Mercenaries' side.
When Chen Wen caught up with them, there were only five of them left.
One mercenary who was severely injured was already gone.
Chen Wen shivered slightly.
He didn't know if that mercenary was left behind or abandoned by the others.
But he knew that in such weather, the mercenary's probability of survival was extremely low.
It could even be declared as a premature sentence of death.
The remaining five were not in a good state either.
One of them staggered around and even unzipped his jacket, looking uncomfortably hot.
But Chen Wen recognized that this person was in late-stage hypothermia.
He had already lost the ability to sense temperature.
As Chen Wen was thinking this, the soldier stumbled a few steps before suddenly collapsing onto the ground.
A mercenary nearby reached out to help.
But he saw that his friend's face revealed an expression of enjoyment.
He laughed bizarrely, his voice hoarse like a broken bellows.
