There was no light, except for the rapid breathing of himself and his son, and the pounding heartbeat, and there was absolute darkness and silence all around. This is a kind of darkness and silence that can make people crazy, and this is a Jedi that blocks all life and hope, and I believe that most of the people who face this desperate situation but do not die will have a complete mental breakdown before they officially die!

Lei Zhen must admit that he has encountered the greatest danger of his life. He had no idea how much snow was pressing on top of his head, and he didn't know how long the road was in front of him, covered with snow. He and his son were buried alive in a tomb where ice and snow blended, and when the sun rose, the surface of the snow melted into the snow and then in the evening it was frozen into ice, and so on until an indestructible ice was formed. At that time, the bodies of him and his son will lie quietly in such an absolutely closed polar world covered with ice and snow all year round, without being disturbed, let alone decomposing and deforming.

In the dark, Lei Zhen could clearly feel that his son's body was trembling lightly, and the low whimpering sound was telling Lei Zhen that it was afraid, very afraid! Lei Zhen reached out and gently stroked his son's smooth fur, trying to comfort his son with gentle strokes, while groping and opening the backpack that faced an avalanche and he didn't give up, and pulled out a flashlight from it.

This is the prop that Lei Zhen borrowed from their supply library when he left the mountain training base of the special service battalion directly under the Central Military Academy Teaching Corps, and when the light emitted by the flashlight raised a dazzling brightness in this small and closed environment, making people rediscover the dual sense of space and time, and after rediscovering himself, Lei Zhen's son, who had been a little restless in his arms, finally regained his calm.

Lei Zhen took advantage of the glow from the flashlight and looked down at his marching backpack. Although the backpack was cut through by sharp ice during the avalanche, thankfully it did not lose any supplies. In this backpack, it is full of food that Lei Zhen bought from a Tibetan tribe after entering the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, even in this kind of polar region where it is covered with ice and snow all year round and must have sufficient nutritional intake, these foods are enough for Lei Zhen and his son to consume for two weeks. Among these foods, there is also a small packet of salt and a dozen sugar cubes that can provide considerable calories and help him fight altitude sickness.

In this backpack, there are also two books carefully wrapped in plastic sheeting and waterproofed. One of them is a snowfield instruction manual written by Ma Lan himself to guide Lei Zhen on how to survive and fight in the snowy mountains, and the other is a "Five Wheel Biography" given to Lei Zhen by teacher Xie Jinyuan to describe the legendary life of Miyamoto Musashi, the first swordsman in this book. At that time, Mr. Xie Jinyuan gave such a book to Lei Zhen, hoping that Lei Zhen could read this book and truly understand from it the strength of the soldiers who believed in bushido to support their beliefs and morals.

Lei Zhen used his thick big hand to gently caress the snowfield instruction manual that Ma Lan wrote for him, the calluses on his fingers rubbed against the rough and thick paper, making a rustling sound, and finally he gently put the book under the rock beside him.

Every time he completed a training camp, Lei Zhen would bury a handwritten instruction manual written by Ma Lan in the place where he had trained.

Lei Zhen glanced at the book in his hand again, which he had read hundreds of times and could recite almost any paragraph of text in it, and finally Lei Zhen respectfully put the book side by side next to the snowfield instruction manual.

"Miyamoto Musashi, if you really have a spirit in the sky, and you can still use your eyes to look down on us, and hear the words of the world with your ears, then please open your eyes wide, turn your ears sideways, and show me well, listen well."

Lei Zhen said softly: "I know that you are the god of war in the minds of all the soldiers of Yuben, and I also respect the great achievements you have created in your own field, although I hate Yue himself, and I hate the soldiers who believe in bushido, but I must admit that you are a character!" I've always carried this book with me, and I'm just using you to remind myself, and I'm using you to spur myself on. Every time I was about to fall, I was crying everywhere in my body, begging me to give up, it was you who gave me the reason and strength to never give up. ”

"Today, I left you here with the Second Master's book, just to ask you to watch me and how to conquer another mountain in this life."

