Warlords: Rising from the Northwest Border and Sweeping Across the Powers

Chapter 900 Humanity in Extreme Environments

Thanks to Ozawa Kun's unremitting efforts and comfort, the atmosphere in the crevice finally eased a little. The soldiers' restless emotions were like a temporarily suppressed flame. Although it was not extinguished, it temporarily lost the power to explode.

The cold wind was still raging outside the cracks in the rocks, and the whistling sound seemed like nature's most ruthless mockery, while inside the cracks in the rocks, only the faint light of the campfire remained, barely dispelling the darkness and coldness around.

As the sky gradually brightened, when the first rays of morning light penetrated the thick snow and shone into this small space, Xiao Zekun began his routine roll call.

However, when he called some names, he was met with silence. Xiao Zekun's heart sank suddenly, and he realized that the thing he least wanted to see had happened.

Xiao Zekun slowly walked to the soldiers who did not respond, and saw pale and cold faces. Their eyes were tightly closed, and they no longer had the vitality of the past.

Xiao Zekun took a deep breath and tried to keep himself calm. He knew that a collapse at this moment would be a fatal blow to the entire team. He whispered to the adjutant beside him: "These six people... are gone."

The adjutant's face was equally solemn, but underneath this solemnity, there was an indescribable struggle hidden. Hunger was like a poisonous snake, constantly moving in his heart, gnawing at his remaining sanity.

He looked at Ozawa Kun, a complex emotion flashed in his eyes, and then he whispered: "Sir, I know this is cruel, but if we use their bodies... maybe we can let the others hold on for a while longer."

Upon hearing this, Ozawa Kun's eyes suddenly widened. He looked at the adjutant in disbelief, as if to confirm whether he had heard it wrongly. He lowered his voice and almost roared, "Are you crazy? Doing this will not only make us lose our last dignity, but it may also completely detonate the emotions of the soldiers! We can't become beasts, even at the moment of life and death!"

However, the adjutant's eyes were filled with desire.

He knew he was on a road of no return, but hunger kept him from stopping. Finally, after a brief silence, he mustered up the courage to speak out his idea in public.

After hearing this, the soldiers were stunned at first, then looked at each other in bewilderment. The air was filled with an indescribable depression. Unexpectedly, no one immediately raised an objection. They knew that this was a cruel choice, but when hovering on the edge of life and death, the bottom line of human nature seemed to become blurred. They were silent, not because they agreed, but because they were powerless to refute, because of their inner struggle and helplessness.

Ozawa Kun watched this scene with mixed feelings in his heart. He knew that he had to make a decision, a decision that would maintain the soldiers' will to survive without completely losing their humanity.

However, in this extreme environment, such a decision is not easy...

With that indescribable meal, the soldiers' emotions were indeed briefly relieved, but this relief was like the calm before the storm, hiding a deeper crisis.

For the first time in four days, they tasted food, as if they had returned to the human world, but at that moment, the most primitive and wild side of human nature was exposed. Everyone devoured the food, not even letting go of the meat on the bones. The hunger was temporarily satisfied, but it also buried deeper anxiety in their hearts.

Changze Kun looked at this scene with mixed feelings.

This temporary peace is nothing but an illusion; the shadow of hunger always hangs over their heads.

Nagasawa-kun sighed and tried his best to appear optimistic, hoping that this sentiment could be passed on to everyone.

However, when night fell again, hunger surged like a tide again, and the soldiers' eyes became empty and numb again, and the vitality that had just emerged seemed to be taken away in an instant.

The next morning, when Nagasawa Kun was doing the daily roll call, there was an indescribable tension in the air.

Everyone waited quietly, their eyes full of expectation and anxiety. They were expecting a miracle to happen, expecting someone to bring new hope, even if it was just an extra meal or a little warmth.

But unfortunately, no one left last night, and their hearts’ desire was not responded to when they were called.

At this moment, three soldiers gathered together, their eyes quickly swept through the crowd, and finally fixed on a corner.

There, a fellow soldier had a red face and blurry eyes due to fever, and was obviously in a state of confusion. The three soldiers whispered to each other, and although their voices were low, their ill intentions were hard to conceal.

There was a complex light flashing in their eyes, showing both the desire to survive and the struggle with moral bottom line.

But in the end, the instinct of survival seemed to overwhelm everything, and they began to quietly approach the weak comrade...

"Sir, Wenshan is ahead. Our comrades are searching for the enemy with snow dogs." The signalman's voice echoed in the cold air, bringing a sense of urgency to this long wait.

Just as these words fell, a sudden burst of gunfire, like a sharp blade tearing through the silence, instantly awakened the soldiers of the reconnaissance unit from their tense nerves.

"There's shooting ahead, about three hundred meters ahead! Let's search in that direction!" The commander quickly deployed the operation.

The soldiers quickly adjusted their status, gripped their weapons tightly, and prepared to meet unknown challenges. However, at this critical moment, on another battlefield, a more cruel test of humanity was silently unfolding.

The air in the cracks of the rocks was almost frozen, with only the occasional crackling of the campfire breaking the dead silence. But hidden beneath this tranquility was a chill that was even more biting than the wind and snow outside.

The soldiers' eyes no longer had the comradeship they once had. Only hunger and the desire to survive were madly tearing at their sanity.

The evil deeds of the three soldiers were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples. The originally weak comrades now became their prey, and Nagasawa Kun, who tried to stop all this, could not escape the clutches of fate.

The moment he fell, his eyes were full of disbelief.

"Come on! Come on! We can't leave alive anyway! Why can't some of us die to maintain our lives!" A soldier's roar echoed in the small space, like opening Pandora's box, releasing the demons in everyone's heart.

The soldiers quickly split into two camps, and former comrades-in-arms now became enemies fighting for life and death. The sound of gunfire, curses, and cries intertwined together, forming the cruelest scene in the world.

Blood flowers bloomed in the cold air, then quickly condensed into ice crystals and fell on this land of death.