The snowman had just been completed when Zhao Yougong and Sun Jingtao, along with a troop of people dragging a pile of pine branches, approached.
Today, they didn't ride snowmobiles, and simply hauled a few sleds by manpower.
However, the sleds they were pulling only had a few branches on them, while the remaining two sleds loaded with branches were being pulled by one of the musk oxen.
The other musk ox had a large pile of items strapped on its back, which presumably belonged to those few strangers.
"Jiang Yan."
"Song Qian."
"Guess who we ran into?!" Approaching them, Zhao Yougong slapped a similarly built man beside him gleefully and introduced:
"The base has sent people to find us! Let me introduce you, this is Zhang Ruijie—" As he finished speaking, Zhang Ruijie pushed up his snow goggles onto his forehead and pulled down his mink scarf, revealing a rugged face with a square jaw.
