C1554 Hemophobia

There were no enemies, only ice and snow, rocks, and a few miserable corpses. A Special Forces soldier with one of his legs cut off but not dead wailed as he struggled on the ground. Fresh blood gushed out from his broken thigh and dyed a large patch of snow red in the blink of an eye.

Venn used his binoculars to quickly scan the area in front of him and to the left and right