Leitao, Meng Yan, Lao Qiao, and the other fighters of the Anti-Japanese Allied Army trudged with great difficulty through the snow-covered forest. Each step they took sank deep into the thick drifts, emitting a rhythmic crunching sound. The biting wind slashed at their cheeks like blades, but the group ignored it, their minds fixed entirely on escaping the Japanese Army’s pursuit.
"If this keeps up, the little devils will realize something is wrong sooner or later," Meng Yan said, exhaling a puff of white air, his voice heavy with worry.
Leitao remained calm and composed. "Don't worry. They won't figure out our tactics for a while yet. This mountain forest is our best cover. As long as we stay alert, we can outmaneuver them to the end."
Chapter 501