At this moment, three dark figures quietly rose.
Cao Xiong, Zhang Shiyang, and Li Gang held their breath as they stealthily slipped out of the shack.
The night wind was slightly chilly, sending shivers down their spines, but excitement gleamed in Cao Xiong's eyes.
Cao Xiong glanced around and chose a place where there were no patrolling soldiers, then hunched over and moved forward.
He gripped a hidden shovel tightly in his hand, his steps light as if he could already see the dawn of freedom.
"Quick, this way!"
Cao Xiong lowered his voice, waving his hand to the two men behind him.
Zhang Shiyang and Li Gang followed closely, the three of them moving like ghosts under the cover of shadows toward the edge of the minefield.
"Mr. Cao, can we really steal the guns?"
Zhang Shiyang's voice trembled, a hint of unease in his eyes. His fingers tightly clutched the corner of his clothes, as if that could give him some courage.
"Nonsense!"
