The gentle breeze whistled, carrying the earthy fragrance as it passed the rift valley, where it collided with the unique formations of the canyon, creating a series of sharp cries, akin to ghostly wails. Though not loud, such sounds at night would be enough to make one crumble. After confirming the battle plan, Luo Zheng continued observing the enemy's situation, faintly sensing that the enemy indeed seemed to have discovered something unusual, perhaps adhering to orders choosing to defend strictly, reinforcements were on the way.
The sun was shining brightly, fluffy clouds drifting lazily, yet the air was much more humid. Luo Zheng looked up at the sky, feeling it might rain at night; this season is indeed the rainy season locally, and rain could come at any time. This was good news for retreat or rescue, boosting confidence, prompting a smile.
"How do we fight?" Madela beside him asked quietly with suspicion, while checking his weapons.
