Chapter 156: 6-Hour Race Against Death

Leaving the military station, as he advanced further, the outline of the station vanished quickly in the snowstorm. Qin Yun then reopened the drone and released the two million people.

"Finally out—only you, Brother Qin, if anyone else did this, I'd have left long ago."

"666, we watched a full hour of black screen."

"Only Brother Qin could pull this off."

"Did you hear what that soldier Xiao from the station said earlier?"

"Of course we heard—he got a last-minute mission."

"From the military station to the Quanshui Lake checkpoint—that's the Dead Man's Gully—the total distance is ninety kilometers. With six hours, you only need an average speed of fifteen kph. That's not fast for me, so I think I'll arrive around eight o'clock without issue."

"Plus, after eating the caterpillar fungus stewed snow chicken, I feel full of energy. Let's pick up the pace—DJI, drop the BGM!"

"Boom—"

A thunderous electronic track blasted out of the livestream; the camera cut, and Qin Yun accelerated again.

Southeast of the Tianshuihai military station, this area was covered in fresh snow, so the snow depth wasn't as extreme as before, and the national highway's path was still visible.

Thus, he didn't need to guess the highway's location—he could see it clearly at a glance. He simply followed the highway and glided freely.

As long as no accidents occurred, he could deliver the medicine safely to the checkpoint.

But…

After advancing seven or eight kilometers, the sky and earth suddenly changed—white wind erupted.

The world turned blinding white; visibility collapsed. He couldn't see the road or the horizon. Gales hurled snowflakes at him at over ten meters per second, striking his body with a sharp, crackling din.

Most critically, the wind drastically slowed his speed on the snowboard.

He had to devote most of his focus to stabilizing the board—any slip could throw him off the highway.

If he crashed into a rock, any broken bone would mean a gruesome outcome.

Then he wouldn't just fail to deliver the medicine—he'd need rescue himself.

So he moved with extreme caution.

His speed dropped instantly from thirty to under ten.

In this hellish weather, even the drone couldn't fly—he had to retract it and rely solely on AI editing to switch between his motion cameras for the livestream.

"Fucking hell, my luck's terrible—this white wind came out of nowhere!"

He lowered his center of gravity, trying to minimize wind impact. One foot on the snowboard, one on the ground, each push required every ounce of his strength.

"Sss… just watching makes me shudder—Brother Qin, hold on!"

"Holy shit, Brother Qin's a real man—this is insane."

"Fearless against wind and snow—what's there to fear?"

"Ali gives the streamer a Carnival—Brother Qin is awesome."

"The Emperor gives the streamer five Carnivals—no wonder he's Brother Qin, that's power."

He no longer glanced at the screen, pushing forward through the storm. The wind and snow seemed to conspire against him—finally, even his vision failed; his visible range shrank to less than two meters.

"I can't stop—if I stop, my boot soles and snowboard base will freeze solid instantly. I must keep moving."

Qin Yun was helpless—no one in their right mind would expend so much energy in such extreme weather. But if he didn't move, as he said, he'd freeze. Once frozen, removing the gear would be nearly impossible.

So even as his speed dropped again and again, slower than walking, he had to keep going.

Minus thirty degrees Celsius wasn't a joke.

It was colder than at Yaomei Peak, and here the altitude exceeded five thousand meters.

In this white wind, every breath was precious for an ordinary person. Only his Sherpa adaptation let him ignore high-altitude hypoxia, letting him focus solely on visible obstacles.

He trudged forward, panting, for over an hour. Near three o'clock, his vision brightened—the endless white wind finally began to weaken.

"Great—the wind's shifting. It might pass me soon."

Qin Yun slid sideways, advanced a bit more, and finally spotted a boundary marker. He approached, examined it, and let out a bitter laugh.

"Friends, over an hour has passed since leaving Tianshuihai military station—I've only covered ten kilometers. I still have fifty kilometers to the Xinjiang-Tibet border."

Comments:

"Watching exhausts me—imagine how tired Brother Qin is."

"Finally the wind's easing—now we can speed up again."

"Hope the rest goes smoothly."

"Don't jinx it—no telling what's next."

"This is only day one—Qin Yun has to reach Shiquanhe in twelve days."

After sliding further, he finally exited the white wind's zone—the snowstorm returned to normal, and visibility restored.

Along the highway, endless white stretched ahead; snow depth now reached over forty centimeters.

He released the drone again, first capturing a wide aerial shot, then zooming in on his face.

"In an hour and a half, I've only covered ten kilometers—my speed is severely behind. I must accelerate. For the rest of the journey, I'll focus entirely on speed—please understand."

After speaking, Qin Yun took out rations from his backpack and replenished his energy with water from his thermos.

"In this environment, what do you think is the most dangerous thing?"

Qin Yun ate while chatting.

"Can't see the ground?"

"Losing balance and falling?"

"Low temperature?"

Qin Yun nodded: "Yes—low temperature. You've seen—I'm wrapped head to toe. This isn't because I'm cold-sensitive—it's because outside temperature is minus thirty degrees. Exposed skin freezes instantly."

"Most importantly, exposed skin loses temperature sensation—hypothermia strikes without warning. So warmth is critical. Hypothermia here is the most terrifying, most lethal threat. If you get it here, you die."

After replenishing his energy, Qin Yun chatted briefly, then set off again.

This time, with no white wind blocking him, his speed increased.

He crouched nearly halfway on the snowboard, hands pressed against his hips, lowering his center of gravity and accelerating continuously. When he hit thirty kph, he stopped accelerating, maintaining that speed as he sped forward.

Paired with the drone's BGM, the scene radiated irresistible allure.

Any stranger entering this livestream would be instantly hooked, unable to leave.

