Ti seed to freeze here.
But when a soldier rushed into the camp with freshly gathered firewood, what he saw in front was the old platoon leader quietly leaning against the fire, smiling as if he were asleep.
The firewood in the soldier’s hands fell onto the snow.
A heart-wrenching wail pierced through the ice and snow, awakening the broadcaster:
"Leader——"
The broadcaster snapped back to reality and rushed over as well.
Looking on in disbelief.
The firelight reflected on his exposed arms, covered with frostbite, which would never feel pain again; the old platoon leader was clearly close to the fire.
Yet he had frozen to death....
....
Still within the live broadcast room of climbing Snow Mountain.
As the broadcaster at the forefront of the main forces, he discovered a special corpse at this mont.
This corpse was a scout who paved the way for the main forces.
The body of this soldier had already beco a solidified ice sculpture, with arms stretched forward, fingers deeply embedded in the cotton coat on his chest, as if in the final mont of life, he was desperately trying to get sothing out.
Several soldiers with reddened eyes stepped forward, wanting to lift him from the snow for burial.
But when their hands touched his frozen body, a hard object slipped from the scout’s embrace.
A vivid red Party certificate stained with ice shards, and a silver coin pressed beneath the certificate.
The bullet screen suddenly froze.
The writing on the Party certificate had been blurred by snowlt, but the words "Party mber" were still clearly discernible, and the smooth surface of the repeatedly touched certificate evidenced how much its owner cherished it.
Taking it out often and touching it again and again.
In a daze.
In the minds of Blue Star’s netizens, it was as if they could see in that black night among the blizzards.
The scout at the end of his life, using his last ounce of strength to reach into his embrace, only wanting to touch once more the thing more important than life itself....
....
In another live broadcast room.
In the blizzard.
Six n covered in icicles took turns carrying the comatose severely wounded, their leggings long soaked with blood.
The stretcher team climbing the snow mountain took turns carrying their heavily wounded comrades, with so soldiers already sick and coughing blood, yet they continued to persist forward....
....
Next door.
In the live broadcast room of the propaganda team mbers.
The sound of clappers penetrated the wind and snow.
Two female warriors with braided pigtails, encouraging the troop on the edge of the team.
The tall female warrior’s cotton coat was covering the injured on the stretcher; however, the sound of boosting morale grew weaker and weaker, eventually collapsing into the snow....
....
Scenes of climbing the snow mountain were quickly edited together.
Posted in the official forum of Polestar, and quickly spread around.
Within a few hours, the post’s click count surpassed one hundred million, soon climbing to the top of Federation Headline.
Clearly just a day’s storyline, but the impact it delivered was unimaginable.
The quartermaster who handled logistics yet froze to death.
The cook squad leader who managed food yet died beside the pot.
The scout for the main forces, in the end, only wanting to touch that matter more important than life.
Stretcher bearer, female propaganda team mber....
Each scene impacted the hearts of Blue Star’s netizens.
Irrelevant to other matters.
Just the ntal impact of this storyline alone already struck most Blue Star People.
The discussions sparked by the Long March lasted long and did not stop.
Yet due to such a spirit of dedication and sacrifice in the story, so Blue Star People felt it was too exaggerated and voiced doubts about how anyone could possess such a spirit of dedication.
Especially the mont when the quartermaster froze to death yet still maintained distributing cotton coats.
This made many Blue Star People believe it was too untrue, such things couldn’t possibly happen, nor could anyone possess such a selfless spirit.
Never having experienced such events, many on Blue Star remained skeptical of the Red Army’s spirit, but those who had dived into the ga and experienced all the hardships of this force naturally wouldn’t agree.
For a while.
Argunts erupted, neither side giving in.
After a few days.
Another post shot to the top spot on Polestar’s official forum.
"’Immortal Soldiers’—The Shock from the Foot of Jiajin Mountain"
The video in the post wasn’t a scene of climbing the snow mountain.
Instead, it was from the perspective of a player who, due to poor preparation, did not join the Red Army before climbing the snow mountain and prepared to leave from the foot of Jiajin Mountain, the view passing over a small town there.
Yet unexpectedly overheard a few locals wrapped in heavy cotton coats discussing outside their hos:
"Did they really make it over?"
"That’s ’Immortal Mountain’ after all.....In past years, even dicine collectors dared not climb up at this ti, and if they went up....could so many of them really make it over?"
"Immortal soldiers, truly immortal soldiers...."
The cara turned.
The player was already walking towards the town’s outskirts, and upon reaching the small shrine at the town’s exit, several elders were burning paper.
But as the view focused.
You could see that the yellow paper wasn’t inscribed with ancestors’ nas but scrawled with wobbly "Red Army Safe".
An elder with a gray beard, burning the paper money, sighed suddenly:
"I’ve lived 60 years, and I’ve never seen soldiers like these."
With trembling hands, from his embrace, he pulled out sothing wrapped in clean cloth, revealing half a piece of hardened bread after opening it:
"The other day, that Red Army girl, even when she was so hungry that she couldn’t move, gave this."
"That girl had a pair of clappers tucked in her belt, smiling at everyone...."
The player on this end couldn’t bear it anymore and quickened their steps to leave.
And watching the video, the people of Blue Star fell silent.
Red Army female warrior, clappers....
The old man’s tale of that girl who smiled at everyone, the clapper sound that encouraged friends to persevere until the end, had already fallen on the snow mountain.
The viewing player sped up their steps to leave.
But it’s imaginable.
In this small town, the heroism of the Red Army will be talk for decades to co.
Not just because they crossed that impossible snow mountain.
But also because they had never seen such soldiers.
...
...
One week later.
In the Awakening Era section of the forum.
The aftereffects of climbing the snow mountain were still ongoing.
And soone had already triggered a new story, only this one, from the very first scene, directly struck Blue Star’s netizens with thunder....
It was a post on the Polestar forum.
The video in the post being from the perspective of a player.
At the start of the video, the player introduces how, after crossing the snow mountain and following a period of rest, the Red Army was now preparing to cross the grasslands.
Just then, a sudden furious roar was heard:
"Damn it! This Li... what else is he not daring to do!"
"I’ll damn well kill him!!!"
Beside him, the chief of staff chased and advised:
"Don’t say that; maybe there’s a reason."
"If not, just demote him to cook squad leader."
The two Red Army officials walked further away.
But that furious voice could still be faintly heard:
"Who the hell cares about a reason!"
"It’s all about fighting battles, what else!"
"You pamper him too much!"
"Today I must...."
Reviews
All reviews (0)