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Chapter 982

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Normally, they might even go hunting sheep, but at this moment, they were all focused on marching forward.

"There are no birds above, no beasts below. Everywhere is vast and unpredictable. Only the sun can guide the east and west, and human bones can guide the way." The journey described by Fa Shi, a monk from the Eastern Jin Dynasty, was now the journey of the Snowfield Brigade. Between heaven and earth, there were boundless snowy mountains. Walking at the foot of a snowy mountain, everything seemed small.

"Old Luo is here." Walking past a pile of weathered rocks, Xia Jinyuan saw four stones neatly placed. The smallest stone was facing the direction of an iceberg 6,000 meters above sea level.

The person leading the way was very reliable. During the civil war, Old Luo was the first to escape to China with his eldest son on the iceberg.

When he went back to pick up his wife and three children, he took the iceberg again. When he escaped to China, he took the iceberg again. The two of them went back and forth once, a total of four times. He was the most familiar with this route.

The seven of them headed towards the iceberg like stowaways. The deeper they went, the deeper the snow became. When they reached the bottom of the slope, the seven of them tied wooden sleds to their feet and rushed down the valley.

Ye Chien was very slow at first. His upper body was relaxed, his center of gravity was forward, his knees were bent … his eyes were looking forward, and his ski poles were pointing outwards … He didn't even need Xia Jinyuan's guidance. After he went up, he started to paddle.

Ye Chien was not proficient in paddling from top to bottom. With Xia Jinyuan escorting him, he was a few minutes later than the other members. Before he reached the bottom, he suddenly saw a few horses raising their front legs from time to time in the snow. … Horses? How can there be horses?!

Xia Jinyuan raised his eyebrows. He, who had been at the back, took the lead and whizzed past her. With a beautiful turn, he stopped beside a nomad.

This was their guide, Old Luo. Old Luo was Tajik. When he saw Xia Jinyuan, he immediately opened his arms warmly. He didn't look like an elder, but more like a brother.

Without too many warm words, Old Luo looked at Ye Chien and pointed at the seven horses he brought. "If you had told me earlier, I would have prepared another horse."

"No need, this is good enough!" Xia Jinyuan was pleasantly surprised by the fact that he had brought a horse that could travel on the ice mountain with him.

The pigeons had already mounted their horses, "Let's hurry up and set off before dawn." They had to travel at night tonight, but it was better to travel early in the morning than late at night.

Past the snowy mountain at 6000 meters above sea level was another country. At the end of October, the Wakhan Corridor was still quite sunny, and the bad weather had yet to arrive. From day to night, they stepped on the snow and braved the knife-like wind that could cut their faces as they persisted in entering the war zone.

The ability of the special forces to withstand harsh conditions was not something that ordinary soldiers could imagine. They could stay on the snowy mountain for a year and a half, just like the locals.

At night, the horses could not walk as well as they could during the day. They walked on gray stones that were not covered by snow, and their legs were numb from the cold. When their blood reached their hearts, it was still cold.

The people could not rest, and neither could the horses. With the horses riding during the day, the whole day and night journey was shortened to no more than 20 hours.

Ye Chien walked in the middle from the very beginning. At four o 'clock in the morning, she was still walking in the middle. Her thighs were wrapped in Old Luo's fur jacket and tied with straps. She pulled one foot out of the snow and then the other, and walked like this for less than half an hour.

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