Chapter 156

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, would dare do this. Anyone else and 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 squad leader Xiao from the military station said?"

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

"From the military station to the Spring Lake checkpoint—that's Dead Man's Gully—the total distance is 90 km. With six hours, you only need an average speed of 15 km/h. 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've got energy all over. Next up, let's speed up—DJI, drop the BGM!"

"Boom—"

A blasting electronic track erupted from the livestream; the camera cut, and Qin Yun accelerated again.

Southeast of the Tian Shuihai 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 visibly discernible.

Thus, he didn't need to judge the highway's position—he could see it clearly at a glance. He simply followed the highway, gliding freely.

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

But…

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

The world turned pure white; visibility was severely blocked, the road and boundaries invisible. Gales whipped snow particles at over ten meters per second, slamming into him with a sharp, crackling din.

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

The gale forced him to devote most of his focus to stabilizing the board—any slip would throw him off balance and out of the highway.

If he crashed into a rock, no matter which bone broke, the outcome would be horrific.

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

So he glided 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 the action cameras for the livestream.

"Damn it, my luck's terrible—this white wind hit way too suddenly!"

He had to lower his center of gravity, minimizing wind's impact on his body. One foot on the snowboard, one on the ground, each push required every ounce of his strength.

"Sss… just watching is chilling—Brother Qin, hold on!"

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

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

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

"Tianzi 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 blizzard. The storm seemed to deliberately block him—finally, even sight failed; his visible range shrank to less than two meters.

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

Qin Yun was helpless—no one in their right mind would expend such massive energy advancing in this 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, focusing solely on visible dangers.

Huffing and puffing for over an hour, near three o'clock, his vision brightened—the endless white wind finally began to weaken.

"Great—the wind's shifting direction; it might pass me soon."

Qin Yun slid sideways, advanced a bit more, and finally spotted a boundary marker. He leaned closer, studying it, then let out a bitter laugh.

"Friends, over an hour has passed since leaving the station—I've only covered a bit over ten kilometers. Fifty kilometers remain to the Xinjiang-Tibet Line."

Comments:

"Watching is exhausting, let alone what Brother Qin's enduring."

"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 Shiquan River in twelve days."

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

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

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

"In an hour and a half, I've only covered a bit over ten kilometers—speed is severely lagging. I must accelerate, so from now on, all my focus will be on speed. Please understand."

After saying that, Qin Yun took out rations from his backpack and supplemented 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 have no skin exposed. I'm wrapped tightly, not because I'm cold, but because outside temperatures hit minus thirty degrees Celsius—exposed skin freezes instantly."

"Most importantly, exposed skin loses temperature sensation, making hypothermia strike without warning. So warmth is paramount—hypothermia here is the most terrifying, most dangerous threat. Once hypothermia sets in here, death is certain."

After replenishing his energy, Qin Yun chatted a bit more, then set out again.

With the white wind no longer blocking him, his speed began to increase.

He crouched nearly half-over the snowboard, hands pressed against his hips, constantly shifting his center of gravity to accelerate further; when he reached thirty, he stopped accelerating, maintaining that speed as he shot forward.

Paired with the drone's BGM, this scene radiated endless charm.

Any stranger who stepped into this livestream would be instantly locked in, unable to leave.

This was the stickiness of Qin Yun's livestream—addictive beyond resistance.

The remainder of the journey was unbelievably smooth; two hours passed without a single hiccup.

Most importantly, as he drew closer to the Xin-Zang border, the wind gradually died down and the snow ceased. By the time he saw the Xin-Zang border marker, the world ahead was no longer a white expanse, but a patchwork of green and yellow highland mountains.

Front and back, it was as if two entirely different worlds.

'Ssshh—'

Qin Yun's snowboard executed a sharp carve, spraying snow into the air as he came to a stop before the Xin-Zang border marker.

Beyond this point lay the Tibet border, less than thirty kilometers from the Quanshui Lake checkpoint. But with no snow left to slide on, he could only walk forward—his speed would plummet drastically.