At this time, Lei Zhen's eyes suddenly burst with a ray of fanatical light, and he said word by word: "There is an ancient saying in our China, a nation will prosper, and heroes will emerge!" I don't dare to call myself a hero, but I just want you to see clearly that in order to defeat the invaders, and to defeat the disciples who believe in you and regard you as a god, I can make myself more than you...... Stronger! ”

Speaking of which, Lei Zhen didn't need to say anything more, and he took off the portable individual shovel from his backpack. That huge rock made Lei Zhen not lose his most important sense of direction in the impact of the ice and snow that was swept wildly. And that flashlight, although it is impossible to provide light all the time, but Lei Zhen will turn on the flashlight every once in a while, shine a light on the path he has conquered, and use the beam of light to correct his direction, so that he can grab a straight passage!

As for how long a passage to dig out, Lei Zhen didn't know. Whether he can hold on to the end, live to see the sun outside, and breathe fresh air, Lei Zhen doesn't know. By patting the snow around his body and squeezing the air inside from these snow powders, he can ensure that the oxygen necessary for himself and his son to survive can be supported, and Lei Zhen doesn't know!

Lei Zhen only knew that in this kind of isolated and helpless situation, it was impossible to wait for a miracle, and the only miracle was to use his own hands to beat his mother a passage to survival, so that Miyamoto Musashi, who was known as the "Martial God" in Yumoto, could take a look at what a Chinese man was stronger than him!

In the darkness, Lei Zhen struggled to swing the shovel in his hand, digging the passage while slapping the snow around him to prevent the dug passage from collapsing. It was in his long and powerful breathing, in the rustling sound of the shovel and the ice and snow fighting, that a passage more than one meter high and sixty centimeters wide was advancing little by little in this Jedi of life completely covered by ice and snow.

Every ten meters he digs forward, Lei Zhen will turn on the flashlight and recalibrate the direction he is going, until with the help of the flashlight, he can see the rock as soon as he turns around, and can see the two books that he has placed upright, watching him and encouraging him. Every time Lei Zhen had to stop to rest, take off his gloves and try to keep himself frozen, but his hands became hot and itchy to return to normal, Lei Zhen's son would always run over obediently and use his warm tongue to lick Lei Zhen's hands until Lei Zhen's fingers became flexible and strong enough to hold the shovel again.

The book "The Legend of the Five Wheels" remained silent. Even if Miyamoto Musashi really has a spirit in the sky, in the face of such a thunderstorm, in the face of such a strong-willed and unassailable Chinese, he has nothing to say!

In this world, miracles favor only those who are prepared. A person like Lei Zhen who can still burst out with self-confidence in a dark desperate situation, and can do what others can't, what reason does a miracle have to reject him?!

When the shovel in Lei Zhen's hand was swung out again, a cool evening breeze, mixed with the unique biting cold on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, suddenly broke into Lei Zhen's excavation for nearly ten hours, advancing more than 400 meters little by little, and the air had begun to become turbid, and even rushed directly into Lei Zhen's lungs, which had begun to have slight convulsions due to excessive lack of oxygen!

The indescribable sense of ease and comfort filled Lei Zhen's entire body and mind in an instant. At this time, Lei Zhen really wanted to roar loudly, he really wanted to scream hard, but he didn't dare to do anything, because doing so was tantamount to deliberately creating a second avalanche. No matter how confident Lei Zhen was, with his overdrawn physical strength, it would be absolutely impossible for him to dig out such a life channel from under the ice and snow for the second time!

Lei Zhen could only sit quietly on the ground and sigh his head out of the snow cave. At this time, it was already pitch black outside. On such a polar plateau with the highest peak in the world, almost no pollution by human civilization, and pure ice and snow everywhere, the starry sky looks so close and so bright, so bright that Lei Zhen can't help but think of the gentle and kind eyes when his mother fed him poached eggs when he was a child.

