Night fell, and a moon as large as a millstone rose, emitting a faint light. The earth turned a dusky gray, and the temperature began to drop, with a chill in the air. On the sand ridge at the border between grassland and desert, Luo Zheng sat coldly, observing the enemy in the canyon, who were encircling without attacking. His mood grew heavy. As expected, the enemy showed no intention of advancing; instead, they surrounded from three sides. Fortunately, Luo Zheng had prepared in advance and occupied three vantage points, repelling the enemy's attempt to ambush, thereby managing to control the situation.
