On a pitch-black rainy night, the entire space seemed to be engulfed by the torrential downpour. Nothing was visible except for the faint flickering lights in the distance, as if they could extinguish at any moment. These were electric lights in the middle of the enemy camp, mounted on a piece of wood. Luo Zheng couldn't figure out how the enemy was generating electricity and didn't bother to dwell on it. After a moment of reflection, he said, "Madela, how's your sniping skill?"
"Not too great," Madela replied humbly, not daring to boast after witnessing Luo Zheng's sniping prowess. As a capable soldier, Madela could use a sniper rifle but wasn't particularly skilled with it.
