Liu Zhan and Mary started sweating, and they would pay for it later.

Joseph said that as long as you follow the path he pointed out, you can reach the border after crossing the valley, and at the end of the road is a path full of rocks, and if you continue to follow the path, you will reach where Liu Zhan and the others want to go.

It sounds simple, but the trail and everything that Joseph described is now buried under a few meters of snow, and Liu Zhan and Mary spent the afternoon climbing to the north side of the valley, hoping to see the road ahead in the sunlight.

As they looked around, Liu Zhan couldn't help but let out a painful moan.

Behind them was a long trail of footprints in the snow, stretching out along the valley, like a dying fish writhing in the water, visible even from a distance of several kilometers.

"Trouble?" Mary asked.

"You know, they're going to find us soon. Once Wren scoured the city and didn't find your cute nose and my bloody ears, he would immediately expand his search. He is not a fool and understands that this road is the shortest escape route. He's coming. "So, it's a race to the death. Mary panted and said, "How long did it take you to be a Boy Scout?" Maybe I should ask, when you were in the special forces?"

"Oh, it depends. Liu Zhan had nothing to hide from Mary, and said with a flicker.

Liu Zhan was able to march at a speed of four kilometers per hour for several hours in a row, and would reach his destination in the evening, but only if he was fully equipped and knew the route of the march, and that Wufu kept yelling into his ears.

Now he's dragging a woman with him, and he's been walking for six hours, but he's only walked a few kilometers.

Mary delayed them, Liu Zhan knew in his heart, but he would never say it.

Mary could guess what Liu Zhan was thinking, "The higher we climb, the easier the road will be. She sat on a rock, slowly munching on the last few hazelnuts.

"You guess?"

"I know. After I was elected as a member of Parliament for the first time, I joined a delegation of parliamentary delegates to Chanda, India. It's a refugee area, and there are a lot of Tibetan refugees who have crossed the border and come to India just to get close to the living Buddha. Zenda is the headquarters of the exiled lamas, and I drank tea with the living Buddha. "

"It's very high-end, and my teammates would probably prefer to drink rum and coke, preferably in Hawaii. "

"yes, I've been thinking lately, as if I'm not very good at playing political games, right? That visit was also during the coldest part of winter, and I thought it would be fine to wear a T-shirt and jeans in the winter in India, wouldn't I? I didn't expect Chanda to be in the foothills of the Himalayas. The night we arrived, it was snowing in Chanda, and I stayed up until the store opened the next morning, freezing all night. "

"You must have frozen. Liu Zhan said as he breathed at his fingers, which were unconscious from the cold.

"I met two devotees who had just come from Tibet in Zenda, wearing cheap clothes and sneakers, and they were crossing the Himalayas with their feet just to see the living Buddha, and it was incredible to me. They walked for three weeks, and I don't know how they did it, and I asked them why they were going to cross the Himalayas at the coldest time of winter, and wait until summer to walk. They replied, "It's because of the snow, and the snow freezes hard in winter, so you can walk on it with confidence."

In summer, the snow is so soft that it reaches up to the waist. Liu Zhan, when we climb a little higher, you will know that I am right. We were lucky, really, we were lucky. ”

Marsha is cheering for Liu Zhan.

Jumping over snowy mountains, mindset is everything, and Mary knows how to maintain the right mindset. she

What Liu Zhan did not tell Liu Zhan was that a total of 10 people crossed the Himalayas with the believers, three of whom died in the snow-capped mountains, and the Liuxin people were rushed to the hospital immediately after arriving in India due to frostbite and malnutrition.

Liu Zhan also didn't tell Mary, for example, he didn't tell Mary that the two believers were from Xizang, and that Tibetans had lived on the 14,000-foot Tibetan Plateau for hundreds of generations and had long since adapted to the cold climate of the high mountains.

Liu Zhan and Mary both know very well in their hearts that they must maintain an optimistic attitude, and the ruthless snow-capped mountains will quickly turn any trace of pessimism into complete despair.

Yes, mindset is everything.

Liu Zhan glanced back at the footprints they had left on the snow, stretching all the way to the hut where they had rested last night. "You're right, the harder the snow freezes, the better. He said.

To hell with the cold, the mountain peaks ahead are so dazzlingly beautiful, it's a beauty that belongs only to the two of them.

When Liu Zhan turned around, he saw two black dots in the sky far away, perhaps two eagles, flying high in the sky with the help of the hot air currents formed by the sun.

After a few seconds, Liu Zhan realized that the black dot was not an eagle, because it was impossible for an eagle to fly at a speed of one hundred and fifty kilometers per hour.

The MiG-24 helicopter, known in the West as the Hind helicopter, is a helicopter gunship that has been around for more than three decades.

