"Hurry up, everyone! Move your hands and feet quickly! We must reach the country before the sun rises!"
The leader at the front shouted in a voice like a booming bell. On his broad chest was embedded a gleaming church emblem.
His right hand tightly gripped an iron axe, which he swung skillfully, hacking away branch by branch at the pine boughs bent under the heavy snow. Every swing stirred up a sharp whistling sound and scattered wood chips in all directions.
Chapter 236