When Yang Cangshan woke up, he was surrounded by frozen comrades.
There were only ten bullets in his pocket, and in front of him were swarms of Japanese search teams.
Is this the beginning of hell? No, this is a feast of killing!
[Extreme environment detected, extreme survival mode enabled, body temperature locked, perception doubled!
He disappeared into the vast snowfield like a wounded lone wolf.
Every time the trigger is pulled, a Japanese invader will fall; every time a hand-to-hand confrontation occurs, the enemy's blood will splash red and white.
He doesn't want support or mercy, he just wants to kill.
Colonel Yamamoto roared crazily: "Find him! We have to find him even if we dig three feet into the ground!"
Yang Cangshan had quietly appeared behind his tent, the short knife in his hand flashing with a biting cold light.
