The scorching sun was like fire, roasting the vast primeval forest. It pierced through the dense trees, clashed with the cold air on the damp ground, forming a mist that spread out, rising to the canopy and lingering there. The entire forest felt like a huge steamer, suffocating anyone inside. A team quietly lurked on a mountain ridge, sweat pouring down their backs, even their faces were covered in sweat, and the palms holding the guns were sweaty, wet and uncomfortable, but everyone remained silent, calmly watching the open area ahead.
On the open ground, dozens of people were digging foxholes, working in pairs, one responsible for digging, the other collecting dead grass and twigs to weave it into cover. Everyone moved skillfully, their hands moving so fast they were hard to catch with the naked eye. The enemy could come at any time, and gunshots were getting closer, time was of the essence, as everyone was giving it their all.
