The dense fog rolls slowly through the forest, like a surging tide.
A sharp scent of blood spreads along with the mist.
"Bang!"
A dull thud of flesh colliding sounds in the darkness.
Ma Donghe, like a large sandbag, falls heavily into the leaf-covered muddy ground.
His right leg is twisted at an angle, the stark white bone breaking through the camouflage fabric, exposed to the damp and cold air.
"Cough... damn it!"
Ma Donghe struggles to prop up his upper body, spitting out a mouthful of frothy blood.
His copper bell-like eyes glare angrily ahead, filled with defiance.
Less than two meters beside him, Hou Peng kneels on one knee, clutching his right shoulder with his left hand.
There, some sharp weapon had penetrated, blood continuously seeping through his fingers, staining half his body red.
Hou Peng's chest heaves violently, his wind-catching ears tremble slightly, seemingly seeking a way to flee, his eyes filled with undisguisable despair.
