Live Wilderness Adventure

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

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

After about ten minutes of planing, Yao Jun loosened his hands and collapsed into the cave. He stretched out his tongue and gasped, swallowed and said, "No, it's no good, it's too narrow, my waist is too narrow. It’s almost over, change people, change people.”

Hearing this, Jarret drilled out of the cave, pulled out Yao Jun, and Bi Fang took the headlamp and probed into the cave.

"How long have you been digging? It doesn't feel like a change. Dogs can dig faster than you."

Yao Jun bit off the glove and shook his hand: "It's really bad, the posture is too tiring, and the waist is stretched and the snow is pulled, and everyone is useless."

"Let's do it for me." Rob put on his gloves and drilled into the hole, and then Tenzing followed behind him to shave snow, and the snowdrifts in the hole continued to grow.

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

"It's easy to collapse if you dig too much." Bi Fang also sat beside him, took out an energy gel and sucked it into his mouth, the cold energy gel slipped into his stomach, and it didn't take long before he could feel the heat The limbs are always spread, and the stiff muscles feel much better.

Compared with energy bars, energy gels are more easily digested and bring heat to the body quickly.

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

"First of all, I have never built an igloo. Mohe was a snow hut. Do you understand? Snow huts, igloos, and igloos are three different things. The construction time increases in order, and the quality is also from poor to worst. Well, sometimes a good igloo can’t be understood for a day, a simple snow shelter may be enough for a few hours, but the simple snow shelter is built with tamped snow all the way, and the structure is of course more stable.”

There was no snow buried in the crowd, and it was still dry snow. It was not easy to tamp the surrounding area. If the interior space was slightly larger, it would easily collapse.

"Look at our place, it's round. The round structure is strong, like an egg, so it's so big that it doesn't collapse, and the eagle head ice **** is like a house beam."

Bi Fang raised his head. Under the illumination of the headlight, the audience could clearly see that the inner space was circular, and the eagle's body on the eagle-headed ice **** was carrying a large piece of snow.

"Hey, that means we are lucky. I don't know what happened to the others. It is estimated that there is more luck than luck."

Yes, eagle head ice slopes are not uncommon, but how many can hide below before an avalanche?

What's more, the size of the Khumbu Glacier is full of cracks, and even escaping has to be watched. Even if it is not buried by an avalanche, it is possible to fall into the ice cave.

Rob, who was digging a hole, heard the conversation behind him, and his movements couldn't help but slow down a lot, yes, what about the others?

His friend Fisher, who set off with the team, may only be less than 100 meters away from them, and the corresponding fates are indeed very different.

With a cross on his chest, Rob swept out the snow under him.

Hope God bless.

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

Fisher rested his head on the ice wall, breathing heavily, the hot air from his mouth spit out on the smooth ice surface and quickly condensed into frost.

Cold, unprecedented cold, the body is getting colder inch by inch, every breath means the passage of heat, the hypothermia falls on him, the sound of the watch can be heard silently in the crack, every minute and every second All life is passing.

"Cough, cough, cough."

As if his throat was blocked by something, Fisher coughed with all his strength, and the warm rust-smelling lump was spit out. He lowered his head, the headlight shone, and the black gloves were stained with scarlet. Thick blood clots.

Ten minutes ago, the avalanche struck, and everyone couldn't hear Fisher's command. They hurriedly untied the ropes and fled.

Unlike Bi Fang's team, the instincts of people in chaos will occupy the high ground, and even their brains are closed off from outside news. Therefore, Bi Fang didn't talk too much nonsense.

Although Fisher has rich mountaineering experience, he obviously has not experienced too many life and death crises. It is very difficult for him to remain calm. He cannot lead the people to escape the crisis as decisively and confidently as Bi Fang. The team members could no longer be controlled, and the instincts of everyone in the team were fully exerted, like a group of frightened rabbits running away.

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

During the fall, Fisher instinctively stretched out his right hand and wanted to pierce the ice with an axe to slow down his fall, but the weight of his rapidly falling body pulled his arm out of his shoulder socket, leaving a Pile of broken bone and torn soft tissue.

The fall stops with a crunch of bones.

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

"Probably dead," thought Fisher again.

He could feel his lungs go up and down, trying to **** the wind into his body, each gasp with a sharp pain.

Looking down, he saw that his legs were hanging in the air. He landed on an ice shelf suspended above the darkness, a pale blue-white halo over his head, and he couldn't move.

But for now, he's still alive.

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

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

Looking around, Fisher realized that he wasn't on a platform extending out of the crack, but a block of ice that had fallen from the crack and got stuck between the walls.

How long will it remain wedge-shaped in a moving, ever-changing glacier?

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

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

The simple action left him panting, and icy air spewed out from the depths of the glacier. He could already feel his body trembling, his fingers were icy, and he was soon numb.

He reached into his arms with his right hand and 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 soon.

Above Fisher, the snow was soft; air from the cracks condensed on the walls, leaving a surface of creamy consistency.

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

Fisher held an axe at eye level with his still mobile right hand, dragged his foot to the right, kicked the crampons into the ice, then used the same hand to go over his body and thrust the other axe as far as possible. on the far left. The pain in his body made him scream, but he had to endure it as he held the first axe, shifted his weight, and then grabbed the second axe with his right hand.

But when Fisher lowered his head, the headlight shone a deep blue, and the familiar figure in the light made him stunned.

"Withers, Withers, is that you?"

"Withers!"