The whispering sound that was originally around the ear quickly became clear as the figure entered the perception range.
"Squad leader! Zhang Xiaojun, Chen Feiyan... If you hear me, please respond!"
"Is anyone still alive?" A soldier, full of despair, was circling in the thick fog, shouting hoarsely.
Chen Shouyi walked over and shouted, "Wake up!"
However, the other party seemed oblivious and continued shouting to himself.
"Is something interfering with judgment?" he thought to himself, his expression grave. No wonder he kept hearing whispering; it was the sound of speech, just blurred by interference.
His expression grave, he bypassed the figure and continued forward.
Sure enough, as the distance increased, the soldier's shout quickly faded. Just a few meters away, another soldier squatted in a corner, rifle set aside, seemingly having given up, with a look of despondency and despair.
He walked another dozen meters.
"Ratatat!"
