As soon as the words were spoken, Luo Zheng heard the faint roar of rotor blades coming from the night sky, with flickering red lights. The distance was too far to discern whether it was an armed helicopter or a fighter jet. His face changed drastically, and he stared intensely into the depths of the night sky, which was pitch black except for the cold stars emitting a faint glow. It looked incredibly bleak and frozen; unable to see the shadow of the enemy aircraft, he urgently shouted, "Everyone disperse and take cover, organize anti-air defenses immediately."
Hook also realized that something was wrong and immediately began instructing the troops via walkie-talkie, continuously relaying orders. The ones carrying RPGs quickly assembled, each silent and stern-faced, accompanied by those carrying rockets. They soon formed a phalanx, eyes coldly fixed on Hook, awaiting orders.
"How do we fight?" Hook asked, looking at Luo Zheng.
