As they climbed.
The snow grew thicker and thicker, impacting their march, the cold wind on the snow mountain cut like a knife, stinging the face painfully. The old squad leader ahead turned around and shouted:
"Comrades! Watch your step!"
At this moment.
The snow on the mountain had already reached above their shins, making it impossible to see the road conditions underfoot as they trudged along.
Some soldiers' legs had already cracked from the cold.
With each step, as they pulled out their legs, what was lifted was snow stained with blood, forming a long red mark on the rugged snow mountain.
In the snow mountain, with temperatures below ten or twenty degrees Celsius.
They relied solely on thin military uniforms and leggings to forge ahead... Those red marks were soon covered by wind and snow.
Ahead.
The old squad leader and platoon leaders placed the explored markers in prominent places, to show the main force behind them which way to go.
Suddenly!
