The mission went wrong, leaving everything a mess.

König and his comrades were separated when the enemy pursued them. Just lost contact because there is no signal in this mountainous area, and the walkie-talkie is also broken. He was also seriously injured, and in addition to the fact that he had been running non-stop for three days, his strength was already exhausted.

König's eyes were hazy, staring aimlessly under the thick, bone-chilling mist. The wound was even more painful because the cold seeped in, both burning and painful. The smell of blood from his body was very clear, and he didn't know how he would die. Die of hunger and thirst? Die from loss of blood or die from being eaten by wild animals? He doesn't know....

König fainted when he reached his limit due to extreme hunger and thirst, leaving him extremely weak and almost powerless to fight. He thought it was the end for him when suddenly, his head was lifted, his dry lips were forced slightly open, something soft was placed in his mouth, and a stream of sweet, fragrant milk flows into.