The rain in winter was cold, the fine drizzle fluttered in the air, but when it landed on the body, it took away a relatively large amount of body heat.
An extensive valley, flowing river, and a rope stretching between two mountain tops.
The tension and danger behind them spread in the air, at any moment the smell of gunpowder might flare up, but the perilous mountain in front of them also tested them.
It was like a choice between giving up and pushing forward. Giving up might just mean leaving this drill, but pushing forward could mean risking their lives or possibly finding new opportunities.
"It's too high and too long, this isn't training!"
Standing at the edge of the cliff, Stuart Weston looked at the long highline stretched in the air, and felt goosebumps all over his body.
