"Qin Ye... I need to think of a way..."
Su Tang's voice was very soft.
He turned his head and looked at his wife beside him, whose figure was thin in the cold wind, but whose eyes shone with an astonishing brightness.
When everyone was overwhelmed by despair, she stood like a pillar of strength.
Qin Ye's Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice was hoarse.
"What method?"
Su Tang did not answer directly, but walked to the huge, wall-like ice and snow ruins.
She stretched out her slender fingers and gently tapped the hard ice, then tilted her head as if listening to something.
The old village chief, Batu, walked over with tears streaming down his face, leaning on his cane.
"Envoy... this is harder than stone. If we don't pry it open soon, the people below... I'm afraid... I'm afraid they're in grave danger... Do you have any way to save us?"
Su Tang withdrew her hand, turned around, and looked serious.
“Old village chief, we mountain folk have an old saying: ‘Listen to the snow to identify the burial site.’”
Her words successfully attracted everyone's attention, and even the crying subsided.
"After an avalanche, the snow and ice are compressed to different degrees; some areas are solid, while others are hollow. The sound transmission is also different."
Su Tang pointed to several inconspicuous spots on the ice wall.
"Use the sharpest pickaxe to tap these spots. Don't use brute force, use skill, like a woodpecker, tapping again and again."
"By observing the echoes and vibrations of the sound, one can determine where there are cavities below and where there might still be living people."
Of course, her explanation was only partly true; she had actually made it up on the spot based on geological principles and acoustic detection principles.
But the Tibetan villagers present had lived at the foot of the snow-capped mountains for generations, filled with awe for nature and deeply believing in some ancient legends and wisdom.
"Identifying acupoints by listening to snow? I've never heard of that before," a young man muttered skeptically.
"Shut up!"
The old village chief, Batu, suddenly turned around and shouted, looking at Su Tang with his cloudy but hopeful eyes.
"Your Excellency, tell us what to do, and we will do it!"
We have to try anything, no matter how desperate the situation is. We can't afford to give up on any hope now!
Looking at Su Tang's serious little face, Qin Ye felt both amused and admiring, but he didn't show it on his face and immediately understood what she meant.
"Everyone, heed my command!"
Qin Ye's voice instantly drowned out all the cries and noise.
"Young and middle-aged men, ten people per group! Divide into three groups!"
"First group, follow the directions this comrade pointed out and use the pickaxe. No one else is allowed to move!"
"Second group, prepare ropes and planks, ready to rescue people at any time!"
"Third group, on alert! Prevent any accidents!"
His shout seemed to give the chaotic villagers a sense of direction, and they instinctively began to obey his orders. The previously disorganized digging site instantly became orderly.
Su Tang gave Qin Ye an approving look, and then spoke again.
"I need to go upwind and check the wind direction to avoid the snow powder from choking the people below and causing secondary injuries after we dig it up."
This reason was perfectly reasonable, and no one doubted it.
She quickly walked to a corner away from the crowd's line of sight.
Once she was sure no one was paying attention, Su Tang had an idea and took out the directional vibration decomposition device.
She quickly switched the instrument to the lowest silent mode and pointed it at the ice wall in front of her.
"drop."
A barely audible sound.
There was no sound, no light, only an invisible energy wave that instantly pierced through the thick ice layer.
A few seconds later, the ice wall, which was harder than rock, had its internal physical structure completely destroyed and became as brittle as brittle candy.
Su Tang calmly put away the instrument, turned around and walked back to the crowd. All the people saw was Su Tang pointing to a corner of the ice wall.
At the same time, Qin Ye understood immediately. He pointed to the ice wall and gave the order to the first team responsible for digging.
"Try that side!"
A Tibetan man named Tashi, his face filled with sorrow, saw his wife and two children buried beneath the rubble. Clinging to his last hope, he swung his pickaxe.
He had given up hope of digging it open; he just wanted to use his last bit of strength.
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