The company commander of the First Battalion suddenly raised his hand to wipe his face, only to find his hand covered with cold sweat, even the hair at his temples was soaked. He opened his mouth, letting out a hoarse sound from his throat, and after a while, finally squeezed out a sentence: "Alive... We survived?"
As soon as he spoke, it was as if a switch had been flipped, and the deathly silence of the canyon wall was suddenly filled with the sound of gasping for breath.
A young warrior's legs went weak, and he slid down the rock wall to sit on the ground, clutching his chest and gasping for air. His body, which had been tense to the extreme, was still uncontrollably trembling, not from fear, but from the exhaustion of narrowly escaping death.
"What was that just now?" someone asked shakily, their eyes scanning back and forth between the sky and the valley floor, as if trying to find where that life-saving attack had come from.
