C810 The enemy is approaching

The dark night was filled with stars and the bright moon hung in the sky. Strands of night fog were floating in the air, and the slightly cold breeze was gently blowing against the tree leaves, producing a crisp rustling sound.

Suddenly, in the dead of night, the lights of one or two houses on both sides of the street were still flickering.

The sound of light footsteps came from afar