my stealth fighter

Chapter 330
This night, Ron rarely slept on a soft bed, wrapped in clean sheets and quilts, warm and comfortable, and Gavin had already fallen asleep lying on the carpet beside the bed.

The air at the foot of the snow-capped mountains is fresh, cold, and dry, completely different from the air in the forest.

Ron was going to climb the mountain tomorrow. With such a good chance to rest today, he should have a good sleep to replenish his strength, but he was tossing and turning in bed. As long as he closed his eyes, the news of the crash on TV would appear in front of him.

He sighed, Gavin opened his eyes and looked at it, and saw that there was nothing unusual, and continued to sleep.

The time spent fighting side by side with the nuns in the Romanian forest seemed like yesterday, and today he received the bad news of the plane crash that the nuns were on, and he happened to come to the foot of Mount Ararat. What about the monastery on the hill?

Ron always felt that the air crash was not a simple accident. He couldn't tell the reason, but he could only say it was his intuition, which he formed in the forest with danger.

Of course, he also had a glimmer of hope that Catherine and the others did not die and survived the crash, but this possibility was too low, so low that it was absolutely impossible unless there was a miracle.

When we parted in Romania, he seemed to have heard that they were going to South Asia, but now they encountered an air crash in East Asia. He couldn't guess the twists and turns, but anyway, he had another reason to climb the mountain to find the monastery tomorrow. .

He was just thinking wildly like this, and finally the fatigue of his body overwhelmed everything, and he fell asleep.

the next morning.

He woke up to the smell of breakfast, and the sound of chainsaws sawing wood echoed outside the window.

Sergey and his wife not only prepared a rich breakfast for him and Gavin, but also prepared a large package of food for him to take with him when he climbed the mountain.

He had nothing to repay the couple for their hospitality, he could only thank them all the time and keep it in his heart.

After breakfast, he put Gavin on his back and said goodbye, and Sergei went out to see him off.

Sergey, with a cigarette in his mouth, handed him the case and asked him if he smoked.

Ron doesn't smoke, because the smell of smoke will give him away when hunting, and the prey will notice it.

"If I were 20 years younger..." Sergey exhaled a string of smoke rings.

Ron answered quickly: "I know, you will definitely go up the mountain with me."

Sergey laughed so hard that he coughed.

Yes, how romantic it is for men to go to the snow-capped mountains to find angels!
"Please stop." Ron said, the frontier was the national border.

Sergey nodded, "Come over again when you go down the mountain, I want to hear about your search for the angel."

Ron felt warm in his heart, knowing that Sergey used this method to express his concern, because Mount Ararat was difficult to climb and was very dangerous, especially since he was not a professional mountaineer yet.

"Definitely." Ron raised his hand and touched the brim of his hat as a compliment, and continued walking with Gavin.

Sergey was smoking a cigarette and watching Ron go further and further away. He didn't tell his wife that Ron came to climb the mountain, because his wife is a local, and the locals have always prohibited anyone from climbing Mount Ararat. Ron made an exception because... he was only half local after all.

Turkey did not open the border between the two countries, and Ron chose to cross the border by a very rough and difficult route to avoid border guards.

The long trek began, and the terrain gradually rose. He and Gavin sometimes walked through the woods, sometimes bypassed a series of alpine lakes formed by melting snow, and sometimes walked among the barren plateau Gobi.

When I was thirsty, I used the gas stove I brought with me to boil snow water to drink. When I was hungry, I found a shelter from the wind to eat the food provided by the Sergei couple. In the evening, I set up a tent to sleep.

After walking like this for a day, the mountain became steeper and steeper, and what's more unfortunate, the weather began to deteriorate.

Summer has begun in the plains, and spring is in full swing in the plateaus, but the cold wind is howling and snowflakes are falling on the mountains.

The clothes Ron wears are relatively thin. Although the leather jacket can prevent wind, it is not good at keeping out the cold. Fortunately, he has more experience in wild survival. heat loss.

Gavin followed him without a word.

He leaned against a boulder and looked up at the top of the mountain.

