Sister, you miss me

The base camp of Rongbuk Monastery is 5,000 meters above sea level, and the vertical distance from the top of the mountain is only 3,000 meters. However, that's not the calculation.

Based on the countless experience of predecessors and the way out, this distance is more than 20 kilometers.

The temperature near Rongbuk Monastery is almost minus fifteen degrees. The higher you go, the lower the natural temperature.

According to Yang Feng's thoughts, there should be snow mountains all the way ahead, but he didn't know it until he saw it with his own eyes.For example, at this time, there are pieces of rubble under his feet.

The cold wind howled, Yang Feng had to wrap his thick monk's robe tightly.

The turban should also be tied firmly so as not to be blown away by the wind.

It didn't take long to see a cemetery.

There are hundreds of tombs.Some are very luxurious with tombstones, and some are just piles of gravel.

No matter how high or low they were during their lifetime, they will always stay here and accompany each other.

Yang Feng analyzed the following reasons for the mountain disaster.

The first is insufficient oxygen, hypoxia.

The second is falling into the ice.

Furthermore, it was hung on a rope and trapped in the air, freezing to death.

As for Yang Feng, oxygen is not a problem, he can survive without oxygen.

When you fall into the gap, you should pay attention to this. Although your skill is good, it seems that your skill has basically recovered, but after all, one hand is missing and it has not been fully adapted.

As for the problem of hanging on the climbing rope, he has no such equipment at all.

The guide explained that going up the mountain is easy and difficult to go down. Many people have reached the top, but they failed to return and returned home.

Yang Feng never considered the problem of not being able to return. It was true that his body was severely injured. It was also true that he wanted to find a place to hide, but he never thought of death.

Crossing this cemetery, Yang Feng saw a small team 100 meters above, with lights flickering.

Although there is no dedicated climbing watch, you can follow the large group.

Today's ascending team can indeed be called a large army. When I was in the camp, I heard the introduction. Today, there are about 300 climbers every day. I heard that there will be "traffic jams" during the summit.

Climbing Mount Everest seems to be nothing so great anymore. Rich people can come and try it. With high-priced equipment and a large professional logistics team, they can basically reach the top successfully.

Then you can show off to the circle, take a look, this is a photo of me on the top of Mount Everest.

While thinking about it, Yang Feng saw a large tent with lights flickering. He thought that this should be the No. 1 camp located at 5900 meters.

The legendary horror glacier, the sky is pitiful, Yang Feng passed by easily.

However, Yang Feng knew very well that his costume could not be discovered, otherwise, he would probably be driven down the mountain.

Yang Feng flew past the big camp at an inhuman speed and left.

"who?"

"A ghost?"

"With so many people dead, ghosts are normal."

"The government should find a way to bury the dead."

"There are no ghosts, it is an illusion caused by your lack of oxygen."

After a long distance, Yang Feng vaguely heard the talk of the climbers, and actually regarded himself as a ghost.

After the first battalion, the altitude was over 6,000 meters, and the front was covered with ice and snow, the wind was stronger, and the temperature was lower.

Yang Feng felt cold on his hands and feet, and his face was a little numb, so he looked around and found a place leeward.

Yang Feng planned to eat and drink some wine, add some calories, and continue on the road.

Lifting his foot and walking over, Yang Feng stopped before he reached him, and there was a person lying in front of him, motionless.

With the moonlight, Yang Feng walked to the front step by step, squatting down to observe, subconsciously feeling the pulse with his hands.

She is a middle-aged woman, where there is any pulse, her body is dehydrated.

Yang Feng shook her head and checked her oxygen tank. There was no pressure in the two tanks. It was obvious that she died of lack of oxygen.

"We have to rely on oxygen tanks for more than 6,000 meters, so I dare to climb the peak like this. Is it really crooked?" Yang Feng sighed and started the idea of ​​using waste.

"I helped you settle into the soil for safety, and if you take something from you, it will be a reward for me."

Just do it. As a mixture of a doctor and a soldier, Yang Feng doesn't believe it and will not be afraid of something terrible.

Holding a climbing pick in his left hand, Yang Feng made a shallow pit for one person and unloaded all the equipment of the female climber. Then he threw it into the pit. After thinking about it, She found the wallet and various documents in her bag and buried them together to prove that she was not greedy for money.

Yang Feng didn't even look at the documents, he didn't want to remember the name of the deceased.

Female climbers are quite big, down jackets, down pants, hats, masks, sunglasses, and even boots are suitable, just like tailor-made for Yang Feng.

Hi, it feels warm all at once.

The altitude is displayed on the multifunctional climbing watch, which is currently 6400 meters.

Yang Feng took out the beef and mutton jerky, chewed a few bites, washed it down with kumiss, looked up at the clear bright moon and the five mountain peaks higher than the sky, Yang Feng grabbed a bite of snow and threw it into his mouth to chew, and then With pride, two words came out: "Hungry for beef and mutton, thirsty for Everest snow!"

There is also a permit in the female climber's multifunctional bag, but it is one year ago.Despite this, Yang Feng no longer has to be sneaky, he can swagger through various camps, even if someone asks, he can be said to be a single player.

