[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off":3,"chapter-bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-149":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Bound to the Sign-In System, I Took Off",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2336203,4567,"Chapter 149: Wait for Rescue On Site","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-149",149,"\u003Cp>At this moment, they were four to five kilometers from Qitai Daban Pass, but over fifty kilometers from the military outpost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under normal circumstances, fifty kilometers was nothing to worry about, but with temperatures plunging below minus twenty degrees—nearly reaching the antifreeze’s limit—the road was entirely covered in snow, making walking utterly impractical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hastily finishing a relatively hearty dinner, everyone restarted the vehicles and returned to their respective cars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You should sleep in Su Wan’s car,” Xia Xiaochuan said, his face weary and his mood heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Xiaoxing shook her head: “It’s fine, not that cold.” No sooner had she spoken than she shivered uncontrollably, the dizziness from altitude sickness refusing to fade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then sleep in the back seat. Don’t worry about the car—I’ll keep watch.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the vehicles clustered together and covered by the tarp, there was no need to fear exhaust pipe blockage from snow, but the cars couldn’t idle indefinitely, so Xia Xiaochuan still had to stay alert.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The snow stopped silently in the middle of the night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one slept a wink; bodies exhausted, faces clouded with worry, hearts weighed down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The nausea, dizziness, and chest tightness from altitude sickness persisted even now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Zhou, no one will come through this stretch of the Xinjiang-Tibet Highway in this weather—we must find a way to reach the outpost for help.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the pickup truck bed, He Guang’s face was grim, his voice strained with labored breath: “If the vehicles can’t pass, we have no choice but to walk—otherwise, trapped here, the snow won’t melt anytime soon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Sihai’s expression darkened: “Fifty kilometers on foot? Can we even manage one kilometer per hour? That’s not realistic.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But if we don’t seek help, once the fuel runs out, the consequences will be unthinkable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of them understood this logic. Zhou Sihai fixed his gaze on He Guang, took a deep breath: “At dawn tomorrow, link the vehicles together with chains, remove the tarp, wrap it around the front of the lead vehicles, and push forward. Even if slow, it’ll be faster than walking.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s the only option.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Sihai turned to Song Shanhe: “What about supplies?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need to worry,” Song Shanhe shook his head. “We have enough water and food for a week.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good.” Zhou Sihai relaxed slightly. “We can manage, but the others—especially Xia Xiaoxing, Su Wan, and Tang Tang—won’t recover from altitude sickness quickly. We must reach the outpost as soon as possible.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even if we can’t make it to the outpost, we must get as close as possible—only then can my radio’s frequency reach them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the plan settled, Zhou Sihai returned to his vehicle, dozed off briefly, then woke again soon after.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, through fragmented sleep, dawn arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Aksai Chin desert at dawn was utterly silent, save for the whisper of wind over snow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As car doors opened, everyone stepped out one by one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a night’s rest, Xia Xiaoxing still felt headache and chest tightness, but they had eased somewhat, and the nausea was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gazing at the boundless white expanse, the thin, frigid air sent a shiver through her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, they lit a fire and cooked. Amid Yang Nian’s bustling activity, smoke curled upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ignoring the harsh snowbound surroundings, in such extreme conditions, having hot water and a full stomach felt like a stark, precious luxury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After breakfast, everyone sprang into action. Under Zhou Sihai’s command, vehicles lined up in pairs; the two lead cars had their fronts wrapped in tarps, then connected by thick chains, all moving onto the road.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The road here was gravel, but snow and freezing temperatures had turned it to ice, offering almost no traction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vehicles moved slowly. Zhou Sihai’s Land Cruiser and Tang Tang’s Land Cruiser led, pushing through fifty-centimeter-deep snow, inching forward. Speed was glacial—even after a few hundred meters, they had to stop, for the road had vanished beneath wind-driven snow, indistinguishable from ditches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without a visible path, progress was impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only solution was manual route reconnaissance—but that slowed them further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By noon, they’d advanced barely over a kilometer—slower than walking to the outpost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This left Zhou Sihai utterly despairing. He smoked cigarette after cigarette, draining his lungs until coughing forced him to stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s only one option left.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone turned to Zhou Sihai.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spoke gravely: “Remove the radio from my vehicle, carry a backup battery, and walk toward the outpost. My radio’s range on flat terrain is twenty kilometers—so if I advance thirty kilometers, I can establish contact and secure rescue.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They exchanged glances, silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long moments passed before Liu Nanzhou’s voice drifted out: “Then… who goes?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes—who? The path ahead was unknown; who knew what dangers lurked? This was a minus twenty-degree uninhabited zone. Even if one could cover thirty kilometers—which was doubtful—the cold alone was unbearable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How would they survive the night?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were no shelters in this hellhole. To attempt it would be suicide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, walking from now until tomorrow night wouldn’t cover thirty kilometers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This journey meant surrendering one’s life to fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence fell. Zhou Sihai understood. He instinctively touched his chest, reaching for another cigarette—only to find the pack empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sharp, throbbing pain pounded in his skull, forcing him to furrow his brow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m the team leader. I’ll go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At once, Liu Nanzhou objected: “No.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But realizing how absurd it sounded, she added quickly: “What kind of idiotic idea is this? Walking thirty kilometers alone in this hell? It’s suicide. No one’s going.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Sihai looked at her, shrugged: “What else can we do? Wait here for rescue or for the snow to melt? It’s December—impossible.