As darkness fell, Luo Zheng arrived at a mountain ridge over two kilometers away from the rendezvous point. The meeting spot was a valley, with flat terrain and a vast field of view, covered with grass. There was no sign of the squad members, but he discovered an army encampment. Luo Zheng's face turned pale, and he hurriedly picked up the binoculars to observe. The army flag indicated that it belonged to the regular forces of Arctic Bear Country, and by the look of the tents, there was at least a battalion's worth of strength.
"Hiss?" Luo Zheng, with a face full of shock, stared at the valley, his expression as serious as frost. With a battalion of the regular forces of Arctic Bear Country stationed here, had his brothers been captured, or had they already evacuated to a farther location? Luo Zheng thought for a moment, clenched his teeth, turned on his headset, and called out urgently, "It's me, can anyone hear me?"
