Ten minutes later, the battle ended. All the armed militants were killed except for a small patrol team that was out. Luo Zheng didn't chase after the patrol team that slipped through the net, hoping they would pass the message along, attracting Kuntai. Watching the wooden hut burning and the dead bodies everywhere, Luo Zheng's face was calm, but there was a hint of satisfaction in his sharp eyes. He considered this battle as a collection of interest.
"Gangzi, Xunzi, Binzi, your three teams are responsible for clearing the battlefield. Everyone else, put in more effort and throw all the burning wooden huts into the valley, burn the poppies in the valley. Yuanzi, take your men to find gasoline, and be careful," Luo Zheng commanded fiercely through the headset.