Atop the mountain peak, Luo Zheng lay still on the ground, his sniper rifle aimed at the snowy slope nearby. His sharply defined face wore a hint of relaxation. He raised his head to glance at the sun in the sky; the gray clouds had already dispersed, visibility was high. The sun was gradually setting, it was time to end this battle. His gaze, firm at first, turned piercing, a hint of murderous intent coloring his expression. He spoke into his headset, "Mountain Eagle, position."
"Dead angle on the slope, ready to rush to the front at any time," Mountain Eagle didn't know Luo Zheng's plan, but he promptly responded.
"Good, wait for the right moment," Luo Zheng commanded, his voice thick with intense fighting spirit. His eyes narrowed fiercely, and he fired.