Lei Zhen's son also poked his head out of the snow cave, and like Lei Zhen, he breathed deeply in the fresh air that he usually didn't care about, and quietly tasted something called "freedom".

At this time, Lei Zhen and his son, who were sitting on top of a sheet of snow and starry sky, were suddenly stupid. Feeling this long-lost tranquility and comfort, a hope suddenly rose in Lei Zhen's heart that even he felt incredible, perhaps even more unrealizable: "May there be no more war in this beautiful world!" ”

Anyone in a normal position would leave the valley as fast as they could, almost drowning themselves, and God knows if there would be room for a second avalanche.

But Lei Zhen didn't.

Fighting underground with a shovel and snow for nearly ten hours has consumed all of Lei Zhen's physical strength, and sweat has soaked his clothes again and again, in this case, it is absolutely impossible for Lei Zhen to support himself in an environment of minus 30 degrees Celsius for long, maybe he has not found a suitable place to camp, his clothes will be as hard as stones, and he will be frozen to death, not to mention that he has to drag such a tired body to make a semi-enclosed snow nest necessary to resist the cold.

Lei Zhen managed to reinforce the exit of the snow cave so that it would not collapse easily, and then turned back to a position five meters away, digging the passage and expanding it into a snow room that would allow him to spread his entire body evenly. Then in the excited sound of his son, Lei Zhen took out the food he bought from the Tibetans from his backpack, picked out the largest piece of roast beef, and put it in front of his son.

There was a chewing sound in the igloo, and a few minutes later, in this small igloo, a flame the size of a ping-pong ball began to rise, sending a steady stream of heat to Lei Zhen, who was sitting next to it, spreading his hands for warmth. In a military lunch box on the flames, the melted ice cubes and minced meat thrown in by Lei Zhen were gently tumbling, gradually emitting an attractive fragrance as time passed.

The fuel used by Lei Zhen was a plastic spoon and a plastic box of sugar cubes. An ordinary-looking plastic spoon can burn for a full ten minutes with the help of skill, plus the box that can hold four or five plastic spoons is already enough heat for Lei Zhen to make a box of steaming broth.

It is hard for those who have not lived in this polar region of ice and snow to imagine that sometimes, just a sip of hot soup can make people overcome the cold and live again.

The next day, when Lei Zhen reopened his eyes in the licking of his son's tongue, the sun had reappeared in the sky, greatly dispelling the plateau night, and no matter how he wrapped himself in layers, he would still pierce the severe cold into the bone marrow. Lei Zhen finally crawled out of this passage that he had dug out little by little in the darkness of despair, and stretched his body as much as he could under the light of the sun.

Glancing back at the passage again, Lei Zhen whispered in his heart: "Farewell, Miyamoto Musashi!" ”

By this time, Lei Zhen no longer needed the book "The Legend of the Five Wheels", because in his heart, Miyamoto Musashi, a hero who was not of the same era as him, was already a mountain he had conquered!

As for the snowy mountain training that hasn't really started yet...... When Lei Zhen did all this, finally created a miracle and defeated the most terrible force of nature, in this world, who else dares to say that Lei Zhen is not qualified and has not graduated?!

An indescribable feeling of emptiness suddenly hit Lei Zhen's heart. It was only at this time that he realized that he had been training alone outside for two years, which was two years of isolation!

Lei Zhen suddenly found that he began to think about Ma Lan, Yang Huimin, and Yang Xie Jinyuan. Lei Zhen really doesn't know what happened to these people after two years.

"Master, have you now successfully left the lone camp and led everyone back to the army and the battlefield? If you are still silently holding on to the lonely barracks, carefully guarding against the intrusion of your intelligence agencies every day, and facing those high-spirited White Russian soldiers, such a result will inevitably be too disappointing. ”

Lei Zhen looked at his son lying at his feet and said, "Son, let's go back to Shanghai!" ”

(To be continued)