The Hind helicopter was born during the Soviet Union, when the Soviet Union invaded Afghanistan, the Hind became the main force of Moscow's military operations, but the fate of the Hind helicopter was the same as other equipment in the Soviet era, although its various performance has long been outdated, it is still not obsolete.

The Ilian Air Force has four Hind helicopters, two of which were unable to take off and have been waiting for replacement parts, and the other two are now flying over the valley towards Liu Zhan and Mary.

As the helicopter approached, Mary couldn't help but scream.

The Hind helicopter was oddly shaped, even very ugly, with the plane's two cockpits stacked on top of each other, like a giant insect, staring at Liu Zhan and Mary with two strange eyes, ready to swallow them in one gulp.

Afghans call this killing machine "Satan's chariot."

The helicopter flew in front of them, and the calm of the valley was shattered by the cacophony of the propellers, which roared like a salvo of cannons.

Liu Zhan and Mary instinctively wanted to escape, but it was useless because there was no way to escape.

They were on a hillside, and every step was extremely difficult, let alone running.

Mary slipped on her feet and fell to the snow, half of her body buried in the snow.

The hind helicopter rumbled after them, getting closer and closer. The roar of the helicopter echoed through the valleys, sounding even harsher, each boom like a hammer hitting Liu Zhan's head, making him unable to think, and his injured ear began to ache sharply again.

When people can't think, all that remains is instinct, and Liu Zhan's instinct is to save Mary. He stumbled towards her, feeling the air around him vibrate violently, as if it was about to knock him down at any moment.

Liu Zhan knelt on the ground and picked up Mary with all his might, protecting her in his arms. Mary looked him in the eye in horror, and then

He looked behind him, looking even more alarmed.

Less than a few hundred meters away, the first female deer was circling over them, constantly making loud rumbling sounds

The helicopter's nose taps down slightly, like a duelist greeting his opponent gracefully.

The pilots sitting in the upper and lower cabins stared at Liu Zhan, and they were so close that Liu Zhan could see the mustache of the pilot wearing Ray-Ban glasses.

Then, as the helicopter slowly rotated in the thin air, Liu Zhan saw the rear hatch being pulled open, and there were six people sitting inside, dressed in full winter gear.

Liu Zhan recognized one of them as Scott, and the major raised a gloved hand and raised a finger to declare his victory.

Liu Zhan waited for the gunshots to ring, and then he suddenly remembered that he still had the guard's pistol hanging from his waist.

This old Makarov pistol is extremely common, suitable for shooting at short distances, and it is difficult to hit after more than 200 meters, Liu Zhan remembers that there are only three rounds in the gun.

Damn, when the corn cannon is needed, it is the pea shooter who comes.

The nine-millimeter bullet would be ejected directly from the windshield of the hind helicopter and would not touch the propeller at all, but in order to erase the grim smile on Scott's face, he had to try, maybe it could work a miracle, anyway, it was better than kneeling on the ground and waiting for death.

Liu Zhan stood up abruptly, his hands reaching into the plastic poncho and groping desperately, but his hands were already frozen, and his fingers were also unconscious.

He felt as if he was holding the pistol, so he pulled it out of the holster, but his numb fingers didn't listen, and the pistol rolled down to the snow.

Liu Zhan lunged forward, trying to grab the pistol, but a fox was empty, and watched the pistol fall deep into the valley.

The pistol with Liu Zhan's last glimmer of hope completely disappeared, and the hind helicopter hovered in the air, the propeller rumbling and continuing to make noise.

Liu Zhan raised his head and looked at Scott with cold eyes, and a shallow smile appeared on the Major's usually quiet face, indicating his victory.

A soldier crouched next to Scott and raised his assault rifle to aim at Liu Zhan.

When Mary saw this, she shouted in fright: "Liu Zhan?"

Liu Zhan stretched out his hand to Mary, wanting to hold her hand and greet the arrival of death with her.

"Don't make me look like I'll see you in the afterlife, Liu Zhan. Mary's shout drowned out the roar of the plane, "We've just found each other!"

Mary uses her eyes to tell her love for Liu Zhan, her fear of death, and her deep desire to live.

Liu Zhan felt that this scene was familiar, and in another place, he didn't have time to say a word of goodbye, and he lost his beloved in the blink of an eye.

When Liu Zhan recalled that he had encountered an avalanche, he had a vague impression of the first moment.

At first he thought it was the ground moving, small patches of snow rolling down the mountain, and it didn't seem to change significantly, like a butterfly flapping its wings slightly, but then, his world was in ruins.

Now that Liu Zhan's memories were confused again, he felt the butterfly fluttering again, its wings gently flapping on the ground, and his world would once again turn into nothingness.

He could no longer hear the roar of the helicopter, he could no longer see Mary, and all that was left before his eyes was the sun, and then white and black, until he was alone in the world.

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