Liangshui Cave isn't a cave, just like abalone isn't a fish, and Tang Bohu isn't a tiger.
Damn... when did I learn to ramble like Gu Long?
I scratched my head, wondering if my brain had gained some idle literary cells during the time travel.
The first rays of sunlight pierced through the thick clouds like a sharp sword, and the stars and moon instantly lost all their color. The sky grew brighter and brighter, the light relentlessly driving away the darkness, and in a short while, everything in the world was clearly presented before me.
Buried in the trenches, I finally saw my location—Hill 216.
216 represents the altitude of the hill. As a series of not-so-steep gullies and ridges stretched forward, a long, snake-like road snaked northward at the foot of the hill. Beside the road, the