In fact, wearing this set of equipment that even covers the eyes makes it difficult to identify each other and even their gender.

Yang Feng swaggered through Camp No. 2 and continued to head towards Camp No. 3, which is 7,500 meters away.

When the watch showed an altitude of 7,500 meters, Yang Feng felt a little bit stuffy.A little light appeared in his eyes, and it was a tent at Camp 3.

Yang Feng walked over, there were only a few people inside, and they didn't even think about talking.

Yang Feng leaned on one side and sat on the bag, closing his eyes to rest his mind, but actually meditating.He made an attempt and directly closed his nose and mouth, but the suffocation disappeared.

Yang Feng has a bottom in his heart, as long as it is not an oxygen-free environment, he will be fine.

After resting for about half an hour, at two o'clock in the morning, Yang Feng set off again.

At 7,950 meters, Camp No. 4, there are no fewer than 30 people here. It should be the final preparation before the summit.

Yang Feng didn't stop, bypassing the camp, suddenly in a hurry, and it was a large size.

This time, Yang Feng secretly praised that he had the foresight. When wearing down pants, there was no lining inside and it was naked.

He also studied the down pants, which are like zippered open crotch pants, and at the opening positions, the female climbers also put pads on them.

Yang Feng found a place leeward, about ten meters away from the camp. He slipped on his feet just after finishing the solution.

...

Qin Zhong stood at 6,400 meters, beside a new tomb.

It is not something ordinary people can do to dig a hole on the hard ground covered with ice and snow.

"This kid..." Qin Zhong showed a bitter smile.

He came with the wearer's full set of equipment, of course he didn't buy it himself. The owner of the equipment was sleeping in the camp.

However, Qin Zhong was Yiqi Juechen, leaving his teammates far away.

Finally grasping the clues, Qin Zhong's spirit was shocked and continued to move upward.

...

Yang Feng didn't close the zipper of his pants, and his feet slipped into the ice cracks, and then his legs.

This piece of ice is obviously not very strong, and it makes a rattling sound at this time, as if it will break at any time.

Yang Feng was in danger, his body fell backward, and his feet no longer bearing weight.Even so, a large chunk of ice still quacked and fell into the abyss.

Yang Feng moved back a few meters with his hands and feet together, and then gasped, his forehead and back were already soaked with cold sweat.

Convenience, if you lose your life, you won’t be wronged!This is definitely the most dangerous convenience in life.

The sound of the ice crack still alarmed the people in the camp, however, Yang Feng charged directly to the top like an okay person.

Standing is a problem in tenth-level winds.Yang Feng held the climbing rope in one hand and the climbing pick in the other, struggling to move up.

In the darkness, Yang Feng saw a figure hanging on the mountain wall, motionless.

After a closer look, it turned out to be a dead body hanging on a rope and floating in the wind.

It is 8000 meters above sea level.

Yang Feng shook his head and continued walking.

Two more corpses were blocking the road, one half lying in the snow, like a road sign, more like a warning sign.

Yang Feng glanced at the altitude, 8,200 meters.

Yang Feng knew who the corpse in front of him was. She was a celebrity.

At the base camp, I have seen the promo.

In May 1998, a 40-year-old American female mountaineer Francis Ancente collapsed on the way down the mountain due to hypoxia and collapsed 244 meters below the summit of Mount Everest.

"Don't leave me" became the last word Francis left to the world.

His husband never thought of leaving her, panicked and went down the mountain to ask for help, and fell into the ice cave.

Facing this celebrity, Yang Feng, like a foreigner, habitually raised his right hand. When he saw only the sleeve, his eyes darkened, and then he clicked on his forehead and chest with his left hand and said "Amen."

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the snow particles slapped and rustled.

The temperature dropped below 60 degrees Celsius, and Yang Feng felt as if he was not wearing any clothes.

With an altitude of 244 meters left, Yang Feng walked for an hour and a half. Fortunately, there was no traffic jam.

Many people may want to watch the sunrise on the top of the mountain, at this moment, he is the only one.

The summit of Mount Everest belongs to him Yang Feng alone.

Yang Feng didn't mean to take photos to show off. He sat down on the top of the mountain and cast his eyes to the endless distance. He sighed and began to look back at his 22-year life in this special place.

Holding his empty sleeves, Yang Feng never thought of death.

I have a wife, children, younger sisters, brothers, and a company with a group of employees who follow me to ask for food and drink. How can I die?

Life is still very beautiful, still very rushing.

His son's white and tender feet, round and round mouth, and Yang Feng's lips were slightly curved, showing his first smile in a few days.

Then, laughing out loud, out of control.

It's just that this laughter was just uttered, it was swallowed by the howling wind.

"Laugh again, it's time for an avalanche." A faint voice came into his ears.

Yang Feng suddenly turned his head, only to see a figure gradually rising, still 20 meters away from him, such a distance, such a strong wind, how did his voice reach his ears?

Moreover, it is familiar.

"You are..." Yang Feng stood up, his heart beating faster.

The man pushed off his hat, took off his mask, and the miner's lamp shone his own face so that Yang Feng could see clearly.