The ink-black night shrouded the earth. Under the methodical command of the Minister of War, the elite troops of the Great Qing, morale soaring like tigers descending from the mountains, launched several fierce encirclement operations against the mysterious armed forces entrenched in the mountainous plague zones. These mysterious militants were as cunning as foxes, always adept at maneuvering through the complex terrain to evade the Qing army, which had led to many setbacks in previous skirmishes. However, under the unrelenting and tightening offensive of the Qing forces, they finally began to reveal traces of their presence.
As the echoes of the battle faded, a general hurried toward Su Ran, his steps urgent. "Your Majesty," he reported, "in the encirclement operation just concluded, our army lived up to expectations and successfully captured several militants. Following a meticulous and rigorous interrogation, we learned that these men were hired by an unidentified faction. This force used handsome rewards as bait, directing them to create chaos in the plague zones and maliciously sabotage the transport of supplies—their intentions are truly sinister. However, these militants have very limited knowledge of this faction, mentioning only a mysterious code name: 'Shadow'."
Upon hearing this, Su Ran’s brows knit together like a tightened rope, and he fell into a brief, deep contemplation. After a moment, he spoke slowly, his voice low yet filled with unquestionable authority:…
Chapter 207