On the desolate snowfield, Snow Bear was also anxious, hiding in the snow, daring not to move rashly. The sporadic shootings from east to west made Snow Bear realize they were surrounded. The precise gun skills forced these proud heads to bow down. In a contest between experts, one misstep led to successive mistakes. Once passive, Snow Bear found those exposed were impossible to hit and had no clue where the hidden ones lay–no chance to counterattack, leaving everyone bitterly frustrated.
The lead colonel had lost his previous arrogance and confidence, his face grim as he hunkered down in the snow, observing the front through several small holes pierced by his military knife, his gun aimed in Luo Zheng's hiding direction. His brows were tightly furrowed, his eyes cold and filled with a deep worry. The enemy had revealed three shooting points but had eliminated four of his comrades, plus one more killed by traps, totaling five casualties on his side, leaving only four still alive.
