The Fikris Mountains are located in the northernmost part of the snowy ice field, and from a distance, the peaks and peaks are stacked and meandering for hundreds of miles. Since ancient times, it has been the northern barrier of countless bards, separating the snowy ice fields from the Great Ice Ocean.

Although the Black Sea is connected to the Great Ice Ocean, the Great Ice Ocean is filled with huge ice blocks that cannot be navigated by ships all year round. Therefore, if you want to go to the end of the world, you have to cross the Fikris mountains. However, for thousands of years, there have been very few people who have actually been able to climb over the mountains.

The altitude here is 8,000 meters, the mountain is covered with snow for thousands of years, and the temperature reaches more than minus 50 degrees.

More than a month later......

In this world of extinct birds and boundless silence, a lonely figure appeared.

A young man in black, panting and dragging a half-human-high, three-meter-long locomotive, crawled hard in the mountains.

Alice, who turns on the simulated human mode, asks her master.

"No...... No, just go a little longer. Iron Slag replied, gasping for air. More than a month ago, he said goodbye to Lao Amp and others and embarked on the road to the north. In the snowy icefield, he rests during the day, lets the red comet recharge in the sun, and drives at night with his headlights on. After more than 20 days of wind, frost, rain and snow, he finally arrived at the foot of the Fikris mountains.

At that time, his clothes were scratched and tattered by ice slag. The next morning, he changed into new clothes, ate a meal of canned meat, and began his journey over the Fikris mountains.

However, when he dragged the red comet and climbed the first mountain with great difficulty, he only felt indescribable bitterness when he looked at the mountains that stretched for hundreds of miles. Here, the red comet became a burden, and he could only drag it through the thick snow.

For the next twenty days, he struggled through the mountains with mountains stacked on top of each other, stopping every few hundred steps to rest.

Perhaps, because this lonely journey was so lonely, Alice's repeated requests, he finally authorized the model of the simulated human. Alice, who is empowered, is like an innocent girl, chattering in his ear all the time. Although it is annoying at times, it also adds a color to this lonely world.

"Don't ...... It's cold enough here. Iron Slag hurriedly stopped, Alice's jokes were all bad jokes, and there was no other use than making people chill.

"Turn off the speakers."

"If I hear that word again......"

After more than ten minutes, the iron slag finally couldn't walk, and sat on the ground depressed, gasping for air. The altitude here is very high, the air pressure is very low, and the air is very thin. As a composite evolutionary, he is rarely so wolfy.

"I'll camp here tonight." Iron slag rested for a while, regained his breath, and said.

"And then?"

Alice was fastened to a pine sleigh and flashed her headlights.

"And so ......"

Alice said.

"Alice, noun explained, drag oil bottle." Iron Slag commanded.

"Look......" Iron Slag shrugged his shoulders and said. (Here, I would like to pay tribute to Huohuo.) ）

Alice said squeamishly.

"Who are you studying?" Iron Slag asked with interest.

Alice, who is a real human, does not dare to say everything.

However, the topic still silenced the iron slag for a while. It wasn't until the tent was set up and the kerosene lamp was turned on that he spoke again, "Alice, how many cans of meat are there?" ”

"I'm too tired today, let's eat one." Iron slag muttered to himself.

As soon as she finished speaking, Alice stretched out her thin mechanical arm, took out a flat aluminum box from the package, and handed it over.

Iron slag took it and looked at it for a while before tearing the seal of the aluminum foil. This is the standard field meal for the garrison of the Western Continent, which consists of luncheon meat, Chinese cabbage, and rice. When the seal is torn open, a clever pull tab is revealed at the bottom. The iron slag hooked the pull ring and pulled a ten-centimeter-long iron wire out. As the wire was withdrawn, there was a crisp sound of "pop" in the aluminum box, and a stream of heat rushed up from the bottom of the box. Iron Slag hurriedly placed the box in the part of the kerosene lamp, and the first time he fiddled with it, he almost burned his hand.

About ten minutes later, with a soft "bang", the aluminum lid bounced off on its own, and a cloud of hot water vapor came out.

Smelling the delicious aroma of rice, the iron slag felt out a compressed biscuit, tore open the oil paper, and ate it in a big gulp. The good stuff should be saved until the end, and the anticipation should be saved, otherwise this dry compressed biscuit will be really hard to swallow.

