The night was as dark as ink, enveloping the sky. The moon had vanished behind the clouds, and the bright stars were nowhere to be found. The vast primeval forest was a pitch black sight, occasionally a strange beast howl could be heard. The mountain ridges stood like prehistoric beasts, shadowy, mysterious, and terrifying. On a mountain ridge, tall trees stood still like devils, quietly watching the troops sitting on the ground.
This troop was silent, without even a bonfire lit. They rested with their backs against the trees, only a few gathered to talk softly. The darkness was so profound that they could barely see their fingers, yet it didn't affect their conversation. They were Luo Zheng and his team. The troops had circled to this location overnight, exhausted and needing rest. Fortunately, they reached the enemy's rear line and the darkness meant they weren't worried about being discovered.
