Time seemed to freeze here.
But when a soldier rushed into the camp with freshly gathered firewood, what he saw in front was the old platoon leader quietly leaning against the fire, smiling as if he were asleep.
The firewood in the soldier's hands fell onto the snow.
A heart-wrenching wail pierced through the ice and snow, awakening the broadcaster:
"Leader——"
The broadcaster snapped back to reality and rushed over as well.
Looking on in disbelief.
The firelight reflected on his exposed arms, covered with frostbite, which would never feel pain again; the old platoon leader was clearly close to the fire.
Yet he had frozen to death....
....
Still within the live broadcast room of climbing Snow Mountain.
As the broadcaster at the forefront of the main forces, he discovered a special corpse at this moment.
This corpse was a scout who paved the way for the main forces.