"From Tian Shuihai Military Station to the Xin-Zang border, sixty kilometers took me three and a half hours. I have two and a half hours left before the six-hour deadline, but covering thirty kilometers in two and a half hours is nearly impossible for me."

Qin Yun's expression was grave; he had little confidence in the road ahead.

Not even the world-record marathon runner could complete these thirty kilometers in two and a half hours.

Because this was a plateau—five-thousand-meter altitude.

"Then what do we do? From Xiao Paizhang's tone, it's urgent—there might be life-or-death stakes."

"Thirty kilometers… even a bicycle would help."

"Qin Ye has nothing but his snowboard—he can only rely on his two legs."

"Nervous… what should Qin Ye do?"

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

Sui Yang, who had been closely following Qin Yun's livestream, was now on satellite call with Xiao Guoquan at Tian Shuihai Military Station.

"Old Xiao, Qin Yun has entered the Xin-Zang border—what's the situation there?"

Xiao Guoquan said: "The situation isn't good—the wounded can't be moved, but the vehicle has already been dispatched. They didn't expect Qin Yun to arrive so fast."

"That's good—then we still have time." Sui Yang exhaled slightly, "Qin Yun has decided to run the rest of the way. I'll inform him in the comments shortly so he doesn't rush too hard."

"Alright, thanks for that."

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

But by the time Cheng Da posted, Qin Yun's drone had already launched—one wide-angle, one side-facing him—so Cheng Da's reply went unseen by Qin Yun.

"Brothers, let's run!"

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

Along the national highway, he sped toward the distance.

"Run with the wind, freedom is the direction~ Chase the power of thunder and lightning…"

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

Everyone who saw this was moved.

Many viewers commented, wishing they could run alongside Qin Yun—to feel the icy wind on their faces, to feel the highland's oxygen deprivation.

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

He ran for twenty minutes before he had to stop, for ahead on the highway, a military truck, covered in dust, was speeding toward him.

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

Seeing Cheng Da's comment, Qin Yun: "Huh… huh… I saw it. This is best—I really wasn't sure I could deliver the medicine within six hours."

After saying that, he only felt his whole body grow hot, so he took off his goggles, removed his face mask, and casually took off his hat as well.

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

It was profoundly moving.

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

'Squeee—!'

A sharp brake—and two police officers jumped out from either side of the vehicle.

"Are you Qin Yun, Qin Ye?"

Qin Yun waved his hand: "It's me. Don't call me Qin Ye. You're here for the medicine, right? I'll hand it over."

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

"This was given to me personally by Xiao Guoquan, Platoon Leader of Tian Shuihai Military Station. It's never been opened—check it."

The two police officers—one in his thirties or forties, bald; the other, very young.

The older one took the box, saluted: "I'm Meng Hai, officer of the Quanshui Lake First-Class Police Checkpoint. This is Li Shang. Thank you, Qin Ye."

Meng Hai was deeply moved—the wounded soldier was one of their own police officers; if the medicine didn't arrive in time, his life could be lost.

Qin Yun's actions had nearly saved their soldier.

"Officers Meng and Li, no need for thanks. Take the medicine back quickly—I'll follow shortly."

Meng Hai froze: "Qin Ye, aren't you coming with us in the vehicle?"

Qin Yun laughed: "I'm still livestreaming—I won't ride. I'll meet you at the checkpoint."

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

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

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

"Huh—" Qin Yun exhaled, facing the camera: "The feast tonight is secured, and I've fulfilled Xiao Platoon Leader's task. Finally, I've lived up to the mission. The day's still early—I can take it slow now."

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

"Hahaha, Old Qin is blowing his own horn."

"6666, I love watching Old Qin brag the most."

"Old Qin's moves are unmatched—a hundred and forty kilometers the whole way, done on skis, and the problem is it wasn't even a proper ski slope. Who else would dare pull this off?"

"Insanely awesome. I think today's livestream clips will be really, really spectacular."

"Looking forward to it—!"