In the pitch-black depths of the forest, the moonlight was blocked by the dense canopy, with only a few strands of light sparsely penetrating through, unable to alleviate the darkness on the forest floor. Countless unidentified insects chirped, adding a touch of vitality to this dark world. A faint sound of footsteps arose, and suddenly, several pairs of black and white eyes appeared from behind the trees, their presence in the pitch-black night somewhat eerie. Once it became clear who was approaching, the eyes shrank back, continuing to hide behind the trees.
The person arriving was Luo Zheng, returning from reconnaissance. He stopped under a large tree near the group, leaned against it, and spoke through the headset in a cold whisper, "Brothers, a total of five, two of them wounded, one acting as a lookout. Levsky is still there, Shijing not in sight."
