Under the cover of night, the grass on the plains stirred, though there was no wind.
Figures darted through the shadows cast by the massive boulders launched by catapults during the day and the craters left by artillery fire.
The seemingly empty plains were, in fact, teeming with assassins moving in secret.
After the previous day's encounter, Wei Peng was being more cautious tonight.
Besides, today's orders were different. They had been given a great deal of autonomy; as long as they harassed the Sniper Corps, they would complete their mission.
Therefore, no one chose to act as a large group. Instead, they split up to operate individually.
"Wei Peng, should we make a charge?" The one who spoke was the same assassin Wei Peng had run into repeatedly yesterday, the one who had been lazing around on the ground.
After the battle last night, Wei Peng had sought him out, and the two had a good, long talk.
