They had fought side by side, lived and died together countless times, forging a deep bond of brotherhood in battle. Whether it was Cao Xi or Shi Qian, both deeply respected Luo Zheng. The moment they knew Luo Zheng was in danger, they itched to rush up and help, never even considering whether doing so would put themselves at risk. The camaraderie tempered in the flames of war is sincere, pure, indelible—those who haven't lived it can't understand.
"No need. Your job is to protect the villagers and get them out. Stay sharp. It's just some chewing gum stuck to our tail; they won't stick to us." Luo Zheng's confident reply sounded in the earpiece: "The ones chasing us look like regular army, must be sent by the Dark Church. The Tomb Raiders aren't worth worrying about. Little Lang, Tiger Girl, break away from the Tomb Raiders and hit from the flank to support us."
"Yes." Everyone obeyed Luo Zheng's orders without question, never opposing him.