After eating two compressed biscuits, Iron Slag picked up the lunch box and chewed slowly. After entering the Phyllis Mountains, his body consumption became more and more large, and he only ate compressed biscuits, which was already difficult to hold onto. Every three to four days, he would eat a canned piece of meat to replenish his increasingly weak body.

In this frozen world, even if you can see the occasional creature, you can't catch it. The creatures here seem to have a long lifespan, as if they have intelligence. As long as there is a movement, it will fly fast. Moreover, they all have pure white hair, lying on their stomachs in the snow, which is almost impossible to detect with the naked eye.

Two days ago, the iron slag climbed the snow slope one foot deep and one foot shallow. When he walked somewhere, a white shadow suddenly appeared at his feet. On closer inspection, it turned out to be a ferret, and he quickly popped out six arthropods and chased after it. As a result, before it had even taken two steps, the ferret ran away without a trace. He had no choice but to return to his place and drag the red comet on his way up. But it wasn't long before the ferret ran back and looked at the iron slag from afar, as if curious.

Seeing this, Iron Slag took out the compressed biscuits, broke them and threw them near the red comet, and pretended to leave. The plan was to wait for it to get close and let Alice catch it with a robotic arm. However, when the iron slag crawled in the snow and waited for two, the ferret was not fooled, and just watched from afar.

Eventually, the iron slag felt like it was about to freeze, so he gave up and dragged the red comet on a cable. But not long after he was gone, the ferret caught up with him, grabbed the crumbs of the compressed biscuit with his forefoot, and ate it with joy.

Iron Slag looked at the ferret from afar, shook his head helplessly, and gave up the idea of eating game.

After eating the hot luncheon meat, the iron slag filled some snow into the empty lunch box, then opened the windshield of the kerosene lamp and put the lunch box on it. After a while, the snow melted, the water was a little warmer, and the iron slag was taken up and drunk. The altitude here is too high for the water to boil, so you can only drink it like this.

After eating and drinking, the iron slag burrowed into the tent clinging to the red comet, and soon went into hibernation. Here, every minute counts, either moving forward or resting.

Alice said, then opened the solar umbrella and entered the standby state.

In the blink of an eye, time flies, the stars have shifted, and it has reached the middle of the night. In the moonlight, the thousand-year-old frozen Fikris mountains are like a goddess lying on her side, and the snow covers her with a light veil. At this moment, she was lying in the starry sand in the sky, sleeping quietly.

The mountains that were stacked on top of each other stretched to the junction of heaven and earth, and became one with the stars in the sky.

This night, Iron Slag had a dream, and there were few dream words......

"Old cow, eat...... Eat ......"

At this time, he dreamed that the old cow was eating the gerbil's buttocks, chewing it in a big gulp, which seemed very delicious. Lao Niu likes to eat gerbil butt very much, and every time the iron slag catches the gerbil, he will take it seriously, "Don't throw the gerbil butt later, I'll be anxious with you if you throw it!" ”

However, they later occupied a large part of the garbage dump, and the days got better and better, and the old cow no longer ate gerbil butts.

In this regard, Iron Slag was a little dissatisfied, and occasionally persuaded him, "Old cow, the taste of gerbil butt is actually quite good, don't waste it, come, eat a ......" This is not that he bullies people, but as a qualified gerbil hunter, of course he hopes that the fruits of his hard work can be respected. If someone else can eat his prey to the bone, it will be the greatest compliment to him as a hunter.

When the old man Tie was alive, he once told him that the fat content of the gerbil's butt was very high, and it must not be wasted. Although it tastes a little weird, you have to keep eating it. After eating it for a long time, you will feel that the strange smell is actually quite fragrant.

Iron Slag has always believed in the words of the old man. There are only a few sentences that I don't agree with, and this one about gerbils is one of them.

The old cow is often subdued by him, but occasionally the stubborn temper comes up, so he refuses to eat anything. In this case, the iron slag is not easy to waste, so I have to eat it hard. It wasn't until Lena arrived in Iron Mountain that he met a new friend, the old flute. This burden was transferred from Lao Niu's shoulders to Lao Di. Later, Dr. Narcissus went to the town to open a clinic and begged Lao Di to get a business license......

"It's not healthy to eat animal rumps." At that time, the daffodils were full of greasy mouths, chewing gerbil butts, and trying to persuade them, but usually to no avail.

Half-asleep and half-awake, Alice's hurried voice suddenly sounded in his ears.