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Chapter 441 Frozen Ruins
The night passed quietly. After confirming the location of the supply on the fourth day, Han Lang led the team to change clothes, put on thick snow clothes, and put on a white snow camouflage suit, sticking to the edge of the snow mountain, where there was ice Advance silently.

Wireless silence begins.

In this area, they only have a low chance of being exposed when crossing the snow-capped mountains, because there are large areas without trees under the snow-capped mountains, and the bare mountains are easy to be exposed when traveling, and drones can see them.

But it must not be a large drone. The air defense capability here is not weak, and a large drone will attract missiles every minute.

Except for the ants and thieves who have not systematically trained in snow fighting and marching, even Sapphire also practiced surprise survival in the snow when Han Lang returned home, but the skis did not have time to train.

No need for skis here though, they're just walking through the area.

The distance is less than a hundred kilometers, roughly sixty to seventy kilometers.

It is expected to be three days, and the fourth day will arrive at the supply location, which is also the last supply. The remaining journey is at most five days, and they still have ten days to run out of food.

This refers to relying on self-provided supplies. The wild animal resources here are still very rich, and wild animals can be hunted to fill the food gap.

On the white ice, a group of people walked slowly like a lonely traveler.

During the march, Han Lang, who was at the head, suddenly waved his hand, and then the team quickly squatted down to defend. The guns came down, but the gloves were not taken off.

The aunt and the ant raised their binoculars one after another, looking at where Han Lang was looking.

There is the edge of the snow-capped mountains. There is no vegetation, and the mountains are yellow. It is easy to see the different colors on them.

It was a group of herbivores such as antelopes, perhaps approaching the edge of the snow-capped mountain because they were looking for a stream with flowing snow to drink.

Han Lang held up the binoculars to observe carefully, and confirmed that there was no one within a few kilometers of the surrounding area, and then reached out to grab the ants.

The ant quickly handed the AS giant wolf in his hand to Han Lang, and slid down the shotgun on his back.

With an M14 and a shotgun on his back, Han Lang made several gestures with his AS Julang in his arms, then bent down and walked several hundred meters away.

At this distance, if he wants to hit the target, he must use the M14, but the gunshots of the M14 will expose them, so it is safer to use huge waves, but it needs to be within 200 meters, and [-] meters is best.

Following Han Lang's gesture, Kuaishou and Gui Shao followed Han Lang with a huge wave in their arms.

The group of herbivores were strolling leisurely, unaware of the approaching danger.

After a few hundred meters, they approached quickly and reached the most sure range. Han Lang glanced around, picked two strong ones, and half knelt and raised his guns.

There were two gunshots, and among the herbivores in the distance, the heads of the two most burly heads sprayed out blood mist almost at the same time, and one fell to the ground and kicked with all four limbs.

The other animals were stunned for a moment, as if they didn't understand what happened, and the smell of blood stimulated them. They didn't know where the enemy was or what happened, so they just ran away anyway.

So, as the first one jumped up and fled, a group of herbivores immediately went wild.

"Move quickly!" Han Lang quickly put on the M14, lifted it up to search, and the giant wave was at his feet.

After hearing the words, Kuaishou and Gui Shao jumped up with their guns in their arms, and ran on the gravel at the fastest speed. In a short time, they came close to two twitching herbivores, and they simply cleaned up the blood on the ground.

If there are eyes nearby, they will search for herbivores if they notice anomalies, so it is king to get out of this position as soon as possible.

They are all white after all.

On gravel, it is difficult to leave marks.When the temperature is low, ice and snow will cover this area. When the spring is warm and the flowers bloom, after the snow melts, the snow water in the snow-capped mountains will flow, and all the fine sand and soil will be taken away, leaving behind gravel.

The two of them passed by Han Lang and went straight to Da Ma and the others.

Han Lang was the last to cover, and turned around and left after the two passed by.

It's just a hunt, and the battlefield tactics are still strictly implemented.

Auntie has already assigned people to search for dry grass and dead branches of thorns. After the young ghost and the other two rushed back, they took over from them and took the corpses of two herbivores that were no longer struggling and went straight to the slope above the slope.

There was sure to be a place to light a fire, and the meat needed to be grilled.

Except for Sapphire, Doodle, Magician, and Big Mom, the others quickly dispersed to look for burning objects.

They have alcohol, the solid kind, but that is for emergency, not for barbecue, and they can't roast so much meat.

Therefore, it is still necessary to collect dead grass and some small thorns and dead branches in places without snow.

