Chapter 440: Thunderstorm Night

Communication was difficult due to the language barrier, a mix of awkward, humorous, and frustrating. Luo Zheng looked at the middle-aged man with a resolute complexion, pointed at the bow and arrow, then pointed at the gun in his hand, and shook his head, only to find that the man's face was beet-red with a stubborn shake of his head and an unwilling look. Seizing a sudden inspiration, Luo Zheng quickly cleared the ground, picked up a rock, and started drawing. In no time, a sketch of the Japan invaders' research base took shape, with hills, rivers, and rooms, all clearly visible, and then he looked towards the middle-aged man.