Wheezing, Sonny took another step. I can't go anymore www.biquge.info this is the last step, I definitely can't go anymore, I can't walk anymore. But his feet moved again. One kick, one kick, one step, one step. He thought to himself: these are not my feet, they are already someone else's, someone else is walking, it can't be me, how can I not feel anything, I don't feel pain, I can't feel anything?

He looked down to see the clumsy and shapeless things, stumbling across the snow, vaguely remembering that the boots were deerskin, earthy yellow, but the snow and ice froze around them, making them irregular snowballs, and the legs were like two popsicles. I'm literally frozen into a popsicle, Horn, and it's all come true, like a dream.

No, it's not a dream. The snow never stopped, the thick snow had already reached his knees, and the hard crust of ice like white knee pads covered his calves, making his steps staggering and difficult. The heavy package on his back made him look like a hunchbacked monster, staggering in the snow. I'm tired, I'm so tired, I can't go anymore, God Namu is merciful, take me away, I really can't go anymore, I really can't.

Every few steps, he had to reach for his belt. In fact, the sword had been lost a day earlier, but there was still a short sword and dagger hanging from his belt: the wolf-patterned short sword given by Lord Kenny, and the steel dagger he used to cut meat. They were so heavy, and he didn't get a drop of water for a day, and he got up from the deep snow, and everything became very difficult, including...... Even the simple matter of lifting a belt. If you forget to lift it up, it will slip off and wrap around your knees.

He had fallen countless times after walking for an unknown amount of time, and the snow covered not only rocks and tree roots, but also sometimes frozen ground that hid deep caverns. The gecko stepped into a hole and never climbed up again, three days ago, or four days ago, or ...... He didn't even remember how long it had been, and after that, the Union Army's best climber hadn't come up again.

Wheezing, Sonny took another step. It felt like it was falling, not walking, falling endlessly, but not touching the ground, just going down, going down. It was so painful, cold and tired, sleepy and hungry, I had to stop, even if it was a short nap by the fire or something that wasn't frozen.

But he knew that if he stopped, he would die, and the few survivors knew that. After that avalanche, there were forty of them, or forty-one, maybe more, and less than a quarter of them crawled out, including the great con artist Steven, Lawrence and Uncle Sercy, Toller in Black...... But on the way, people kept getting lost in the snow, and the wounded were bleeding to death. Sometimes Sonny could hear screams coming from behind him, perhaps breaking his arm, perhaps breaking his ankle, and the sound was terrible. But he could not stop, he could not even care about himself, so whenever the sound sounded, he would start to run wildly, forty or fifty yards, running as best he could, so that those cries for help would be swallowed up by the wind and snow, and no longer disturb his shaky benevolence.

Wheezing, Sonny took another step. The long-term cold has long made him forget the feeling of warmth. After the avalanche, in order to lighten the burden of the wrap on his back, he wore three pairs of stockings, two underwear, a double lambskin jacket, a thick cotton coat over the outside, and then a cold armor, and over the chain mail he wore a loose coat and a cloak twice as thick, the cloak was fastened under the chin with a bone buckle, and the hood was turned forward to cover the forehead. He wore light wool and leather gloves, thick fur gloves, a towel that wrapped tightly around his face, and a taut velvet hat under the hood that covered his ears, which lightened his load a lot. But although the package on his back was lightened, he still felt very heavy, and after wearing so much, he still felt cold, especially his feet, and he couldn't even feel their presence - and just yesterday, they suddenly felt something, and it hurt, and it hurt so badly that it was unbearable to teach, let alone walk?

Today, every step made him want to scream. Oh no, yesterday, was it yesterday? He didn't know. He hadn't slept since the avalanche, and it should be said he hadn't slept well since the night before the avalanche. Unless it's while walking...... Can people sleep while walking? Sonny didn't know, or forgot.

Wheezing, Sonny took another step. Snow swirls and falls around. Sometimes it falls from a white sky, sometimes it falls from a black sky, which is the only difference between day and night. He was draped in snowflakes over his shoulders, like another cloak, and the snow piled up high on the package, making it heavier and more unbearable. The pain in his vest was excruciating, as if he had been stuck in a dagger, and he fought back and forth with every step. His shoulders were numb from the weight of the chain mail. He was bent on taking it off, but he didn't dare to take it off. Because to take it off, you have to take off your coat and coat first, and that ...... It's going to freeze to death!

If only I could be as strong as Horn...... But I'm not strong, and it's useless to think about it. Sonny was not as good as his father and brother, he was not short, but he had the natural delicacy of a wizard, and the chain mail was too heavy for him, and despite the layers of linen and cotton between the steel and his skin, it felt as if his shoulders were worn out. The only thing he could do was sob, and when he cried, tears froze on his cheeks.

Wheezing, Sonny took another step. If it weren't for the ice shell shattering under his feet, he didn't feel like he was walking. There is hardly any reference to be found in the falling snowflakes, on the left and right, on one side is a cliff, on the other side is a terrifying peak, and in addition to this, there are also companions who are also stumbling in the snow.

Faintly, he could even see torches, glowing orange in the snow. They move silently around, up and down, and mourn for those who have left it. He felt that he was chasing the torches in front of him, but unfortunately they also had long legs, and they were longer and stronger than him, so they could not catch up.

Yesterday, Uncle Lawrence finally lit the first torch, followed by Uncle Selcy, and Steven, Toller in Black...... Sonny wanted one too, and he had lit all the torches, but he couldn't hold them, he couldn't even carry his own salute, and besides, he was the protagonist of this mission, and his uncle, his guards, and everyone formed a circle to wrap him tightly in it to prevent the accident from happening again. "All of us can die, but you can't. Good boy, don't stop, don't close your eyes, climb up, it's almost there. Uncle Lawrence's voice kept ringing in my ears, sometimes close, sometimes far away.