The aunt led the way into the snow-covered valley, and stood at a crack where water occasionally flowed out. After confirming that the ice layer above the crack would not collapse and that the rock structure below was there, the campsite was selected.

More than half an hour later, Han Lang and his family entered the crack with a large load of withered grass and other burning materials, and began to cut the skin and guts of the meat, making preparations for roasting.

It's not dark yet, so it's not suitable for lighting, and the smoke will expose here.

It is much better at night. In the case of infrared, in this icy world, it is difficult to capture the weak heat source that drifts with the cold air.

The vigilance was handed over to Matthew and Sapphire. The second floor was for thieves and ghosts, and the others were busy.

There is only ice left here, and no footprints will be left, but we must also beware of adventurous tourists approaching, after all, it is too close to the root of the snow mountain, only a few hundred meters long.

In the midst of busy work, it was getting dark.

The bonfire is lit, the unworthy quick barbecue, stick the meat strips on the found rocks, use the flame to bake the temperature of the rocks, and roast the meat strips.

Although there is only salt, the roasted meat is not unpalatable. It can be used as a supplementary food, at least for a few more days.

The bottom of the cave is still covered with ice, but not all of it has been washed away by the current. Most of the ice in the crack has the feeling of a crystal palace.

With the heat source of the rich aroma floating in the night sky, it is not known to the outside world that the game feast is enjoyed here.

The aunt said while grilling the meat: "This is usually a favorite location for mountaineering enthusiasts. Maybe there are still corpses sealed in the ice behind here."

"Once pulmonary edema appears, it's normal to be unable to wake up after falling asleep." Kuaishou tore off a piece of meat and said while chewing: "The earth is getting warmer, and the snow-capped mountains around the world are shrinking in size. From this location, look at the landform below. Dozens Years ago, it should have been halfway up the mountain, and the glacier had disappeared at least a few hundred meters."

"It's worthless to have a dead body. What good things can climbers bring." The magician turned over the meat and muttered.

Han Lang roasted the meat he wanted to eat with one hand, and turned his head to look at the crystal ice wall. He was not interested in whether there were corpses here, but he was quite interested in this kind of glacier that has been around for so many years. After all, there is no glacier in Songjiang that does not melt all year round. exist.

Just as he turned his head to look at the crystal clear, shiny ice surface, Doodle kicked away a piece of ice that was beginning to melt due to the temperature, preventing water from flowing into the campfire and extinguishing the campfire.

The ice cube had just been kicked away, with the help of the campfire's peripheral vision, before he could look back, he suddenly let out a surprise.

Everyone looked at him for a while. Here, one should be vigilant for any disturbance, let alone surprise.

Before everyone asked, Tuya put down the barbecue in his hand and looked at the ground, that is, the rock, and said, "There are really traces of a campfire. People really lived here a long time ago."

"Let me see."

My aunt is the most interested in these things among all the people. Presumably because she knows a lot of archaeological knowledge, she likes to explore these things.

The graffiti got out of the way so that the light could fully shine there, and he didn't care.

The others, including Han Lang, didn't have much interest, so they didn't come over, and they were still roasting their own meat.

Just like the magician said, even if there are frozen corpses here, it is meaningless, because corpses can't tell stories, and even if they can, they are not interested in knowing.

Apart from the stories, the climbers would not have anything valuable to leave behind. At least for mercenaries like them, they had no interest in information about the dead except for property.

The aunt took a closer look, took out the flashlight, pulled out the dagger, and picked at the crispy ice surface with great interest, obviously wanting to know more.

Han Lang retracted his gaze, looked at everyone, and said, "Kuaishou and Doodle are in a group, and Ant and Magician are going to replace them on duty. Let them come back to eat something warm."

"Good head."

The four of them quickly swallowed the grilled meat, picked up the boiling water cups and put them on the ice behind them to cool down quickly, ready to take over the guard.

When several people were busy, the aunt picked off a piece of ice the size of a washbasin, and then picked something at the bottom.

No one pays attention to him, he is interested in it alone, and he really wants to study something.

Just when the four of them were about to pick up the post, the aunt suddenly said, "Boss, the people living here are not climbers."

"What do you mean?"

Han Lang turned over the barbecue and asked, but he wasn't really interested.

"Head, the burning thing is wood." The aunt said holding a piece of charcoal that had just been dug out.

Wood is a rare thing on this snow-capped mountain. Unless climbers carry it on their backs, it is impossible to find wood.

But that doesn't mean much.

"This piece of wood is not firewood." The aunt turned over and looked at the piece of charcoal that was only a dozen centimeters in her hand, with a solemn expression.

