Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 872: The Story of Ling and Heng (135)

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

The Rogers Pass was far away from Los Angeles. Even if they took an airplane, they couldn’t reach there directly. The base had arranged them a helicopter, but it could only fly to the center of Montana. Then they would have to take SUVs with good snow tires to get there. Otherwise, the car might fall off the cliff due to slippery roads while passing through the snowy mountains.

The people who came with Feng Ling were all her acquaintances, including Fattie and some other members of the base. They knew each other, so they cooperated well.

When Fattie heard that he was assigned to the task of Rogers Pass, he was extremely resistant to the decision, but Han Jin just said that this mission would help him lose weight. It was a reason he could not refuse.

When they finally reached the terminal, which was just above the Rogers Pass, it was already the middle of the night.

This location was on a cliff of a snow mountain where it was cold and windy. Although they were all physically fit, this wind was too cold. Even in the mid-night, they could still hear the cold wind roaring. It seemed that a little bit more wind would be able to sweep them away and bury them in the snowy mountains.

“A-choo–” Fattie sneezed. His face flushed, and he said with a painful expression, “Oh my god, although I am fat, I have been exercising for so many years, and I believe I’m very strong. But I’ve got a cold as soon as I came to this damned place! Do we have to station here for three months? I am afraid that there will only be our ghosts here after three months...”

Da Bin laughed and kicked his butt. “Even if you freeze to death, you’ll be a fat ghost.”

“Fuck off. We’re going to be frozen to death in this damn place, and you’re still laughing!” Fattie shouted angrily at him, but when he noticed that everyone’s face was as red as a monkey’s ass, he burst into laughter and fell to the ground.

Feng Ling’s face was also somewhat red, but not as red as they were. She pulled the collar upward to block the cold wind, and soon her face became normal again.

The uniforms she usually wore at the base were customized according to her height, but this time they left in a hurry, so their uniforms were of the same size. The uniform she was wearing was too large for her and almost covered up. She hid her head into the uniform and didn’t feel so cold.

“Okay, stop it. Let’s find a less windy place. Aren’t there two tents with good cold and wind protection performance in the car? Let’s put them up. We’ll sleep in them tonight,” Feng Ling said as she turned and walked quickly back to the car.

Although it was warm in the car, there were only two SUVs there. When they came, the fuel tanks were full, but now they were almost empty. A few barrels of gasoline saved in the car were only enough for them to drive back and forth to a gas station in the center of Montana. They couldn’t waste the gasoline to keep them warm so they couldn’t stay in the cars at night.

The person in charge of this mission, their team leader, went to put up the tents with Feng Ling. Seeing the small-figured Feng Ling have no complaint, the others who were still sighing had to stop and went to help them.

Fattie stepped on the snow on the ground and walked towards the car, saying, “I haven’t seen so much damn snow in my life.”

Feng Ling said coldly to him while taking the tent’s bracket to a less windy place. “If we don’t put up the tents as soon as possible, we’ll end up being buried in the thick snow. Hurry up if you don’t want to die here.”

Fattie raised his hands and rubbed his sore face, and quickly ran over to help.

They were all well-trained members of the base, so they got things done quickly. Within half an hour, the two big tents had been set up. They went in and tried it. Although the tents were put up in the ice and snow, their quality was very good. All the equipment of XI Base was top-level. The material of the tents was cold-proof and self-heating. The members shut the doors of the tents, and soon, the snow on the ground gradually melted, and the temperature seemed to rise gradually. Although it was not quite warm, it wasn’t cold inside as long as they wore thick clothes and covered themselves with thick quilts.

However, although the tents were large, they could only accommodate a few beds. There were a total of eight people here, but the tents could only contain seven beds because they still needed space to put their military equipment, some furniture, and daily necessities.

Feng Ling said that she would live in another tent, but the others said that they would better stay in the same tent so that it would be warmer, and if she lived in a tent alone, it would be very cold.

Feng Ling said it was okay. She was used to living alone, so she took her stuff and went into the other tent.

In this way, the eight of them settled in the Rogers Pass, and after a night, they started to tidy up all their daily necessities, including some power generating equipment and pots and pan, as soon as they woke up the next day.

Three days later, they had were fed up with the solid food they took. Although they brought a lot of it, now no one wanted to eat it again.

They turned the snow into water and boiled it as drinking water. They survived the winter night, survived all kinds of hardships, but now they really couldn’t bear the solid food anymore.

Dabin said that there were usually frozen rivers in such snowy mountains. The fish under the ice was very delicious. So they began to study how to find rivers and break the ice to catch fish.

In the first few days, everyone sighed, but now they seemed to enjoy the excitement of adventure and field survival. Even Feng Ling was infected by them. Now, everyone else went out to find the rivers, and Feng Ling stayed in the camp, trying to find a way to light a fire more easily.

She was sitting in the snow in a thick, puffy coat, holding a box of matches and a lighter in her hand, looking at the items placed on the ground, and studying how to set a fire with them.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a car passing in the distance. How could there be a car in such a place?

Feng Ling turned her head, only to see a tall figure coming down from the black off-road vehicle. When she saw that the person who was in a black winter suit and walking towards her step by step was Li Nanheng, the lighter and matches in her hand instantly fell into the snow—