Just as Marshal Bazaine was leading his massive force marching toward Paris, the members of the Special Operations Team had already taken their positions silently like well-trained leopards, seeming to merge seamlessly with the surrounding environment. Like ghosts hidden in the shadows, they quietly awaited Bazaine's arrival, every single one of them tensing their nerves with focus and resolve in their eyes.
Xu Lin was concealed behind a dense patch of bushes, which served as a natural barrier that perfectly hid his figure. His gaze was like a torch, seemingly like two streams of scorching fire piercing through the gaps in the foliage, locked firmly on the road ahead. Gradually, figures began to appear on the distant road—at first just a few blurred black dots, appearing and disappearing. As time went on, those black dots grew larger, and more and more figures entered Xu Lin's field of vision. Under the sunlight, these figures gradually became clear; it was Bazaine's army. Their armor gleamed with a cold metallic luster in the sun, and the dust kicked up by their horses' hooves hung thick in the air. Witnessing this scene, the expressions of the Special Operations Team members instantly grew even more solemn. Everyone could clearly hear the sound of their own accelerating heartbeats, the thumping sound echoing in their ears like battle drums. Even so, they could hardly mask a trace of excitement in their eyes—a mixture of excitement and tension on the eve of a major battle. …
Chapter 72