When several people's lives are hanging by a thread and practicing as one, there are advantages and disadvantages. The advantage is that stability is stronger than a person's physical appearance, and the disadvantage is that as long as a dangerous situation occurs, a series of chain reactions will be formed.

The old ghost and I fell down one after another, and then pulled Qian Cheng and the big man. Because the old ghost's fall had no warning, and my misstep was also passively contained, it only directly affected Qian Cheng's stability. Qian Cheng stumbled and wanted to hold us, but suddenly he was pulled forward by us.

The big man reacted in a timely manner, and when he saw that the people behind him had fallen, he hurriedly walked steadily. As soon as he lowered his head, he wrapped the rope around his waist again, and with one hand, he firmly grabbed the rope and connected us to one end. All of a sudden, it was as if it had taken root in the ground, and it stood firmly in place. It is in response to the old saying: walk like the wind, stand like a pine.

Just when the big man was steady and steady, the situation changed again: although the big man was full of concentration and great strength, after all, the weight of the three of us was still more than his weight. Moreover, he was not really standing on the ground, and there was a soft white snow under his feet. Coupled with the strong wind, the inertia of the combined weight of several of us is too great. For a moment, the scene immediately lost control.

Although the big man was standing upright, he was still pulled down the slope by a few of us. We kept picking up the snow around us, and the big ones were constantly changing their standing postures, trying to hold a few people down. However, the wind was too strong. At the moment, we are almost opposite each other and there is no one in sight.

In fact, at such a moment, we can choose to unbuckle ourselves. In this case, there will be no such chain reaction. But. None of us did that. Because the moment we connect the ropes together, we are connecting each other's lives.

In other words, if you untie the ropes, no one person will be weak. In that case, the situation is very dangerous.

At this moment, the big man at the front suddenly loosened. All of a sudden, I softened my strength.

I was shocked and screamed badly! Somehow, the big one fell, too. Even our most stable pillars have fallen, and this time we are going to fold here!

The big end suddenly let go, and the speed of our descent immediately increased. A few people, you are connected to me, and I am connected to you, just like this, "grunt, grunt" and rolled down.

In the face of urgency, I did not let up at all. It's about concentrating more and finding the right moment. Immediately chiseled the pickaxe in his hand into the rock wall beneath him. However, several attempts were unsuccessful. It's either that they can't hold on, or the ice and snow layer is not strong enough. Even if the tip of the pickaxe is chiseled in, it will not be able to withstand its own weight well. At the moment when it was just fixed, it rolled down again.

Seeing this desperate situation, the few of us did not give up, and we were all using our pickaxes to dig hard into the ground. I suddenly remembered the intention of the big man to let us hold the pickaxe in our hands, it seems. He still has a certain amount of foresight. It can be said that he is also familiar with this qiē.

Sure enough. The first to settle down was the big one. It may be that he has more strength, or it may be that he is more experienced than us. In short, he was the first to firmly chisel his climb to the mountain wall, and let the queen hang himself firmly.

Then came me, and I was the second to stabilize myself. In the same way, he also relied on the pickaxe in his right hand to hang himself. The other hand is firmly grasping the climbing rope.

The third person who fixed himself was Qian Cheng. He resisted himself almost at the same time as me. At the moment when he fixed himself, I quickly released the climbing rope in my left hand and grabbed him. Instinctively, he grabbed my left hand. Meantime. With the pickaxe in his other hand, he finally settled down.

The one who finally settled, needless to say, is the old ghost.

It is not known if he is out of form or inexperienced in this area. After a lot of effort, I finally gave myself a firm foundation. A few of us breathed a sigh of relief at this time, and finally picked up our own lives.

However, when we look at the situation of the old ghost, we are almost scared to death on the spot!

I saw that the old ghost's two legs were already hanging in the air, and half of his body was hanging in the air. In other words, if you stop half a minute later, or if you fall a little more, the situation may be completely different.

Seeing this, the old ghost didn't know whether he had stopped struggling with wit, or if he had already weakened his legs. In short, he was motionless below. Seeing that the three of us were in a hurry, they hurriedly pulled and pulled the old ghost up. Only then did the old ghost like a wilted cucumber pull it up little by little.

Fortunately, when we pulled the old ghost up, the white-haired wind gradually became much smaller. When we were fully established, the white-haired wind was completely reduced. In a few moments, it stopped completely, and the sky cleared.

Several of us were overly frightened and over-consumed, and we couldn't help but lie on the ground. Once again, I felt that I couldn't breathe, and I couldn't breathe. I couldn't care so much anymore, so I ripped off my mask and took a big gulp of fresh air.

The sudden release of my breath made me feel refreshed. Although the air was a little cold, I felt so refreshed and comfortable.

I turned my head to look at the others, who were almost as good as me, already tearing off their masks and gulping greedily into the air in front of them. It's as if you have been holding it in a closed and oxygen-deficient environment for too long and suddenly being let go.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the blue sky on the other side. It was a pure blue, a blue I've never seen before. It's so pure, so beautiful, it makes me feel like I can't stop.

Suddenly, I also understood the lifelong dream of many pilots, who want to dedicate their lives to the blue sky. Maybe it's out of this feeling, out of this attachment.

For a moment, I couldn't hold back the excitement in my heart and yelled at the sky. It was an incomparably exhilarating catharsis, and it was also a release of self-repression. When others saw me like this, they followed suit. The roars of a few of us, like hungry wolves in Siberia, echoed in the valley for a long time.

Among several people, only the old ghost suddenly let out a "woo" at this moment and cried loudly. (To be continued......)