Live Wilderness Adventure

Chapter 399 Survival

"Extend from here, and try to tamp the surrounding area as hard as possible, so that it is not easy to collapse."

Inside the pothole, Yao Jun followed Bi Fang's instructions to shovel the snow. Jarrett behind him threw the snow, and soon a small snowdrift piled up inside the confined space.

After digging for about ten minutes, Yao Jun let go of his hands and collapsed directly into the hole, panting heavily with his tongue out, swallowed and said, "It can't be done, it really can't be done, it's too narrow, my waist is too narrow. It's almost broken, let's change, let's change."

Hearing this, Jarrett got out of the cave, pulled Yao Jun out, and Bi Fang took the headlight and went into the cave.

"How long have you been digging? It feels like nothing has changed. Dogs dig faster than you."

Yao Jun bit off his gloves and shook his hands: "It's too bad, the posture is too tiring, pulling the snow with your waist straight, you are useless."

"Let me do it instead." Rob put on his gloves and drilled in along the hole, followed by Tenzin to shovel the snow, and the snow pile in the hole continued to grow.

Yao Jun took out an energy bar from his bosom, and while refusing it said vaguely, "Why don't you dig the hole bigger."

"It's easy to collapse if you dig too big." Bi Fang also sat down on the side, took out a piece of energy gel and sucked it into his mouth. The cold energy gel slipped into his stomach, and he could feel the heat in a short time The limbs are always transmitted, and the stiff muscles feel much better.

Compared with energy bars, energy gels are characterized by being easier to digest and bringing heat to the body quickly.

"I see that the igloos you built before are much bigger than this one, why don't they collapse?"

"First of all, I have never built an igloo. That time in Mohe was a snow nest. Do you understand the snow nest? Snow nests, snow houses, and igloos are three different things. The time to build them is increasing in turn, and the quality is also from poor to low. Well, sometimes a good igloo can’t be figured out for a day, and a simple snow house may be enough for a few hours, but the simple snow house is built with compacted snow throughout, and the structure is of course more stable.”

Everyone is not buried in snow, and it is still dry snow. It is not easy to compact the surrounding circle, and the inner space is slightly larger, and it is easy to collapse.

"Look at our place, it's circular. The circular structure is as strong as an egg, so it's so big that it doesn't collapse. Moreover, the Eagle's Head Ice Slope is supported like a house beam."

Bi Fang raised his head, and under the illumination of the headlights, the audience could clearly see that the inner space was in a circle, and the eagle-headed eagle body of the eagle-headed ice slope carried a large amount of snow.

"Hey, it means that we are lucky. I don't know what happened to the others. It's probably more or less auspicious."

Yes, although Eagle Head Ice Slope is not uncommon, how many people can hide under it before the avalanche?

What's more, the Khumbu Glacier is full of cracks, big and small, and you have to watch out even if you are escaping. Even if you are not buried by an avalanche, you may fall into the ice cave, and you are close to death.

Rob, who was digging a hole, heard the conversation behind him, and couldn't help but move a lot slower. Yes, what about the others?

My good friend Fisher set off with the team, maybe only less than a hundred meters behind them, and the corresponding fate was indeed very different.

Making a sign of the cross on his chest, Rob swept out the snow under his body.

God bless.

In the dark ice cave, a figure curled up and trembled.

Fisher rested his head on the ice wall and took a deep breath. The hot air in his mouth spewed out on the smooth ice surface, and quickly condensed into frost.

Cold, unprecedented cold, the body is cooling down inch by inch, every breath means the loss of heat, the loss of temperature befalls him, the sound of the watch ticking can be heard silently in the crack, every minute and every second All life is passing.

"Cough cough, cough cough."

His throat seemed to be blocked by something, Fisher coughed out with all his strength, spit out warm and rusty lumps, lowered his head, under the light of the headlamp, the black gloves were covered with scarlet Viscous blood clots.

Ten minutes ago, the avalanche struck, and the crowd could not hear Fisher's command, so they hurriedly untied the ropes and fled in all directions.

Unlike Bi Fang's team, the instincts of people in chaos will occupy a high ground, and even the brain is closed to isolate outside information, so Bi Fang didn't talk nonsense, stretched out his hand to grab the rope and directly replaced them with the strongest means to think.

Although Fisher has rich mountaineering experience, he obviously has not experienced too many life-and-death crises. It is not easy for him to keep calm. He cannot lead the people to escape the crisis decisively and confidently like Bi Fang. He couldn't control the team members anymore, everyone's instincts in the team were fully exerted, and they ran away like a group of frightened rabbits.

In desperation, Fisher could only run for his own life, but before he ran far, the ground under his feet gave way, and his whole body fell into darkness, and then Fisher's face was smashed to the ground.

During the fall, Fisher instinctively stretched out his right hand, intending to stab the ice with an ax to slow down his falling speed, but the weight of his rapidly falling body pulled his arm out of the socket of his shoulder, leaving behind a A pile of broken bone and torn soft tissue.

The fall stopped with the crunch of bones.

"I'm going to die," Fisher thought.

"Probably dead," Fisher thought again.

He could feel his lungs rising and falling, trying to draw the wind into his body, and every gasp brought a sharp pain.

Looking down, he found his legs were hanging in mid-air. He landed on an ice shelf suspended above the darkness, a pale blue-white halo overhead, unable to move.

But for now, he's alive.

The existence of the left hand has completely disappeared, not only that, but many ribs may have been broken, and the ghost knows how deep this crack is.

Now his biggest wish is to drink a cup of hot coffee.

Looking around, Fisher realized that he was not on a platform extending from a crack, but a block of ice that had fallen through the crack and got stuck between the walls.

How long will it remain wedge-shaped amidst the ever-moving, ever-changing glacier?

Fisher swayed slightly, testing his limits, a burst of severe pain spread throughout his body, making him dizzy, and every breath was excruciatingly painful. He touched his face and found that the wounds on his eye sockets and forehead were frozen, and the blood stopped temporarily.

It took Fisher nearly ten minutes to straighten himself and wriggle to a safe perch on the ice.

The simple movement left him panting as icy air gushed out from the depths of the glacier. He could already feel his body trembling, his fingers were freezing, and soon became numb.

Stretching his right hand into his bosom, he took out his phone.

no signal.

The snow is too thick, or the cracks are too deep, and the mobile phone has no signal.

It is impossible to wait for rescue. In the current state, he will freeze to death or fall to death in a short time.

Above Fisher's head, the snow was soft; the air in the cracks condensed on the walls, leaving a surface with a creamy consistency.

The crack was about two and a half meters wide, but Fisher looked to the right and saw that the crack on the left seemed to be narrowing. If he's lucky, it might be narrow enough for him to "chimney" his way up, or get stuck in the crack and climb up with just one hand.

With his still-moving right hand, Fisher held an ax at eye-level, shuffled his feet to the right, kicked his crampons into the ice, and with the same hand crossed his body to swing the other ax as far as possible. placed on the far left. When he held the first ax, shifted his weight, and then grabbed the second ax with his right hand, the pain in his body made him scream, but he could only endure it.

But when Fisher lowered his head, the headlights illuminated a deep blue, and he was stunned by the familiar figure in the light.

"Withers, Withers, is that you?"

"Withers!"