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Guang shivered violently: “Can’t we go back inside to talk? Do we have to freeze out here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One by one, they returned to their vehicles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Sihai looked at Liu Nanzhou, smiled faintly: “Still worried about me? Aren’t you planning to divorce me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Nanzhou’s face remained stern: “I just don’t want Lanlan to grow up without a father. This isn’t about you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shook his head, unwilling to dwell on it, and picked up the walkie-talkie: “Song Shanhe said yesterday our food and water are sufficient—enough for a week. If we ration, we can stretch it to ten days.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fuel is still ample, supplies are adequate, altitude sickness meds are plentiful. Aside from being stuck, everything’s fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you joking?” He Guang said flatly. “At current consumption, each vehicle burns two liters per hour while idling—roughly twenty liters a day. Fuel won’t last more than five days.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Within five days, we must either rescue ourselves or be rescued—or we’re in danger.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Xiaoxing glanced at Xia Xiaochuan, then picked up the walkie-talkie: “Yesterday we didn’t leave this uninhabited zone. My family hasn’t reached me—they’ll send people to look for me. I think five days is enough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Sihai suddenly remembered: this girl who’d joined them unexpectedly was clearly someone with serious wealth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He asked quickly: “Xia Xiaoxing, are you sure? This isn’t a joke.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes. I’m sure.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Xiaoxing dared not contact her mother—or even her father—because her mother might be impersonating them. Her only contact was her cousin Zhongli. But Xia Xiaochuan was different—he’d been sent by her father to watch her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One day without contact was fine. Two days? They’d know something was wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knowing her parents’ nature, they’d come for her immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good!” Zhou Sihai cheered. “Then we wait here for rescue. We’ll treat it like camping.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People feared most the absence of hope. Now Xia Xiaoxing had given them hope—every heart eased slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the car, Xia Xiaochuan looked at Xia Xiaoxing: “In this hellish weather, how are your parents supposed to find us?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Xiaoxing smiled: “We leave it to fate.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Xiaochuan chuckled softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the crisis became a camping trip, everyone relaxed. They sat under the tarp, chatting, joking, eating snacks—finding unexpected comfort. When cold, they returned to their cars. Unnoticed, another night slipped in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a Land Rover Defender pulled up at the Dahongliutan gas station. Qin Yun stepped out—the icy wind instantly swallowed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn… it’s freezing!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this hellish weather, not a single shop at Dahongliutan was open—not a soul to be seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He finished refueling, rehung the nozzle, and gazed toward Qitai Daban.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow here was light, but in the distance, everything was white. Without doubt, the snow depth there far exceeded expectations—likely deep enough to block vehicles and obscure the road entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, how could an entire convoy be trapped?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked from the gas station to the roadside shops—barely a hundred meters, all makeshift: plywood, steel frames, even tin sheds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Signs were crudely printed: Sichuan Restaurant, Shaanxi Noodle Shop, Backpacker’s Home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across the road, the Chinese national flag flew prominently. Military markings were clear—undoubtedly a military outpost. A soldier stood guard at the gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hesitated no longer and walked over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldier had a pronounced high-altitude flush, younger than him, yet stood rigid as a stake driven into the ground, motionless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face showed no expression—until Qin Yun approached, then his gaze swept over him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Comrade, I need help.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, Qin Yun was led into the outpost’s duty room, where he met a duty officer his own age—calm demeanor, sharp eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They exchanged names. The officer was Sui Yang. Qin Yun quickly explained the possibility that Xia Xiaoxing’s convoy was stranded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sui Yang replied gravely: “Heavy snow fell two days ago, precisely along the Qitai Daban–Duoma Township stretch. According to reports from Tian Shuihai Outpost, snow depth reached fifty to eighty centimeters. No convoy has passed Tian Shuihai since then—so they’re almost certainly stranded near Qitai Daban.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation, he picked up the phone and immediately reported the situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, a Dongfeng Mengshi truck equipped with snow-clearing gear rolled out of the outpost. Three soldiers and their officer gathered at the gate—fully stocked with tire chains, shovels, entrenching tools, tow ropes, winches, and rations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Qin Yun and Sui Yang appeared before them, the lead officer’s eyes widened in shock—he nearly blurted out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just him—even another soldier recognized Qin Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sui Yang frowned, voice stern: “Speak plainly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lead officer, Cheng Da, glanced at Qin Yun, snapped to attention: “Report: I recognized this comrade beside the squad leader. That’s why I was startled.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sui Yang paused: “Mr. Qin… is he a celebrity?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No,” Qin Yun waved his hands. “I’m just an outdoor streamer. Maybe your guys saw me during downtime.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sui Yang turned to Cheng Da, who nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Qin, real name Qin Yun, is the number-one outdoor streamer on Douyin. He’s scaled Fanzi Cliff barehanded without protection, summited Yaomei Peak unprotected, crossed the Qaidam Desert alone…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheng Da rattled off Qin Yun’s record. Sui Yang grew increasingly astonished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although he didn’t know the exact situation, just from what Cheng Da had said, he could sense that Qin Yun’s physical condition was far from ordinary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He nodded, not pressing further on the topic, but asked one more question: “Is Mr. Qin coming along too?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go together—I’ll lend a hand. My car’s parked at the gas station; you go ahead, I’ll catch up shortly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, let’s move out!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, one soldier headed for the driver’s seat, Cheng Da slipped into the front passenger seat, and the other two climbed into the back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the engine roared to life, the aggressive, olive-green, extra-wide vehicle sped away from the military post, heading toward Qitai Daban. Qin Yun gave Sui Yang a signal, then quickly returned to the gas station, started his car, and soon fell in behind the Dongfeng Mengshi.\u003C\u002Fp>",1925,"2026-06-20T21:37:28.858Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","852eb795b1adb6366ff86ce096b3c86893bf8d48a5be446f4f5977291da41f9b","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-150","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-148",329,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-cover.jpg"]