That was the addictive power of Qin Yun's livestream.

The rest of the journey proceeded with unbelievable smoothness—two hours passed without a single hiccup.

Most importantly, as he neared the Xinjiang-Tibet border, the wind weakened and the snow stopped. When he reached the Xinjiang-Tibet boundary marker, the world ahead was no longer white—it was a vast expanse of yellow-green highland mountains.

Before and behind him, it felt like two entirely different worlds.

"Ssshh—"

Qin Yun executed a sharp carve, spraying snow everywhere, and stopped before the Xinjiang-Tibet boundary marker.

Beyond this point lay Tibet. The Quanshui Lake checkpoint was now less than thirty kilometers away—but without snow to glide on, he had to walk. His speed would plummet drastically.

"From Tianshuihai military station to the Xinjiang-Tibet border—sixty kilometers took me three and a half hours. Only two and a half hours remain to cover thirty kilometers. That's nearly impossible for me."

Qin Yun's expression turned grim—he had little confidence in the road ahead.

Not even the world marathon record holder could cover thirty kilometers here in two and a half hours.

Because this was a five-thousand-meter plateau.

"Then what do we do? From Xiao's tone, it's urgent—someone might die."

"Thirty kilometers—wouldn't a bicycle help?"

"Brother Qin has nothing but his snowboard—he's got to walk."

"Nervous—what will Brother Qin do?"

Qin Yun continued: "Though nearly impossible, I must do it—this concerns our soldiers' lives. Even if I can't, I must. Fortunately, my stamina is still strong. Running thirty kilometers isn't a problem for me."

Sui Yang, who had been watching Qin Yun's livestream, was now on satellite call with Xiao Guoquan at Tianshuihai military station.

"Xiao, Qin Yun has entered the Xinjiang-Tibet border—what's the situation there?"

Xiao Guoquan replied: "It's not good—the wounded can't move, but the vehicle's already out. They didn't expect Qin Yun to arrive this fast."

"Good—that still gives us time." Sui Yang exhaled slightly. "Qin Yun plans to run the rest. I'll tell him in the comments—he doesn't need to rush."

"Thanks, I appreciate it."

After hanging up, Sui Yang immediately instructed Cheng Da to reply in the comments.

But by the time Cheng Da posted, Qin Yun had already launched his drone—one wide shot, one side view—so he didn't see the comment.

"Brothers, let's run!"

As soon as he spoke, Qin Yun tightened his backpack and moved.

Along the highway, he sprinted toward the distance.

"Run with the wind—freedom's the direction… Chase the power of thunder and lightning…"

Accompanied by Yuchuan's "Run," Qin Yun set off again.

Everyone who saw this was moved.

Many viewers even wished they could run alongside Qin Yun—to feel the icy wind, to feel the plateau's hypoxia.

Luckily, Qin Yun didn't see it—otherwise he'd have said: "You've eaten too much."

He ran for twenty minutes before stopping—up ahead, a military truck, covered in dust, raced toward him at high speed.

Qin Yun panted, pulled the drone down. Cheng Da, seeing this, immediately posted again.

Seeing Cheng Da's comment, Qin Yun: "Huh… huh… I saw it. Perfect—if not, I wouldn't have been sure I could deliver the medicine within six hours."

After speaking, he felt his whole body warm up. He removed his goggles, took off his face mask, and casually pulled off his hat.

On camera, everyone clearly saw his forehead drenched in sweat.

It was deeply moving.

This was extreme cold weather; Qin Yun sweating this much proved he had given everything he had.

"Squeee—!"

With a sharp screech of brakes, two public security officers jumped out from the driver's side and passenger side.

"Are you Qin Yun, Master Qin?"

Qin Yun waved his hand: "It's me, but don't call me Master Qin. You're here for the medicine, right? I'll get it for you right away."

He quickly crouched down, placed his backpack on the ground, and pulled out a sealed box.

"This was given to me personally by Sergeant Xiao Guoquan of the Tian Shui Hai military outpost. It's never been opened—please inspect it."

The two public security officers: one was in his thirties or forties, bald; the other looked very young.

The older one took the box and saluted: "I'm Meng Hai, a public security officer from the Quanshuihu Level-One Inspection Station. This is Li Shang. Thank you, Master Qin."

Meng Hai was extremely excited, because the injured soldier was one of their own public security officers—if the medicine didn't arrive in time, his life could be in immediate danger.

Qin Yun's actions had nearly saved their soldier's life.

"Officers Meng and Li, no need to thank me. Take the medicine back quickly—I'll be there shortly."

Meng Hai paused: "Aren't you coming with us in the car, Master Qin?"

Qin Yun laughed and shook his head: "I'm still live-streaming, so I won't ride. I'll meet you at the inspection station."

Meng Hai nodded. Though he didn't understand, he accepted it: "Alright, Master Qin. See you at the station. Tonight, I'll treat you to a big meal."

"Hahaha, I'm looking forward to it."

Soon, Meng Hai and Li Shang got in the car and drove off; soon, Qin Yun was alone again.

"Huuu—" Qin Yun exhaled a long breath, turned to the camera, "The feast tonight is secured, and I've successfully completed Sergeant Xiao's task. I've lived up to the mission. The day's still early—I can take my time now."

"Thinking about it, today is my first day heading to Shiquanhe, yet I've already covered over 140 kilometers. I'm impressed with myself."

"Hahaha, Master Qin really knows how to brag."

"6666, I love watching Master Qin brag."

"No one else would dare do what Master Qin just did—140 kilometers on skis, and not even on an official ski trail!"

"Incredibly awesome. When I edit today's stream, I think it'll be absolutely incredible."

"Can't wait—!"