In the past few days when they were about to reach the extreme, I don't know why it was extremely cold, they were docked under some big obstacle, they were eating something in the tent, fortunately, the food on the sleigh was sufficient, they would never go hungry, they were really glad that only four people came to this place, it was not bad, so they would not watch so many people die in the cold.

"Do you want some?" Oates said he was holding up some 'opium,' which was just a further nerve stimulation.

"Or you can do a business, a large amount of opium, and export it to the 'Qing Empire.'" Scott said.

"That business is not easy right now, but if I had been born 100 years earlier, or if I had become a businessman," Oates said.

"Why?" Scott was just a dead house sitting in an army laboratory all day, and he certainly didn't know that in June 1839, the Qing Empire, the great power in the East, had imposed a ban on smoking.

"Your soup." Evans had been boiling a pot of soup.

"Thank you." Scott said with a smile on his face.

"Bowers. What are you doing, it's time to eat. Oates reminded.

"Well, I know, it's just that my clothes are torn, and I have to sew them, otherwise the wind will always run in through the cracks." Bowers was sewing the thick cotton garment with a needle and thread, and he always felt that one layer was not enough, so he sewed many layers before he was relieved.

After dinner, they hung their shoes and socks near the remaining oil and let the remaining heat dry the soaked shoes and socks.

Evans, who was in his sleeping bag, suddenly felt an inexplicable fear in his heart, and he always felt as if something was going to happen. So it took him a long time to calm down and fall asleep.

The next day, the weather was exceptionally bad, but Scott was full of fighting spirit, saying that he would probably be able to reach the South Pole as long as he survived the blizzard.

"It's bad luck. It was the biggest snowstorm I've ever experienced in my life. Scott said, grimacing.

"It's all here, you can't go back." Oates said in the back.

"The pole is not far away, the compass, it has been shaking." Bowers has been on the sea for a long time, so he is best at using a compass, and he knows that the pole of estimation is approaching, which is the best news in so many days.

On January 16, 1912, Scott and his party, under a snowstorm, all of them had a lot of frostbite, and they reached the South Pole with some unexpected perseverance, and after arriving, Scott and his party were happy for a while.

"Well, Scott, look what I've found." Oates pointed to a place in the distance, where there seemed to be a bulging stone, and Scott stepped forward, a tent and a Norwegian flag that had long been frozen and fluttering made Scott feel like he had jumped into the abyss.

"Damn Amundsen." Scott scolded.

"I didn't expect that we weren't the first." Oates said indifferently.

"It's all the weather." "If the sun was shining all the time, we'd be faster than them." ”

"I can do that, too." Evans said.

"Looks like that guy wrote you back." Oates said.

"That guy must be showing off, he's the first one to reach the pole. It's so damning. Scott said, not opening the letter.

"There's another one, he said you should give it to the King of Norway."

"Hmph, shameless."

"We have to leave something behind, we can't come, let's leave nothing." Evans reminded.

"Of course, we have to plant the national flag here, although we can't prove that we were the first to reach the pole, but we can always prove that we are the ones who came." Scott said.

"Well, the weather is terrible." Bowers looked at the weather around him, "I guess there will be a snowstorm in the past two days." ”

"I think so, too." "We're here for two days and we're leaving, even though there's not a lot of food. ”

"Okay," Scott felt a little decadent, already exhausted, and felt like he was about to fall into hell.

They rested for a few days at the pole, and then went back, and there was enough food to make it to the next supply station without a huge snowstorm.

It's really fast, it's been almost a week to get back from the pole, and they're trekking hard all the time, but Scott always feels that this journey is different from when he came.

"We're taking a long detour?" Scott asked Bowers, who had been looking at the compass.

"Well, I don't know, the pointer hasn't moved, sometimes it shakes, is the compass broken." Bowers was wondering, too.

"Shall we rest?" Evans said.

"Well, we should take a break, we've been almost 60 miles away." Bowers said.

"Here tonight, looks like the blizzard is coming," Scott said.

"No, I think it should be marched." Ötzi, who had always been a dragger, took the initiative to ask for the march because he felt that it was always uncomfortable.

"Are you being funny? Or are you demon-possessed. Scott asked quippedly.

"It's a feeling of marching to the battle, and there will be danger here in the General Bureau." Oates said.

"There is no danger here, not even a large snowy mountain can be seen, except for the rock walls that rise here and there, or avalanches are the most dangerous." Bowers said with a grin.

"No, I still think we should march, at least we have to go another 10 miles."

"Maybe you're crazy from hunger." Scott said.

"Forget it, let's camp from here, it'll be fine." Bowers said.

Oates couldn't resist the two of them, so he also rested in place, but he always felt uncomfortable.

At night, there is still a slight amount of sunlight, because this is already the time when the sun's verticality is at its highest, and there are no mountains within the polar circle where there are polar days.

During the night, Oates had eaten some boiled meat, and felt much more refreshed, and he drank a bowl of soup, although the food was fine now, but he had to reach another supply station within ten days, otherwise he would not be able to hold on.

It's all business as usual.

Originally, there were not many people on this continent, and there would not be anyone even within a radius of several kilometers, and there was not even the sound of the wind tonight. Oates didn't know why he wasn't sleepy at all, he tossed and turned in his sleeping bag until he heard footsteps that frightened him, and it was impossible to say if there were people in this place, or other adventurers, but why didn't they make a sound, he thought, anyway, it would be better for him to get up and take a look, so that he felt comfortable, he got up and got back, got dressed, and woke up the three people who were already asleep, and he was the first to come out of the tent, and there was nothing outside the tent.

"Oates. What are you doing. Evans said with a bit of grumbling.

"Shhhh Oates whispered, then made a silencing motion.