I started on a deserted island and encountered Ying Zheng, who insisted I was an immortal.

The wind at the mountaintop was very strong, and it felt like knives on my face.

Following Zhang Ying's instructions, the soldiers unloaded oil drums from the truck and began refueling the vehicle.

These diesel and gasoline fuels are all produced by the system and stored in sealed military fuel drums, ensuring normal operation even in high-altitude and low-temperature environments.

Wang Ben crawled out of the tank, his face red from the wind and his lips chapped, but he was full of energy.

He ran up to Zhang Ying, grinned, and showed off his white teeth.

"Imperial Advisor, did you enjoy that just now? I love doing this kind of exciting work!"

"The real thrill is yet to come." Zhang Ying handed him a bottle of mineral water. "The road down the mountain is even more difficult. It's easy to lose your balance and tip over. Tell the brothers to stay alert."

"Don't worry!" Wang Ben patted his chest. "Anyone who dares to mess up, I'll be the first to kick them off the mountain!"

On the other side, Li Si was holding an oxygen tank, taking small sips of oxygen.

His complexion had improved somewhat, but his legs were still trembling.

The terrifying experience he had just endured on the cliff had completely shattered his decades-long composure, which had allowed him to remain calm even in the face of a collapsing mountain.

He now sees everyone as someone who is about to fall off a cliff.

Ying Zheng stood with his hands behind his back on the edge of the cliff, gazing into the distance.

Beneath the sea of ​​clouds, a patch of green, distinct from the Gobi Desert, can be faintly seen.

That was the territory of the Mauryan Empire.

A rich land flowing with milk and honey, where even the temple pillars are made of gold.

A fire ignited in his heart.

From the moment he unified the six kingdoms, he had been searching for a goal.

A goal that would allow the Qin war machine to continue operating.

Now, he has found it.

He wanted to conquer this land and let the Black Water Dragon Banner of the Great Qin be planted in every corner of the world.

"Your Majesty, it's a good thing to have the world in your heart," Zhang Ying's voice sounded behind him, "but it's best not to get too close to the cliff. If you slip, I won't be able to hold you back."

Ying Zheng turned around, glanced at Zhang Ying, said nothing, and silently took two steps back.

He knew Zhang Ying was joking, but he didn't want to risk his life.

"Grand Preceptor," Ying Zheng said, looking at the soldiers cheering them on, "how far can these lumps of iron really go?"

"A full tank of gas can take a tank 500 kilometers and a truck 800 kilometers," Zhang Ying replied. "But that's on flat ground. On these high-altitude mountain roads, fuel consumption will at least double. If we use the fuel we brought sparingly, it shouldn't be a problem to get to the plains."

"And then what?"

"And then?" Zhang Ying smiled. "Then we'll have to adapt to the local conditions. See if we can find oil and refine it ourselves. If that doesn't work, we'll just have to rob it."

"Rob?" Ying Zheng raised an eyebrow.

"Yes," Zhang Ying said frankly, "War is essentially robbery. It's just that we rob more sophisticated places—land, resources, and people."

Ying Zheng nodded in deep agreement.

This statement may be crude, but the principle is sound.

Just then.

Boom! ...

A deep, muffled thud came from the distant snow-capped mountains.

Immediately afterwards, the entire mountain began to tremble violently.

"What's going on?!" Wang Ben roared.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked in the direction from which the sound came from, filled with fear.

On the summit of the higher snow-capped mountain in the distance, large chunks of snow were collapsing and sliding down.

They converged into a white torrent, carrying rocks and ice, and swept towards the mountain pass where they were with tremendous force!

"Avalanche!" Zhang Ying's expression changed instantly.

He grabbed Ying Zheng's arm and roared, "Quick! Get in the carriage! Everyone get in the carriage immediately!"

Although the soldiers didn't know what an avalanche was, they knew something was wrong when they saw the massive white waves rolling in.

They dropped the oil drums and scrambled towards their vehicles.

Wang Ben was the first to jump into the tank.

Li Si abandoned the oxygen cylinder and crawled into the command vehicle using both hands and feet.

The Yuezhi king and his people were also roughly thrown into the back of a truck by several soldiers.

"Start it! Start it now!" Zhang Ying roared into the walkie-talkie. "All vehicles, shift into reverse and back up! Back up to that side road!"

The roar of the engine resumed.

But it was too late.

The white torrent was already rushing towards us.

The sound was like a thousand horses galloping, or like a god roaring.

The earth was shaking.

The sky is trembling.

The end of the world seems to be coming right now.

"Hold on tight!" Zhang Ying jerked the steering wheel.

He did not choose to back down.

Because he knew that a truck couldn't outrun an avalanche at that speed.

He chose to move forward.

He floored the accelerator, and the command vehicle, like a mad bull, charged toward the only, narrow downhill road!

He had to get through the pass before the avalanche completely buried it!

This is a race against death!

boom!

The first wave of impact has arrived.

That wasn't snow, but rather a shockwave brought down by an avalanche.

The command vehicle's windows shattered instantly.

The cold air and snow powder rushed in, covering everyone's faces.

Li Si let out a scream that sounded inhuman.

Ying Zheng gripped the armrest tightly, his teeth clenched, and remained silent.

His face showed no fear, only a ferocious rage.

He was the First Emperor!

You think you can bury him with a mere natural disaster?

dream!

Immediately afterwards, large amounts of snow and ice cascaded down from the mountaintop like a waterfall.

They slammed onto the roof of the car with loud bangs.

The car shook violently, as if it would be overturned and pushed into the abyss at any moment by this enormous force.

Zhang Ying's eyes were bloodshot.

He stared intently ahead.

Our vision was completely obscured by the white, flying snow.

He couldn't see the road clearly.

He could only control the steering wheel by relying on his memory and intuition.

A little to the left.

A little more to the right.

The wheels were spinning wildly on the wet, icy road.

Several times, half of the car slid off the cliff.

It was only thanks to Zhang Ying's exceptional skill that they managed to pull things back on track.

"Wang Ben! Wang Ben! Report your situation!" Zhang Ying shouted into the walkie-talkie.

sizzle-

There was only a piercing static sound coming from the walkie-talkie.

Zhang Ying's heart sank.

The tank... was it buried?

That's a fifty-ton lump of steel. If it's buried under dozens of meters of snow, even if the person is safe, you can forget about digging it out.

And those trucks behind them...

It contained most of their supplies and ammunition.

If all of them are lost...

This western expedition ended before it even began.

Just when Zhang Ying was almost in despair.

Rumbling--

A huge black shadow suddenly burst out from the snow behind them!

It's that Type 99A main battle tank!

It looked like a monster crawling out of hell, its tracks covered in ice and gravel, and its armor plating riddled with deep scratches.

But it's still moving!

Wang Ben poked his head out of the cockpit, wiped the snow water off his face, and grinned at Zhang Ying.

That smile was uglier than a cry.

But he still smiled.

Because he is still alive.

Immediately afterwards, one, two, and three trucks emerged from the snow.

Although they all looked like they had rolled around in the mud eight hundred times, and some of the front of the cars were even bent out of shape, thankfully, they were all still alive.

"Cave Two reporting!" Wang Ben's voice crackled through the walkie-talkie, hoarse with the pain of surviving a close call. "Everyone...everyone's here! Requesting...requesting further instructions!"

Zhang Ying's tense nerves finally relaxed.

He glanced at the rearview mirror.

They had already left the terrifying avalanche behind.

They... won.

They fought their way out of nature's fury.

"Keep moving forward." Zhang Ying's voice was calm, but if you listened carefully, you could hear a slight tremor.

"Target: the foot of the mountain."