The vast snowfield was under a clear sky, but the air was bone-chilling, almost as if it could freeze one's thoughts, while the cold wind swept past, carrying countless snowflakes with it. Silence surrounded the area. Just moments ago, the fiercely raging battle between enemies had led both sides to cautiously take cover, all eyes fixed on the slope. On the battlefield, a sniper could change the outcome of an encounter, and no one dared overlook that. Everyone was trying to figure out what had just happened.
Luo Zheng calmly observed the battlefield and showed the first hint of a smile in days. As long as he didn't fire, he estimated that neither side would dare to make a move. Who would foolishly pop their head out and invite death? He also patiently waited. Before long, the pursuers began to move, splitting into two groups—with half attacking those being pursued and the other half starting to suppress the slope with firepower.