Heading To Russia

"We couldn't see them." Wang Baoguo let out a wry smile.

"The blizzard had blocked our view. It was night as well, so we only saw shadows that moved faster than anything I had ever seen. Every time a dark shadow passed us, one of my men would disappear into the darkness. In the end, the vice-captain had to sacrifice himself so that I could get out of there with those pictures we took."

The memory brought a pained expression on to Wang Baoguo's face. He clenched his fists tightly and pounded his thighs with a great measure of remorse.

"I am a coward. Big Xun had charged at those monsters with a pocket knife while I spun my tail and ran away. I can't… I can't go back. I am so sorry… I am so sorry…"

Seeing Wang Baoguo breaking down into tears, Chen Fan shook his head.

Chen Fan realized that it wasn't the expedition that had taken a toll on his health, it was the unshakable guilt on his conscience.