I grabbed myself a two-hour break.

Several long-distance downhills in a row made me feel a little easier, although I encountered some trouble when crossing a woodland, and almost hit a few parallel trees, but fortunately, the brakes were in time and there was only a purple pagoda mountain on my forehead.

And judging by the direction of the mountain, a large part of the road should be mostly downhill and the distance is relatively long, so I should be able to reach the scheduled destination on time.

I found a sheltered place and slapped a triangular snow wall, and went in to get a good night's sleep.

But no.

Sub-zero temperatures, and I'm not wearing that kind of fully sealed warm combat suit, frostbite is a trivial thing to sleep like this, and I can freeze to death in my sleep if I don't make trouble!

I can only be reluctant to be confused for a while, and I have to get up and move a few times from time to time.

First of all, he felt that the bones and muscles in his body were wrong, and no matter how he adjusted his resting posture, the person also felt uncomfortable, and he couldn't wait to strip off his clothes and stretch well.

Then there was the slight tingling that came from the fingers of the hands and feet.

In the snowstorm, many people unknowingly frostbite their hands and feet during the long march.

When Amariken attacked Iraq, a British commando was severely frostbitten during the whole **** march. And the one with the most frostbite actually walked and saw that his hands were black?

After a closer look, I realized that a pair of hands had been frozen alive, and I would never want to pick up the weight of a straw with my own hands in this life!

I quickly rubbed my hands and feet, and ate a few bites of high-calorie food.

Don't worry about drinking water, there is a built-in water bag in our military uniform, relying on the effect of body temperature to keep warm, the water is still a little warm, and it will not consume our already small amount of heat energy like drinking snow water.

After a short rest, I continued on my way.

It didn't take long for the windproof mask to be covered with a thick crust of ice, and I had to remove the ice that was gradually hardening every few minutes, and although the goggles were good for my eyes, I guess it wouldn't be long before I had a slight snow blindness!

But I couldn't stop.

The observation group behind me was gone, and I couldn't even make out the rhythmic engine sound of the sled from the roar of the snowstorm.

Between heaven and earth, it seems that I am the only one left.

Lonely.

An unprecedented sense of loneliness took over my heart almost instantly.

I remember that there were some armed forces in Burma who liked to use earthen holes to punish those who betrayed or captured the enemy.

Throw the punisher into a vertical hole four or five meters deep but only one meter square, and then cover the hole. For a maximum of two hours, one can hear one's own heartbeat and the sound of blood flowing in absolute silence.

Coupled with the fact that there is no visible object, any slight sound can arouse suspicion and fear in people's hearts. In such a situation, almost none of those who were thrown into the dirt hole survived two days. Either I was scared crazy by myself, or I tried everything to kill myself.

And I am like the only one who has been thrown into heaven and earth to be punished.

I'm used to the action of the group, I'm used to the life of the group.

But now, I'm alone.

I could only judge the general direction, I couldn't see the road under my feet, and I even suspected that I would be swallowed up by the wind and snow in the next minute!

I'm starting to feel scared......

It's like walking alone at night when I was a child, and I actually sang when the growing fear and loneliness hit me.

I still can't remember what I was singing at the time.

All I knew was that I was singing, as if I had sung all the songs I could remember since I was a child, until I couldn't make a sound in my voice.

In retrospect, the scene of a military man who was covered in snow white and almost dissolved into the sky and earth, crying wolf at the throat and pulling the sleigh to move forward, should have been funny to everyone who saw it, right?

But that's what I was like at the time.

Although I am afraid, although I am lonely, although I think that I can lie on the snow in the next second and be immortal, I am still towards the goal ****, constantly ****.

Actually, I'm not alone......

After the training, I asked Jiang Kuan, Yang Ke and some other brothers who participated in the winter training. At least half of them admitted that they were also unwittingly howling and moving forward.

Why sing?

It seems that he just wants to prove that he still exists, and that he has not been swallowed up by the heavy snow that is everywhere in the world, right?

But every brother did not stop moving forward.

Because, we are the ** master wearing a vest!

I walked for two days and two nights. I could feel my eyes freeze in my sockets, and even if I wanted to see my surroundings, I could only turn my neck mechanically, not glance at it as easily as I normally would.

Generally speaking, people become numb when they are extremely sleepy, and several times I fell to the ground before I suddenly woke up, and then continued to struggle forward.

But when I fell, my eyes were open, and I could clearly see the white scenery in front of me, but my brain was already uncontrollably asleep.

The constant movement in the snow and the physical exertion are also quite amazing. In two days and two nights, I had already consumed half of the food, and even the water in the water bag was about to bottom out.

I had to stop again, fetch some snow and stuff it into a water bag, so that I could use my precious body heat to make some warm water that I could eat.

As I struggled to stand up, a pair of large hands suddenly reached out from behind me, helping me to stand up straight.

Then, in my ears, I heard the words in standard Mandarin.

Bald, are you okay?

I breathed a sigh of relief and said it's okay, but why are you running my line, shouldn't we go separately?

The pure Mandarin voice laughed and said, bald, you are still dizzy. Don't we have a rallying point?

It's less than a kilometer away from our assembly point, and you can already see the other brothers over there.

Among us brothers, although we have all been trained to be broad-minded, when we speak Mandarin, we will more or less have a little hometown accent, but it is not so easy to notice.

Only one person's Mandarin can reach the level of a CCTV announcer.

Our Tibetan buddy Sonam Dajie.