Ever since Yan Zhihuan left the valley, he felt his heart trembling, his soul detached.
Although there were no signs indicating that the Dawn Army had discovered them, he just felt something was off.
How could it be so coincidental that, at a distance of over twenty kilometers from the Dawn Army, they hadn't been discovered?
How could it be so coincidental that their rescue helicopter was spotted and shot down?
How could it be so coincidental that they had no clothing, no food, and were forced to abandon their advantage and launch a frontal attack in the snowy weather?
How could it be so coincidental that this snowstorm suddenly started?
Yan Zhihuan even suspected that the Dawn Army might have used artificial snowing, but seeing the world covered in white, he dismissed this ridiculous thought.
However, he still harbored a slight hope that the Dawn Army had not discovered them, allowing them to reach the frontline smoothly.
