Yuri gazed at the campsite far away gradually being swallowed by the white mist through his binoculars, his expression complex.
After a short while, the adjutant approached with a somber tone, "Captain, the count is complete."
Yuri put down the binoculars and looked at the adjutant but didn't speak immediately. Instead, he paused before letting out a sigh, "Just tell me, how many did we lose?"
"Nine." The adjutant's tone was poor, and even through the thick mask, Yuri could guess his expression right now, "They were all... in an instant by the emergency device..."
The adjutant couldn't continue.
Yuri reached out, patted his shoulder, and then said with much self-reproach, "My fault."