Ok?
After the aunt finished speaking, Han Lang and Doodle, who knew what chopping firewood was, turned their heads to look.

"This is a neatly cut board." The aunt said while checking to see if there were any other residues under the ice cube.

Hearing this, Han Lang stood up and walked over, picked up the charcoal and looked at it.

Indeed, this is not very thick, a board with a thickness of one or two centimeters, or the carbonized residue of a wooden strip, not a split wood for heating and burning firewood.

Doodle also leaned over to take a look, and said suspiciously: "Why does this look like a wooden board of a packing box?"

"It should be the wooden plank of the bullet box that is more accurate." The aunt said without turning her head while she continued digging on the thicker ice surface.

"That's right." Han Lang looked over and over, and said, "Grenade boxes or weapon boxes were packed with wooden strips earlier."

In order to prevent moisture, bullets have long been sealed with iron sheets, and there are also wooden boxes, but the boxes are also small iron boxes, and the bulk bullets are wrapped in oiled paper.

There are wooden sticks here, definitely not mountaineering enthusiasts, because it is impossible to carry wood fuel no matter what time, after all, it is cold, and the burning of wood is not as good as oil or alcohol, and it is easy to carry and the quantity is small.

Now the area of ​​the snow-capped mountains has shrunk. In the early years, this place would have entered the extremely cold zone. How long can wood last?
If the guess is correct, soldiers used to come here, and only soldiers will have wooden boards when they carry ammunition boxes.And the headquarters of Pluto they were looking for, or the important training base, there is snow mountain training in the confession, so isn't it really possible that this is Pluto's training ground?

"Go and change shifts." Han Lang put down the charcoal and waved his hands.

"Yes."

Everyone obeyed and quickly dressed neatly and walked out of the crack.

It's already very cold outside, and if you don't dress properly, you will freeze in two hours.

Without waiting for the sentry to return, Han Lang and the aunt each picked up their engineering shovels, bent back the shovel heads, and started shaving the ice like a pickaxe, trying to see if there was any other evidence to prove that there were troops stationed here, at least some soldiers had come.

Sapphire and the others returned one after another. Seeing that the two of them shaved ice without asking too much, they quickly took over the job of roasting the meat, turning over the half-dried meat strips while adding fire to roast their own food.

The working efficiency of the engineer shovel is still quite high. Because of the temperature, the ice here is already a little crisp, and it is no longer as hard as iron, so it is very easy to plan.The two dug up the big ice blocks to expose the rocks one by one, cleaned the ice slag stuck on the rocks, and looked for new clues.

However, after digging out more than one meter, the combination of rock and ice became stronger and stronger, but the traces of the fire on the ground gradually disappeared, and it seemed that it was out of the range of the fire.

Han Lang stood up, looked at the aunt who was cleaning the rock surface, picked up the engineering shovel and continued digging in.

After several times in a row, Han Lang suddenly stopped.

The ice sounded wrong, it wasn't solid, it seemed empty.

For him who often shaved ice holes when he was a child, he could hear the subtle difference in movement and sound, whether it was empty, whether it was very close to the water surface, or directly against the water surface.

The back is empty!
Han Lang raised his brows, turned his head and said, "Master Gui, come on, let's set off a firecracker. The movement should be small and the vibration should be small. Don't collapse the ice outside and bury it alive."

Young Master Gui swallowed the meat in his mouth, nodded after listening, quickly found C4 and the explosive thing from the backpack, walked to Han Lang's place in a few steps, and at the same time when the aunt stood up in doubt, he quickly cut out a small hole, a moment, bang There was a muffled sound, and they didn't even affect the sapphires on the barbecue over the fire.

As the smoke drifted away quickly, the three of Han Lang returned to the ice surface. Before the smoke cleared, Han Lang's eyes flashed, and he reached out his hand for a shovel.

Under the light of the bonfire, the flying ice crystals reflected colorful luster, and at the same time, a hole more than one meter high appeared in everyone's sight.

It was empty!
Everyone paused, swallowed quickly, and wiped the sapphire with their left and right hands to wipe off the oil stains on their mouths, and approached Han Lang with AS Julang.

Auntie's flashlight was turned on at the right time, and a beam of light shone into the cave through the floating ice crystals.

The moment the beam of light shone in, everyone's breathing was stagnant.

Inside, it turned out to be a portal!
This is not left by mountaineering enthusiasts, this is engineering on the glacier, this is a secret place, and it is not ancient.

Because the portal is made of iron, the age is uncertain, but it belongs to the product of the industrial age, and it is absolutely indistinguishable.

(End of this chapter)