"The Jiepeng people are chasing fast." Anthony peeked down the mountain, clicking his tongue. "General, didn't we just hit them too hard? Look at these bastards acting like they're about to die!"
"Frustration..." Fatty sighed. "I've finally understood a man's suffering. Damn it, two or three is manageable, but when too many get involved, there's never enough energy to go around."
On the communication channel, a burst of understanding chuckles. Among them, the little kid's crisp, childish voice sounded particularly mischievous.
Fatty looked around at the surroundings. This was the first mountain entering the range, not very high but quite steep. Standing on the ridge, the left was a cliff, the right had a mountain wall turning sharply for two hundred meters, leading to a slightly gentler slope. From there, through the forest on the slope, you could reach another peak. Beyond that was a river valley.
