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After they dispersed, there were only more than 200 people left in the team of more than 1,000 people.

After two more days, the vast snowfield was lifeless, there was nowhere to replenish food, and there was no news that the other teams had found a way out.

Under the pressure of hunger and cold, everyone was already exhausted, like a walking corpse, dragging their bodies and staggering forward, their expressions were all shrouded in gloom, and endless despair was pressed in their hearts like a boulder, if it weren't for Bai Jingxuan still taking the lead and insisting on moving forward, the two hundred soldiers might have given up waiting for death.

The pace of the crowd varied from one speed to another, in the vast snowfield......

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