As for the other two, Jiang Xue also hoped they still had a breath left. But regretfully, they were indeed already gone.
The higher-ups quickly sent off the fallen comrades, and Jiang Xue and Mu Qiancheng returned to their tent with heavy hearts.
Seeing Jiang Xue's low spirits, Mu Qiancheng knew what she was thinking and couldn't help but comfort her, "Xue'er, don't blame yourself, you've done your best."
If it weren't for Jiang Xue, they would have lost three comrades instead of two.
"If we had woken up a little earlier, maybe they could have been saved," Jiang Xue said with guilt written all over her face. Although life and death were fated, she felt that if that person could hold on until now, so should the others.
If she had woken up earlier, gone to see them sooner, would none of them have had to die?
