Chapter 412 Superman
Who is it?
Seeing the water boiling, Bifang, who was about to cook something, was startled when he heard the sound.
As far as he knew, the guides and service staff of the guide company that Rob worked for should have all gone down the mountain by now, so why was someone still looking for him?
Puzzled, he opened the curtain. As it was facing the sun, the light and shadow were blurred. Bifang squinted his eyes and was surprised: "It's you!?"
The man in front of him was none other than the dreamer Zelong whose life was saved by Bifang a few days ago!
It clearly happened just a few days ago, but so many things happened in between that Bifang had the illusion that a long time had passed.
Many of the audience who were attracted by the avalanche had no impression of the event, and many of them introduced it enthusiastically.
[That day when we went to the pass, this guy slipped and almost fell off the cliff. If it wasn’t for God Fang climbing up and pulling him up, he would have almost died.]
[It is indeed very dangerous. The slope is very steep and covered with gravel. If someone slides down, they can fall to their death if they are not careful.]
"Why are you here? Haven't you come down the mountain yet? Come in quickly. It's windy outside and a bit cold." Bifang smiled and moved aside to let the other person in.
Seeing that the other party still remembered him, Zelong laughed and went into the tent with the vegetables and fruits in his hand. He sat cross-legged beside the stove and warmed himself by the fire: "We went directly to the mountain that night, so we were one day faster than you, but it was also luck. If we were on the same day as you, we might have died on the Khumbu Glacier, which would have been even more dangerous."
Zelong put the fruits and vegetables he brought on the table: "As for these things, they were sent by our guide last night. They are still fresh, but we are about to go down the mountain and can't eat them. It would a waste to keep them. I followed your live broadcast when I got back that day. To be honest, it's really amazing. What I admire most is people like you who do what you say. Awesome!"
"Well, I'm just trying to make a living." Bifang felt a little embarrassed.
The audience was amused by this.
【Really, just to make a living】
[Sometimes I can’t even eat (dog head)]
[I still remember the scene where Lao Fang had nothing to eat for two days and ended up having to eat earthworms. It made me sick, and it was also the scene that got me into the game.]
Zelong also smiled. This kind of talk can only be listened to: "So just now I saw you live broadcast to Camp No. 1, so I came here to give it to you. Borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha."
"Hey, that can't be wasted. Thank you very much." Bifang accepted the food happily. Anyway, the other party couldn't stay any longer, so he might as well eat it himself instead of wasting it. As Zelong said, keeping it would be a waste, and canned food was mostly heavy in taste. It would be nice to have some fresh vegetables to lighten the taste buds.
The two chatted for a while, and Zelong did not interrupt them too much. He expressed his gratitude again and said that they could come to xz to find him when they were free, and then left.
Bifang put the vegetables into boiling water, stirred it with chopsticks, poured himself a cup of boiling water, and drank it almost by blowing on it, which made the audience exclaim in surprise.
"Don't forget, I'm at Base Camp 1, 6,000 meters above sea level. The temperature of the boiled water here is only 80 degrees, and it's not high, it's below zero. The water here can be drunk after it cools down a bit. And because it's mountain ice and snow water, there are no parasites and very few bacteria. Even if it can't be boiled to 100 degrees, there's no problem drinking it. Of course, it's not uncommon for some people to have fragile stomachs, but it's rare."
The audience only then realized that, indeed, sitting at home watching Bifang's live broadcast, Bifang himself was so leisurely that for a moment they almost forgot where this place was.
Besides, since they were able to arrive at Camp No. 1 safely , their physical condition must not be too bad. Physical condition is often linked to immunity, and people with weak stomachs are very rare.
[Lao Fang's physique is so strong. He has no reaction even after getting here. I envy him.]
[Are you envious? You are just lusting after his body, you are a lowly person! ]
[Ah, yes, yes, I am a slut]
Of course.
Bifang was happy. He knew that he had paid with his life for his good physique. He would rush to wherever there was danger without any regard for wilderness survival techniques. He would go into mountains whenever he saw one and enter caves whenever he saw one.
Only in this way can all four dimensions reach an extremely balanced fifteen points. The physical fitness of a healthy man is only ten points. This is not a simple one and a half times relationship, but a qualitative leap. It is almost the limit that special forces can achieve. If you train with a little focus, you can reach the level of professional athletes.
Even professional athletes are lacking in certain aspects. Not everyone can combine speed and strength, let alone nerve reflexes , toughness and so on.
Bifang is a bug that relies on the system to force comprehensive development.
Soon, the vegetables were cooked. Bifang didn't care too much and started eating them with the bread.
"It's difficult to transport supplies high up in the mountains, so you can't eat very good food, unless you heat up canned food, but that will bring another problem, which is excessive garbage. Many people are willing to eat but are unwilling to take away the garbage they create. Everyone knows my habit, so I'll just make do with it this time. If you travel to similar places in the future, you can also make do with it. Try not to create too much garbage just because of your appetite. If you really want to eat, it's best to take the garbage down with you."
After eating a mushy lunch, Bifang turned off the live broadcast, laid out the sleeping bag, set up the heater, and took a short nap.
Due to the late night journey and the physical exhaustion, almost everyone who arrives here can fall asleep as soon as they arrive if it weren't for the kelp cough and severe altitude sickness.
When I got up again, it was already 2:30 in the afternoon.
After reopening the live broadcast, Bifang packed up his things and prepared to hit the road again.
"The altitude of Camp 2 is about 6,400 meters, which is only 400 meters higher than here. However, there is a glacier area between C1 and C2, and you need to climb up and down several 5-10 meter high, almost vertical glaciers. There are some large and small cracks on this road, and you need to climb about 8 ladders. Then there is an ice field of about 10-15 degrees. Ordinary people usually have to 'crawl' for 3 to 4 hours, and the distance is about 5 kilometers. Moreover, there is a high-risk area for avalanches below Camp C2. It can be said that avalanches occur here almost every year. Many photography enthusiasts even come back here to capture avalanche scenes, so you need to be extra cautious. But the good news is that we have encountered it not long ago, and it is unlikely to cause a second avalanche in a short time."
each year?
Some people were shocked by the frequency. Isn't it said that including this time, there have been four avalanches on Mount Everest in the past ten years?
"Four of them were avalanches with heavy casualties, at least dozens of casualties. Although the section below Camp C2 often happens, it is strictly monitored and rarely overlaps with the mountaineering trail. So although the frequency of occurrence is very high, basically no one is killed."
After getting everything ready, Bifang walked out of the tent holding the trekking pole. Before leaving, he pulled out the fixing stakes, laid the entire tent flat on the ground, and then pressed stones and snow on it.
“Okay, although it can’t be completely avoided, this will prevent the tent from being blown away by the wind before the next climbing season.”
It was already 3:20 in the afternoon when we finished packing up the camp. I have to admit that the 6,000-meter altitude did have some impact on Bifang when I was packing up the camp, and I felt breathless when I was tired.
Bifang is not yet Superman.