In the snowstorm, the top of the mountain seemed out of reach, and he didn't even set foot above the snow line for a day.

Where exactly is the monastery?

In fact, Ron also knew that there was little hope for his trip. Even if the monastery was indeed in a hidden place on Mount Ararat, it was a mountain after all. It might be located on the east, west, south or north slopes of the mountain. In any direction, the possibility of him finding the right direction is at most only a quarter.

But if he didn't try, he couldn't go back and face his companion's wife and daughter.

"Gavin." He knelt down and stroked the top of the pet dog's head, pointing to the way, "You go back, it's not easy to go up, you go back the same way, go to Sergey's house, and wait for me to go down the mountain."

Having been together day and night for several years, Gavin should be able to understand what he meant, and looked back along his arm.

"Go, go back!" He gestured violently.

Gavin didn't move, a rare refusal to his order.

"Disobedient? Bad dog!" he scolded.

Gavin whimpered, but still didn't move.

"Okay, you're not going, are you? Then I'll go, you stay here and sit!" He gave the order to squat, and Gavin squatted obediently.

He walked on, and after a while he looked back, and Gavin followed him again.

"..."

Gavin was so human that he even guessed his thoughts, knowing that he was going to venture up the mountain alone, so he had to follow him no matter what.

"Gavin... my friend."

He knelt down and hugged its neck and stroked it for a long time, and it rubbed its head against him vigorously.

"Yeah, it's just the two of us, let's die together even if we die." He patted it, no longer wanting to drive it away, and continued to walk towards the top of the mountain with a dog and a dog braving the wind and snow.

It's getting dark and it's very close to the snow line now.

He set up a tent to spend the night, and asked Gavin to hide in the tent too, so he didn't need to be on duty outside. There were no land beasts in this kind of place, and there could be no gangsters.

The wind outside was blowing through the tent one after another, the temperature had already dropped below freezing point, and the tent was as cold as an ice cellar.

He fed Gavin, and he couldn't swallow the food that was frozen like a rock. He ate some chocolate, and then got into the sleeping bag without taking off his clothes. Gavin lay beside him, cuddling each other to keep warm, but Ron was still freezing cold.

The situation is very dangerous. If he still can't find the monastery tomorrow morning, he can only go down the mountain. He can risk his life to go up the mountain, but he is not here to seek death. Even if he died, Gavin probably wouldn't go down the mountain alone.

But first we have to get through tonight, and it looks like it's going to be a very tough night.

In the middle of the night, the temperature dropped even lower, and Ron's head hurt. He might have caught a cold, and he started talking nonsense in a daze. In such a high altitude area, a cold can kill a person.

Gavin noticed the abnormality of his master, and barked anxiously. The sound of dog barking was mixed in the wind and snow, and drifted miserably in the mountains.

It got out of the tent and wanted to call for help, but there could be no other climbers on Mount Ararat, which is forbidden for idlers to climb.

At this moment, it saw a flash of white light in the wind and snow not far away.

It ran wildly and rushed towards the white light.

A few figures appeared in front of them, and those people were holding flashlights and emergency lights, as if they were looking for someone.

"Ah! It's a wolf!" A young female voice screamed.

"Wolf, what wolf? You have lived on the mountain for so long, have you ever seen a wolf? It must be a dog!" Another female voice said, "Puppy puppy, did you go up the mountain with someone? Take us to find your master. "

Gavin saw that these figures were all wearing thick cotton robes. Judging from their voices, they should all be young women.

In this kind of weather, women who can appear on the mountains are definitely not ordinary people.

Gavin couldn't care less, turned around and led them back to the tent.

Ron was in a daze, his eyes closed, and he felt as if the light was brightening outside.

Its daybreak?Is the sun out?

He tried to open his eyes, and saw several beams of bright light shaking.

Through the light, he vaguely saw a few figures squatting beside him, looking down at him.

"He seems to have a fever."

"It's okay, let me do it."

A warm and soft hand rested on his forehead.

Something, like a gentle heat, spread from the palm of his hand to his forehead, and swept across his body like a breeze.

