Moonlight poured down like water, sprinkling across the dense primeval forest, slipping through the gaps in the leaves, dancing through the woods as if they were graceful fairies. In the murky forest, a long procession rushed along under the moonlight, bare-bodied, carrying logs, and strung with bows and arrows. No one said a word. At the front, five people with backpacks carried armed guns—it was Luo Zheng and his group.
Though uneasy, Luo Zheng still decided to proceed with the plan due to the pressing time—there was no time to wait or to spare. On the forced march, Luo Zheng led the way, vigilantly watching the surrounding woods. The occasional flight of a large bird startled everyone, alert at all times, not daring any carelessness.