Under Chu Wanwan's guidance, the Eighth Route Army soldiers used the formation as cover to safely evacuate the mountains and forests and arrive at the armory.

"Are the Japanese fighter pilots blind? Can't they see such a high mountain? They're just crashing into it!" Xu Hui watched as the enemy fighter planes circled overhead, unable to escape, and then, in a bizarre turn of events, crashed into a mountain peak.

"Weren't we just enveloped in a thick fog? I bet what we see as a clear, sunny sky is actually a foggy world to the Japanese."

Lu Zizhan analyzed based on their experience inside. They hadn't noticed anything unusual when they first entered the forest. But later, as they walked, a thick fog rolled in, so dense that they couldn't see a person clearly even two meters away.

They thought that even if there was thick fog, they could get out by walking straight along the mountain path. But as they walked, they found that they seemed to be going around in circles.

The place I clearly walked through, I returned to in no time.

Only then did they truly believe that what Commander Chu said was not false; this Bagua Maze Formation was indeed magical, and it could actually trap people inside, making it impossible for them to escape.

"Yes, I never imagined that a few stones could have such power!" Xu Hui exclaimed in amazement.

Chu Wanwan walked over and smiled slightly, explaining, "This is actually one of our ancient Chinese formations, which can confuse the enemy's vision and perception, making them unable to extricate themselves from it."

"Commander Chu, thank you so much! We owe you a great deal this time, otherwise we probably wouldn't have been able to escape," Xu Hui said sincerely, his eyes filled with gratitude and respect.

Chu Wanwan gently shook her head and smiled calmly: "We're all comrades, this is what I should do. Okay, I'll go in and help first!"

As Chu Wanwan spoke, she went straight into the armory.