The cold wind howled, but the footsteps continued to pound in frantic haste.
Finally...
"I can't go on, I really can't go on..." His legs giving out, he nearly collapsed with a thud, a soldier fell to the ground, looking up at Allen Cuthill, helplessly shaking his head, as if disappointed in himself, "Captain, you go on ahead. I can't keep slowing you down any longer?" He was sorry for all his brothers who had already sacrificed themselves; yet, he absolutely could not become a burden in his captain's chance to escape.
"What are you saying!" Allen Cuthill's brows furrowed tightly, his eyes piercing as he stared at the soldier, "Get up right now! We never give up until the last moment, have you completely forgotten that?" Until the last moment, no one could guess the outcome, sometimes, a turnaround only takes a second!