"Contact headquarters, get a location."
After he spoke, there was silence except for the howling wind.
Kang Chen turned to look at him, and that person stopped and said, "Mr. Chen... we've lost contact with headquarters. There's a magnetic field here, and our equipment has no signal."
Kang Chen gritted his teeth, "We can't stop, keep moving."
After tracking for more than half a month, having crossed nearly dozens of countries, counting Kang Chen, there are only 5 of the original 8 left.
They traversed half the globe to reach the southernmost point, to this vast, snow-covered ice field.
By now, they've almost run out of supplies; food, water, and ammunition are nearly gone.
This could be the most desperate situation they've faced; if they can't get out of this desolate snowfield, they might all perish here.
The cold wind continued to howl, and the heavy snow almost completely obscured their vision.
There was no sign of life here; gray despair spread among them.
