In October 1911, when he arrived at McMurdo Strait in Antarctica from his hometown of England and set up camp in the Strait of McMurdo, it had been a year, Scott stood in front of the door of the supply station, as an expert in the study of military weapons, he was not thinking about the explosion mechanism of fuel, but thinking about other things, he frowned and did not speak, the atmosphere of the whole house was very bad, and with the typhoid virus brought from England thousands of miles away, a team member kept coughing on a chair in the corner.

The bad weather makes people panic, in the summer of Antarctica, the temperature is still dozens of degrees below zero, Scott originally wanted to be the first person to reach the pole, but this weather is a little worrying.

The British royal family gave Scott a lot of support, but now it can't help, the colonized 'Great Qing' Empire, the whole country is in chaos at this time, millions of square kilometers of land, so that the new British king is a little helpless, a leader named Sun Yat-sen, is holding a 'Qing Eradication' plan, an unprecedented revolution is underway.

"Scott, what are you thinking?" Colonel Oates behind asked.

"It's nothing, it's just that it's a little bit against us that day." Scott said.

"The weather is not up to you, it is estimated that it will be fine in two days, and everything can't be rushed." Oates took a sip of the hot water in the cup, and the hot water cooled quickly in his hands, and it only took a few minutes.

"Little Dole, I'm sick." Skeeter said.

"He's just a clerk, he hasn't exercised, and his physique is very weak." Oz shook his head.

"Let little Dole and Monchi stay, don't let them go, or it's a burden to go." It's not that Skart dislikes it, it's just to not drag down more people, and it's just for their good to let them stay, although the food here is not very rich, but food and clothing are still no problem.

"Well, I also think that fewer people are better," Oates agreed.

Scott thought about this, as soon as the weather improved in two days, he would set off, and he couldn't delay any longer, something would happen after a long time, and he also thought that the Norwegian named Amundsen was probably also trapped in some bay or ice barrier and couldn't move forward, and they were doing some kind of invisible competition, although it didn't mean anything. Or maybe you will erect a statue of yourself near the South Pole, and then your children and grandchildren will look at you and say, 'Look, how great that man is, he was the first to reach the pole.' ’

But all this is still a fantasy now, and when it is actually achieved, it will be there. But what he didn't know was that the man named Amundsen was already heading towards the pole, they were in a place where they could hide from the wind and snow, repaired for two days, and then the group sprinted directly towards the pole, of course, Scott was just getting started.

A month later, Scott finally led his team to the extreme, the road was really difficult to walk, those rocks and glaciers, and there was snow everywhere I don't know the depth, but fortunately everything was thrilling. The weather is still very bad, and some teammates are sick because of long-term fatigue, although it is only a minor illness, but it will also affect the progress.

"Let's go to the front and rest, and we'll set off in two days." Scott and the others reached an exposed mountain, where they decided to trim it up in order to better move forward.

"We don't have much food, and we can only support a few people back and forth." Bowers, who was sitting in the back, said that as a captain in the navy, he had been fighting at sea for a long time, and he knew that the feeling of no water and no food was actually no different from being in the desert above the sea, the sea was salty, and it was better to be disappointed than not being able to see the water.

"Well, I know, we're almost halfway there." Scott looked into the distance, and he looked in the direction of the pole.

"Or we should give up." Oates suddenly brought up.

"No, we can't do it halfway." Scott stubbornly said.

"It's God stopping us." "Maybe the Norwegian has already reached the pole." ”

"Whatever, if you don't want to go with me, I'll go by myself." Scott was suddenly a little angry, although now he was hungry. But he didn't want people to have the idea of backing down, he was already halfway through, and he had to go down the remaining half himself.

"Let's have a meeting." Oates suddenly proposed.

"What kind of meeting, do you want to give up the vote?" Scott is a little sensitive,

"No, don't get excited, excitement will affect the loss of energy." Bowers said.

"Let's re-select those who go to the pole, and the others will return the same way to avoid unnecessary casualties." Oz said.

"How do you choose?" Scott asked.

"If you're sick, leave, that will slow down our trip." Oz said.

"There are a lot of sick people." Scott looked at the people sitting around him.

"Well, everyone who is sick, go back the way you came, or that would be the best decision." Bowers lowered his head, and he took out a piece of stiff bread and bit it off with a clatter.

"And who else is left?" Skeeter said.

"I, you, plus Powers, and Evans in the corner." Oates said, sitting on a large rock, the cold feeling could be felt through the cotton clothes.

"Is everyone else leaving?" Scott asked.

"Well, let's all leave." Bowers agrees, "They should be able to get their food back to the supply depot." ”

"Alright then, let's start again after a night's rest tonight." Scott didn't eat anything, but just slept in his sleeping bag.

The next morning, the sun never rose, even though it was summer in Antarctica, which was a good weather that he had never encountered, and those who were sick were ready to leave, leaving behind food that they could last until they went back, and the rest was given to Scott's four men.

The Antarctic Plateau is a plateau with an average altitude of more than 3,700 meters, Evans, who has been at sea for a long time, has a bit of altitude sickness and always feels vague in front of him, but fortunately, he has good adaptability, and it took two days to almost be fine, Bowers worried about him for a long time, and thought that there would be a lack of oxygen, and they didn't bring any emergency oxygen cylinders or anything.

Evans, in fact, only came with the ship 'New World', originally just a seafarer with the ship, but he didn't expect to be sent to follow Scott and his party to the South Pole, he thought that since he came, he would come, anyway, there are not many things, when he rests, he will learn Scott and they write a diary, maybe it will become a good travelogue later, when he goes back, write a book, and then buy some money, he thought, while writing down in his notebook, 'altitude sickness for two days, I didn't expect to be fine, Thank God for your care. Then he closed the booklet, and the ink in his pen was a little stiff, because it was too cold, and he sat down on the ground, leaning against the mountain, and clasped his hands together in prayer.