People are destined to die, if the brothers have chosen to die standing, then they will absolutely not live kneeling. Go out with a bang then. Luo Zheng's gaze turned sharp. Having experienced too many battles and seen too much life and death, he became indifferent to life and death itself, fearless. His eyes swiftly scanned around; on the mountain ridge, the terrain was gentle with trees growing densely. There was only one slope to come up from; the other side was a cliff, making it easy to defend but difficult to attack.
"Brothers, this battle may not be intense, but it is significant. Our opponents are the Pot Lid Head Special Warfare Group, whose strength is not beneath ours. They are not many in number, but their threat level is large, Brother Mountain Eagle," Luo Zheng coldly ordered.
"Present!" Mountain Eagle responded deeply.
