At noon, Luo Zheng and his comrades unknowingly reached the summit of a mountain peak. The howling cold wind made it almost impossible for everyone to stand steady. They supported each other and looked into the distance; ahead were endless snow mountains, a vast expanse of whiteness, with no signs of any living creature. Everyone was tired and hungry, their provisions already consumed. Fortunately, they had taken down two armed transport helicopters and seized a good supply of compressed biscuits and water from the enemy, otherwise they would have starved.
Luo Zheng raised his binoculars; all he saw was a blanket of white stretching indefinitely. The cold wind made it exceedingly uncomfortable. Continuing like this, their bodies wouldn't be able to hold up. Nearby, Lan Xue shouted loudly, "The mountain range beneath our feet marks the border, right? Ahead lies the Tri-junction Area; the enemy might be waiting for us at the foot of the mountain. Which way should we go?"
