The captain stood proudly and upright at the edge of the cliff. The fierce wind wildly whipped his hair, but it could not shake the steadfastness and resolve in his eyes.
His gaze was like a torch, swiftly sweeping over every team member. What those eyes conveyed was not merely a final belief, but a courage that defied death itself. He knew full well that standing upon this precipice at this moment was a choice between life and death. To leap into the river meant facing the immense risk of being ruthlessly swallowed by the raging torrents; the turbulent currents could drag them into the depths, burying them forever in this roaring flood. Yet to remain on the mountain top, facing pursuers as fierce as wolves and tigers, meant certain death, with enemy bullets mercilessly piercing their bodies.
"Jump! Survive!" The captain roared with all his might. His voice, like a booming bell, pierced through the howling wind and rushing currents, carrying an unquestionable power that hammered heavily into the heart of every team member. This roar was an order, a hope, and the clarion call for their desperate resistance in the face of despair.
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