If you haven't walked this road many times, you will not only get lost in the vast whiteness, but you will also lose your life due to various mistakes.
The Arctic's frigid conditions were created by the Creator to provide a place where evolution could pause on this ever-changing planet. The creatures here have their own laws of survival. Kronent respects this land and loves his work.
To be precise, he can find his own value in this job.
His son had accompanied him many times before, but the boy had already achieved something and was now working in the Federation's Department of Supplies, which pleased him greatly.
Who wouldn't want their descendants to have a better life?
Old man Te had a son late in life; the son was only twenty-one years old. He didn't want his son to accompany him into the desolate snowfield, so he decided to bear the loneliness himself.
He exhaled a puff of smoke and calmly gazed at the horizon. If all went well, he would reach the monitoring station in a few hours.
The old man clenched his fist even tighter.
At that moment, he had no idea what he was about to face.
It took a full eighteen hours to carry supplies from the command center to the front line where Guling was being observed.
The Arctic Ocean is blue, existing on this vibrant, warm land, far from the eye of the storm, making this white land appear exceptionally gentle. Clusters of ice crystals condense together, creating a breathtaking scene, where only vast expanses of white can be seen.
Over 4.6 billion years, the planet has clearly been divided into different regions, and whether it is desert or glacier, I think they are all gifts to civilization.
Every place has its own resources, and even the most desolate places will bear the footprints of humankind.
We love this land dearly and find it hard to part with it.
I saw the Arctic Ocean, the strait, the harsh winter, and the polar bear leaping with all its might on the ice floes.
Amidst the roar of the motorcycle, Old Man Te saw in his eyes a thin membrane space, standing between heaven and earth, forcefully recreating something on the planet that did not belong to humanity.
He squinted, finished this final journey of his life, and stopped the car.
Before us stood a space station that resembled a fortress.
Old man Trump firmly believed that humans would drive the invaders out of this land, just as he had driven away the vicious dogs by the garden, and that his son would live bravely like all young people until he grew old.
"Come out and receive the supplies, guys!" he waved and shouted.
At the same time, the thick hemp ropes binding the supplies were loosened.
It took him a lot of effort to untie the knot, and because it was so thick, the supplies were almost completely undamaged despite the bumpy ride.
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In the past, the young men would calculate the date, and upon hearing the sound, they would run out early to give him a hug, their faces beaming with long-awaited smiles.
But it's not happening now.
The fortress was deathly silent.
There used to be a young man named Ouqi who liked to sit in the corridor, quietly watching the snow scene outside the window, and he was always the first to spot him.
But it's not happening now.
Old man Te walked through the snow, tentatively taking a few steps forward, then climbed the steps and stood before the fortress gate.
Hey, where is everyone?!
He pushed open the door as he spoke...
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