It was as quiet as death on the mountain. The fire didn't just burn the trees. It also took away the vitality of this place. Scorched and withered trees were everywhere. When the combat boots stepped on them, the soles of their feet made creaking sounds.
A burnt pheasant was pressed under a bush. Only two feathers were still bright.
Ye Jian and the rest were currently in a certain mountain forest in Sichuan Province. Their location was at the border between the two provinces. There were many resources in the forest. The wild chicken that was burnt by the fire was the precious white-bellied pheasant protected by the country.
Not only were there precious pheasants that were burnt to death but there were also small animals like rabbits. It was obvious how fierce the fire was.
Hiding behind a withered tree, Ye Jian raised her head and looked at a small snake that was burnt until only its tail was left. Her gaze passed through the side of the snake and landed somewhere.