A miracle happened, his head, which was so painful that it was about to split, gradually stopped hurting, and his body was still very weak, but he didn't feel uncomfortable anymore.

"Here, have some of this."

His head was held up, something was put to his mouth, and a spicy liquid flowed down his throat.

is wine.

The wine flowed into his stomach, and his body warmed up. Although it was only temporary, he still regained his energy somewhat, and the things he saw in front of him no longer doubled.

"Who are you guys? Are you angels?"

He saw that they were all young, wearing cotton gowns that looked like Catherine's nuns' gowns, and everyone's faces were filled with serenity and peace.

"No, we are not angels." One of them laughed, "Mountain climbers, don't go up anymore, the mountain is not a place for ordinary people to come, just go down the mountain at dawn tomorrow... take your dog .”

her voice...

Ron has never heard such a beautiful voice in his life, gentle and transparent, like a spring jumping between the rock walls, like spring rain nourishing the earth, just hearing this voice, his body seems to become as light as nothing , is drifting toward heaven.

He turned his head to look at the source of the voice. It was a girl who was younger than Catherine, with a beautiful and refined appearance, and an extraordinary temperament, just like an angel drawn by the top artist.

The only fly in the ointment is...

When he saw the girl's eyes, he was startled. It reminded him of those vampires in the Romanian forest, because her eyes were gray and white, as if covered with a layer of lime.

"Did it scare you? I'm sorry, my eyes are born blind." She smiled apologetically.

What?She... is she blind?
Although they were strangers to each other, when Ron heard that she was blind, he felt extremely regretful and heartbroken, as if he had witnessed a crack in a perfect work of art.

It's a pity, she is the most beautiful girl he has ever seen, why is it so unfair that God gave her a perfect appearance and a heavenly voice, but took away the light in her eyes?
"Put this bottle of wine here, don't sleep anymore, it's not far from dawn, go down the mountain at dawn, the mountain is not where you should come." She shook the wine bottle and put it by his hand.

They got out of the tent one after another.

"Wait a minute! Wait a moment!" Regardless of his initial recovery, Ron struggled to sit up and said, "Catherine! Do you know Catherine?"

They froze, and one of them asked, "Which Catherine are you talking about?"

"Catherine... Blazing Angel Catherine, are there more?" He gasped.

They looked at each other and got back into the tent. The blind nun asked, "Do you know Catherine?"

"I... I know her, I saw her in the Romanian forest, I saw her fight a vampire, I saw her four fellow nuns, I was there, and I know they went to South Asia ..."

Ron felt relieved, no matter what, at least this trip up the mountain was not in vain.

The blind nun frowned and asked, "You know Catherine, so you came up the mountain to look for her?"

Obviously, they misunderstood, thinking that he fell in love with Catherine at first sight, so they went up the mountain to find the lover of their dreams.

"No... I'm not here to find her, I'm here to find you..." Ron unscrewed the bottle cap and took two more sips of wine.

"Looking for us?"

The nuns exchanged glances with each other.

"Yes, I want to tell you some sad news. I hope you are mentally prepared." Ron licked his tongue. "The flight that Catherine and her five nuns were on crashed in East Asia a day ago."

"what!"

The nuns turned pale in shock and covered their mouths in disbelief, "Are you serious?"

"It's true." Ron felt empathy for their shock, nodded and said: "It was broadcast on the TV news, and there were photos of their passports. I only found out after watching the TV news, so I came up the mountain to inform you..."

"What should I do? Catherine, she..."

"Woo~ Poor five sisters..."

"The dean! You must tell the dean about this immediately!"

The nuns were in a mess, and they were all confused. Ron saw that Catherine's position among them was very important, so they panicked. One or two nuns even cried aloud.

"Sisters, calm down, I don't think Catherine will just die like this."

said the blind nun.

A strange thing happened. As soon as she spoke, the other nuns immediately became less flustered. Even Ron felt like a spring breeze. The depression that had been stuck in his heart after seeing the news the night before was swept away, and he felt much more at ease.

Her words seemed uncannily persuasive, and it wasn't the content of her words that mattered, but the sound of her voice itself.

(End of this chapter)