Chen Xiaolian suddenly stood up and rushed to the entrance of the tent, flipping open the tent curtain. However, outside there was still a raging storm, and nothing could be seen clearly.
"What are you doing!"
When Chen Xiaolian flipped open the tent curtain, the wind and rain outside immediately poured in. It was now deep in autumn, and a torrential downpour had coincided with this time, the wind bearing a chill that dimmed the glow from the brazier in the tent. The Sergeant stood up abruptly, eyes wide: "Are you courting death?"
"Boss..." Chen Xiaolian knew his current identity was supposed to be a lowly soldier under this Sergeant, so he quickly turned around and offered an apologetic grin: "There's something... not quite right outside. Can you take a look?"
"What's not right!" The Sergeant, clearly displeased, strode over: "Don't you go playing ghost tricks on me! With such heavy wind and rain outside, you couldn't see jack squat!"