The light of dawn dispelled the darkness and brightened up the land and skies. Ahead was a valley and a simple village could be seen in the distance. An old man walked towards them, driving a herd of goats before him and Xia Lei stopped the car to let the goats pass. In the passenger seat, a gun had appeared in Tang Yu-Yan’s hand in preparation for any sudden change. 

“This is White Rock Tribe’s outpost. It’s too quiet; something’s wrong,” said Tang Yu-Yan a little nervously. 

Xia Lei looked into the distance and scanned the hills on both sides. He soon discovered the militants hidden on the hills - they were headscarf-wearing men, most with old AK47s. They had RPG rocket launchers too and there were about 20 of them. 

Though he already knew what situation they were in, Xia Lei still put on an act, lifting the binoculars to his eyes and then handing them to Tang Yu-Yan. “There are armed men on the hills. Take a look and see if they’re from the White Rock Tribe.” 

Tang Yu-Yan looked through the binoculars and wrinkled her brows. “They’re from the...