Chapter 440: 439
Galloping all the way, encountering high mountains and patrol teams, Ye Tian would stop and wait; there was no need to court trouble at this ti.
Nearly a day and a half later, Ye Tian arrived at the site of the last drug trafficker ambush. Just across was another country, and on this millennia-old snow-covered border line, perils abounded in layers; no one could know just how many landmines this country, which had once battled Huaxia, had laid along the border. It was said that clearing these landmines would be impossible for fifty years.
By yesterday, the car had run out of gas. In this place, it wasn’t just gas that was consud, but also the tires; following Ye Tian’s speed, the car would be scrapped in less than a day. For the remaining half-day, Ye Tian had co the distance on foot.
The so-called crossing of the national border seems difficult but also simple, it all depends on whether you have the guts.
Chu Tianying had given Ye Tian a map when he left, which depicted the crossing from the left side of the Himalayas’ frozen zones into Nepal, and Ye Tian still rembered Chu Tianying’s look full of anticipation.
The border line was long, and it wasn’t easy to fully deploy defenses along it, nor was it practical. You can’t expect everyone to watch the border line all the ti. Thus, the principle for border control by all countries is to catch the big and let go of the small. Tight security is applied to key areas, while those places that are less dangerous would have relatively fewer personnel. People get tired and can beco negligent. Who could climb up from a glacier area nearly a hundred ters high? This is a blind spot in thinking.
By the ti Ye Tian arrived it was already afternoon, and the sunset began to thicken. The biting sensation in the wind grew even more.
Chewing on a piece of chewing gum, he dug a one-man combat trench on the ground and laid in it for two hours. Although this was a glacial area, according to Chu Tianying, there would be irregular drone surveillance—if you can’t spare manpower, then you can only rely on such high-tech thods.
After the first drone surveillance passed, Ye Tian began to move. Chu Tianying had buried sothing in the wilderness ahead of the glacier, containing everything needed to cross the glacier.
The place was either wilderness or snowfields, with an extrely weak sense of direction. If it weren’t for Chu Tianying’s provided coordinates, he himself would have been concerned about being able to find the spot. Carrying a tactical backpack, Ye Tian began to walk toward the coordinates step by step, gasping for breath. Altitude sickness is not sothing a good physique can resist; even Schwarzenegger coming here would be out of breath, and prolonged vigorous activity would only lead to greater physical exhaustion. The ordinary people of the Tibetan area cannot compare; they are indigenous inhabitants born and raised here, and an altitude of four thousand ters is a trifle to them.
The three-step breathing thod—walk three steps, take a deep breath, then adjust the body—can effectively reduce the physical strain. Upon reaching the coordinates, he simply sat down. Two stones, a mani pile, should be the right place.
Damn it, what have I done to deserve this tornt. If soone is to live forever, it should be first!
Ye Tian cursed inwardly, but his hands kept busy, digging the ground with a folding military shovel.
After digging for a long ti, he found nothing.
Ye Tian was not discouraged; he didn’t have a GPS in hand, so a little error was inevitable. Anyway, he had already found the general location. At the worst, he would have to dig a few more spots.
The frozen soil was not only described as being solid from low temperatures but also as being troubleso due to the annoying gravel and broken stones, making it very challenging to dig. The frozen soil in this low temperature area was also a severe test of strength and stamina. When in Changbai Mountain in northeastern Huaxia, Ye Tian had dug one-man combat trenches as well. Novice soldiers didn’t know how to dig, and after hacking away with a military spade all morning, he barely dug a pit smaller than a washbasin, which earned him a thorough scolding from the company commander. He nearly got kicked.
Half an hour later, Ye Tian had dug eight large pits, but found nothing. This was really baffling, he started scratching his head. Yingzi wouldn’t have lied to , so why couldn’t he find anything?
He looked at the map again, compared the coordinates, and everything seed correct. Two stones, a… mani pile! Ye Tian suddenly turned around to look at the mani pile behind him.
That mani pile was quite large, indicating it had been there for so ti, otherwise, it wouldn’t have been so big. The mani pile is a symbol of blessing by the people of the Tibetan area. Here, stones are regarded as objects with life and soul, and passers-by would casually pick up a stone and place it on the mani pile. Over ti, the mani pile would grow bigger, and the scripture banners and Hadas wrapped around the stones represented beautiful wishes offered to the deities. These stones were both a natural part of the landscape and a spiritual sustenance for the people. Could it be that Chu Tianying had indeed buried things right here?
He sneakily glanced around; fortunately, it was February, and the bad weather did not attract many passers-by; there wasn’t even a single footprint in the snow, just a few claw prints from vultures.
Alright then, ti to dig.
Doing such an act indeed felt very uneasy. Ye Tian started to move the stones one by one, and also needed to use stones to weigh down the scripture banners and Hadas; the wind was strong here, and they could easily be blown away if not careful. Ye Tian was not superstitious about Huaxia’s Feng Shui, but he held reverence in his heart, for these things all represented people’s good wishes, and deserved respect. To put it another way, this was tantamount to violating people’s souls.
A large mani pile, seemingly massive, was much easier to dig than the frozen soil. He moved the stones piece by piece and set them aside. Underneath the half-empty mani pile, flattened by the scripture banners and Hadas, about two ters high, Ye Tian saw a black backpack. It was standard issue for the United States Navy Seals.
rcenary or not, he still goes for the Navy Seals.
Ye Tian sneered inwardly.
After removing the backpack, Ye Tian leaned on the mani pile and began checking its contents. Suddenly, he realized his buttocks felt a stone underneath. Ye Tian shifted his hips and pulled the stone down, unexpectedly getting scratched by sothing. He threw the stone away, revealing a key pressed underneath.
White in color, uncorroded. Unsure of the material it was made from, he tried bending it with force but did not break it; it wasn’t steel.
At a temperature of minus twenty degrees Celsius, general steel becos very brittle, especially for thin tal sheets like keys, they break easily. Ye Tian considered licking it, but fearing his tongue might get stuck, he abandoned the thought. Never mind, I’ll keep it for now.
He placed the key in the inner pocket of his clothes and continued to check the black backpack.
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