I don't know how many years the snow has been here, and it hasn't reached the bottom of my knees. If there is no thick two-layer scarf and snow goggles, I am afraid that my face will soon be scratched by these small "blades".

Not far behind him, the footprints were covered by the fluttering snow, leaving only a dent. Don't stop here, stay too long and your shoes will freeze in the snow, unless you plan to give up your shoes.

"Damn it, Scott, how far are we from the supply depot!" said the voices of the men at the front of the line were barely discernible in the bitter wind.

Scott put another layer of jacket on top of his down jacket, and it took a lot of effort to get the gPs out of his pockets because the gloves were too thick, "One and a little two miles! I said Malan, what the hell, we need to rest for a while, I don't have the strength." ”

"Why is it so far away? Damn, why is this broken equipment so heavy. "Malan had a stubby metal pipe on his back, I don't know what it was, and a folded sapper shovel around his waist. "If I hadn't lost this thing and I had to pay $50,000, I'd have thrown it to him right now. Damn, let's go, rest a little longer, and the storm will be here! Do you want to add a sculpture of art where this bird doesn't shit?"

Ma Lan vigorously wiped the snow goggles that were almost invisible because of the snow, and turned to look behind the two of them. The white-haired wind severely obscured the view, but it was still possible to see that there was a "wall" in the distance, slowly approaching at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

The two men were from McMurdo Station, almost seventy miles from Ross Island, mapping and recording along the way. But halfway through, the two-man sleigh got stuck in a puddle of snow and couldn't pull it out anyway. What made the two even more speechless was that the satellite phone didn't know where it had fallen, and there was no way to ask for help.

Anyway, there were gPs and maps in their backpacks, and seven miles away there was a McMurdo satellite supply station, and although there were no polar rovers there, there was hot water and a high-powered radio station, so they could at least eat and wait for help to arrive.

Under normal circumstances, a seven-mile hike is not a particularly difficult task for an adult of normal fitness. But when the environment is changed to the Antarctic continent at minus 30 degrees, I am afraid it is not so ideal, and after the storm hangs behind it, it becomes completely like a moat.

"Why didn't I eat two more chocolates before I left, horse... Ma Lan, no, I don't have the strength anymore. Scott suddenly fell to his knees on the snow, crawled forward a few meters, and then lay there, "You go first, let me take a breath, we'll see you at the supply station, remember to turn on the generator and boil the hot water." ”

"What kind of fart are you farting!" Malan scolded and walked back, grabbing Scott's clothes, "Get out, you're going to be done by lying here for two minutes, it's too windy now, and hypothermia will kill you before the storm comes." ”

However, he didn't have much strength of his own, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull Scott, and he almost fell into the snow.

"Bastard!" he struggled to his feet and punched Scott, who was already a little unconscious, "If you sleep here, will you be worthy of Emily?

Malan ripped off Scott's jacket, took out his wallet from his inner pocket, pulled out a photo and threw it on his face, it was a blonde girl with blue eyes as deep as sapphires, "Look at her smile, do you want her to be sad all day long with tears?"

"Emily..."Scott's eyes lit up, he picked up the picture of his face and looked at his beloved girl, "I'm going back, my girl is still waiting for me." He tried to get up, but he couldn't use all his limbs.

Ma Lan suddenly remembered something, he rummaged around his body, and finally took out a small silver wine jug, "Fortunately, I still have some stock here, this is the pure malt wiskey I brought from my hometown, I am afraid that those robbers will see and steal it for me, so I secretly use a small wine jug to fill it with a little every time, today you are full." ”

Malan unscrewed the lid of the flask, took a long sip of his own, then held Scott's head with one hand and poured some into his mouth.

The spicy liquor was the same as the flame, and even this low temperature did not look like it was freezing, and the distilled "liquor" that had to be drunk with ice made Scott feel like his esophagus was burning.

"Ahem!" he sat up as an electric shock, grabbed a handful of snow and stuffed it into his mouth, and before he could swallow it, the ice spat out. Malan laughed and took another big sip, his face flushed, and he spat out a few large sips of wine, which made a white frost condense on his beard.

"Well, don't you feel like you're full of strength," Malan couldn't help but say, reaching out and pouring a big sip into Scott. Scott's tears were about to come out, and he felt like he was drinking chili water mixed with ether.

Although it was spicy and choking, I did feel a warmth emanating from my stomach, and I felt that my whole body was warm, and my limbs had some strength.

The storm behind them was approaching, and it was difficult for them to get to the supply depot before they could be overtaken.

"Scott, make a record on gPs, throw away your gear, run!" Malan gritted his teeth, took off the instrument on his back, and threw it on the ground. "I don't believe my life is worth as much as these things!" Malan took off the equipment from Scott's back and ran forward with him.

The wind around them is getting stronger and stronger, it is almost not the wind slinging the snow, but more like the snow supporting the wind, the visual distance is not more than a meter at all, they can't even see their feet clearly, at this time they can only resign themselves to fate, if they step into the ice hole, then they can only blame their own fate.

The wind was harsher than the banshee's howl, and the two had to hold each other up, otherwise they would never find each other two steps away. At this time, they can only rely on the instructions of the gPs to walk, they are still about a mile away from the supply station, if it is usual, they can already see the antenna of the supply station.

