“This is a neighboring country, without communication devices, any primitive means of contact will expose oneself. Tell me your identity and number,” the female soldier asked, her tone no longer as cold. “This? If you're a soldier, you should know the discipline of the troops,” Luo Zheng said with difficulty, “If I could protect myself, I would have left already.” His gaze was determined as he spoke and walked forward. The debt of his comrade's death could not be left unavenged, even if he was no match, a true man should know what to do and what not to do. “Are you really not afraid of death?” the female soldier asked with some annoyance. “This is the second time you've asked that question, is there anything else?” Luo Zheng retorted. The female soldier was certain that Luo Zheng was a soldier, but unsure of his number. He couldn't be a special forces operative, for one, his abilities were not sufficient, and secondly, the number of people who knew about this secret mission was limited, it was impossible for anyone else to be sent here. He didn't seem like a border guard either, ordinary border guards couldn't do as well as he did, which made the female soldier very conflicted. Seeing Luo Zheng about to leave, she immediately said, “Wait a moment.” “Do you have something else?” Luo Zheng stopped and asked in return. “With your current strength, going after them would be suicidal,” the female soldier said bluntly, seeing that Luo Zheng was not angry, but seriously contemplating, she couldn't help but regard him with even more respect, and continued, “You are quite alert, and admittedly, you're also lucky, but it's not enough for revenge. I have a dead mission, I must complete it, so, I can't go back either.” “What exactly do you want to say?”

Luo Zheng asked with a puzzled look. 'I'm injured, and it's almost impossible for me to complete the mission, but I won't give up. No matter what our identities are, we have a common enemy, and that's enough. You have a good foundation and great potential as a sniper. I'll teach you battlefield skills to help you get revenge. You take me with you to complete the mission, how about that?' The female soldier said with a serious face. Luo Zheng couldn't help but ponder, his eyes falling on the wound on the female soldier's thigh. It would be troublesome to travel with an injured soldier; they couldn't catch up with the enemy at all, let alone get revenge. It was as if the female soldier had seen through Luo Zheng's thoughts and continued, 'I know how to find them and also know how to deal with them. You can't do it alone; only by helping each other can we both achieve our desires, which you should also be very clear about.' 'Alright, it's settled then,' Luo Zheng knew that what the other party said was true and agreed decisively. 'Your name is Luo Zheng?' The female soldier changed the subject and asked. Seeing Luo Zheng nod, she immediately said, 'Thank you for saving me twice. My name is Lan Xue.' 'Blue blood, a very special name. It seems that we have a basis for trust, which is good. With your injury, I estimate you won't be able to set off today. By the way, there's some Bupleurum grass over there, the juice from which I fed you yesterday. I'll go get some food.'

Luo Zheng smiled and strode away to the side. Upon hearing Luo Zheng's words, the female soldier named Lan Xue couldn't help but turn her head to look. Recalling the scene of Luo Zheng feeding her, her face flushed bright red. She slowly sat up, watching Luo Zheng as he left, a hint of warmth emerging in her cold eyes. She struggled to get up and went to the pond, intending to wash her face, only to find that her face was very clean. She immediately guessed something, felt greatly embarrassed, her face burning hot, and turned her head to look at Luo Zheng's retreating figure, her eyes filled with gratitude. Lan Xue, having received professional training, naturally knew some first aid measures. She pulled out the roots of the Bupleurum, washed them clean, and chewed them in her mouth—both to treat her illness and to stave off hunger. Looking at the ground covered with Bupleurum debris and juice, she thought of something, and her cold face softened. Ten minutes later, Luo Zheng came over with a plump wild rabbit, which he had killed with a stone. Seeing that Lan Xue had actually managed to start a small fire and was adding twigs to build up the flames, he was overjoyed. Without asking how she had done it, he gained a deeper understanding of Lan Xue's abilities. He went to the pond, skinned and cleaned the wild rabbit with his Type 65 army knife, and then skewered it with a stick to roast over the fire. Upon seeing Luo Zheng, Lan Xue's heart, hard as iron, became a little softer. She dared not meet Luo Zheng's gaze and simply lowered her head, silently lost in thought, trying to hide her embarrassment. Luo Zheng didn't bother to say much either, focusing on roasting the meat. After a while, when the rabbit meat was cooked, Luo Zheng tore off a leg and handed it over. Without salt or any seasoning, the roasted wild rabbit meat wasn't tasty, but for the sake of survival, both of them forced themselves to eat it. Lan Xue didn't expect Luo Zheng to be able to eat it, and to do so quite normally, which indicated that he had often eaten such food before. She became even more curious about Luo Zheng, but she didn't ask any more questions. After the two of them finished the plump wild rabbit, Luo Zheng washed his hands by the pond and said, 'Do you think you can find my lost military backpack?'

"Certainly," Lan Xue affirmed with a nod. Luo Zheng felt that Lan Xue's attitude towards him had changed somewhat. Upon closer inspection, her expression was still as cold as frost, and her speech was still brief and direct; he couldn't see any difference. Without overthinking it, he said happily, "That's good, there are living supplies inside, we won't have to worry once we find them." "It's useless," Lan Xue said, her eyes looking towards the west, her complexion heavy. "Huh?" Luo Zheng was about to ask why, but seeing Lan Xue's expression, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue. He suddenly realized that the enemy would also need living supplies and must have taken them, he said with a wry smile, "Right, I'm afraid everything is gone." "Let's move out," Lan Xue returned to her cold and frosty demeanor, standing up. Seeing that Lan Xue couldn't stand steady at all, Luo Zheng quickly said, "No rush for this moment, just wait a second." Saying this, he looked around and, under Lan Xue's curious gaze, rushed to a nearby area, picked up a stick, and with a few slashes of his army knife, cleared the branches to make a simple walking stick, then ran back and handed it to Lan Xue. "Thank you," Lan Xue took it and tried it out, finding it just right. Her face flushed with embarrassment, she quickly lowered her head and hurried on. She hadn't expected Luo Zheng to be so thoughtful, considering her height when making the walking stick. An inexplicable thread of emotion grew stronger in her heart, but as soon as she thought of her own family background, she quickly cast aside these unrealistic fantasies. The two set off, one in front of the other. Lan Xue, leading the way, said, "I'll teach you the first lesson of jungle warfare, 'knowing how to find your way back when lost.'"

In the dense forests of the deep mountains, one can not only lose direction but also lose the path. Upon realizing that you are lost, do not panic, nor should you shout or run around wildly. You should calm down and carefully recall the references you have passed, such as springs, rocks, large trees, streams, caves, peaks, and forks in the road. Then, relying on your memory, try to find your own footsteps and return to the original route. Think back and see if you can remember." "Last night it was too dark, and I was too busy running for my life to pay attention," Luo Zheng said with an embarrassed smile. As a former hunter, it was an unforgivable mistake to have forgotten the path he had taken.