"What the hell is it going to be here? Ma Lan just finished speaking, his feet were empty, and the whole person planted forward, and after a short feeling of weightlessness, his back hit something firmly, and before he could scream in pain, the whole person quickly slid down.

I don't know how long it took to fall, it seemed like a few minutes, or a few seconds? Ma Lan felt that he was thrown into the air, and finally landed on the hard ground, his arm clicked, and a sharp pain came, I don't know if it was broken.

"What the hell is this place. ”

After snorting for a while, Ma Lan wanted to move his arm, and he breathed in the cold air in pain, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move a bit. It was dark in front of him, could it be that he was blind? Ma Lan's right leg stepped on the ground, pushed himself over, and knelt up with his left hand, hanging there weakly with his right hand.

"Scott, Scott?!" Malan realized that there was no movement from Scott around him. Didn't he fall? Ma Lan groped around, the surroundings were very empty, and there was no snow on the ground, could it be that he was underground? Ma Lan's heart was cold, it was over, he must have fallen into the snow cave.

Although you can escape being buried by the wind and snow, suffocating and freezing to death, but this level of blizzard, after passing by, the snow cave will definitely be covered by snow, not to mention that you can't escape in the first place, after being covered, even if the scientific expedition team wants to find their body, I am afraid it will be a difficult thing.

What's more, his arm doesn't know what the situation is, so he can only wait here to die.

Thinking of this, even though Ma Lan had an endless desire to survive, he could only hate that he was powerless, sat on the ground, took out a small half bottle of wiskey, and was reluctant to drink it after unscrewing it, and took a shallow sip.

"Ah......h

"Scott, are you alright?" Malan hurriedly put the flask back in his pocket and groped his way in the direction where he had just spoken.

"I, am I dead, ahh

A little green light flashed, Scott didn't even lose the gPs in his hand in this situation, he lit up the screen, although it was dark, but he could barely see some of the surrounding scenes.

Malan helped Scott up, but fortunately he didn't step on it just now, otherwise Scott's hand would have been useless.

"Where is this, are we both dead, how can we know that it hurts when we die?"

"It's better to die, it's better to die, we fell into the snow cave, and we couldn't get out, so we had to starve to death. Malan checked Scott and found that there was only a broken skin on his forehead, which should not be a big problem.

"What's wrong with your arm, is it broken?" Scott put the gPs into Ma Lan's left hand, stretched out his hands and touched his right arm, and Ma Lan broke out in a cold sweat.

"It's dislocated, bear with it," Scott didn't finish speaking, his hand slammed into force, only to hear a bang, and stuffed it back for Malan, Malan wanted to scold his mother, but the words came to his mouth or held back.

"My first aid training was not for nothing. Scott smiled.

Ma Lan tried to move, and found that although it was still very painful, he was already able to move, "I said, doctor, then you analyze and analyze, what should we do next." Will you eat me first, or will I eat you first? ”

Scott ignored his nonsense, took off his jacket, took Maran's sapper shovel, held his clothes, and then took out a lighter and lit it.

The flame is much brighter than the gPs of the a-si screen, and the viewing range is much larger, and the next scene is shocking. On the opposite side of them was a huge wall of ice, and most of the huge B-29 Super Flying Fortress was frozen inside, with only a small tail leaking out.

"My goodness, did the plane get lost and fly here after dropping the nuclear bomb?"

"Don't be, that plane successfully returned, you see this one has no number on the wing, maybe it's a mysterious plane. "Scott still knows a lot about the history of World War II.

"Then you say, don't care what it does, the radio on this plane ......" Ma Lan's eyes lit up.

"Yes!" Scott ran straight to the tail of the plane, which had broken in the crash and could go straight into the cabin.

"Hey, don't be in such a hurry!" Malan didn't hold back, "We don't know if it's safe there!" Seeing that Scott had already gotten in, he had no choice but to follow.

The cabin was a mess, all kinds of equipment were scattered all over the ground, and several corpses had been thrown into human shapes, but they did not decompose due to the extreme low temperature.

When Malan got inside, Scott was crouching on the ground checking a lockbox, which had broken and didn't know what it was.

"What's that" Malan crouched beside him, and with Scott, he carefully lifted the lid and found only a black test tube inside.

Scott hesitated, stretched out his hand and took out the test tube, as scientific researchers, they are very sensitive to this kind of thing, only to see that the liquid inside has a stratification phenomenon, the upper part is pale yellow, the fluidity is very good, and the lower part of the pure black is very viscous.

"How do I feel, this thing, like ......"

"Blood. The two said in unison.

"Black blood? and it will be transported by a no-braided plane, will it be the blood of water?" Malan muttered, and at this moment, he suddenly noticed that a patch of black appeared on Scott's red gloves, "Scott, put it down, look at your gloves!"

Scott also felt something wrong, he clearly felt that his fingers were losing sensation, and quickly put the test tube into the box, dropped the torch, and removed the glove from his left hand with his right hand.

I saw that his left hand had become completely black, and the black was still spreading upwards rapidly.

"I'm sorry, brother!" Malan didn't have time to think about it, picked up the sapper shovel on the ground, shook off the burning clothes, and cut off Scott's left arm!

One hand grabbed the sapper shovel so that it couldn't move, it was Scott's hand, and he slowly turned his face to face Ma Lan, who fell to the ground with a thud. He could clearly see that Scott's eyes had turned purple and black, far brighter than the flames on the ground!

"Don't bother, my friend. He said quietly.