The True Thousand Gold Possessions of the Myriad Realms Trading System

Jiang Yingchen personally gave Chen He ginger water, but it had no effect. He then immediately gave him chili water, hoping that his comrade, who had been frozen stiff after sitting down due to exhaustion, would wake up, but it was still no use.

"Old Chen—" Jiang Yingchen pursed his lips and shook Chen He repeatedly, but received no response.

Realizing that his comrade-in-arms would be buried here forever, slowly frozen into a monument by the snow and ice, Jiang Yingchen was deeply saddened, but not a single tear could be shed from his dry eyes.

He looked up at the elderly, weak, sick, and disabled people, ragged and staggering in the blizzard, and sighed deeply, his already sad mood becoming even heavier.

The leader entrusted this group of soldiers who couldn't keep up with the main force to him. He patted his chest and guaranteed that he would lead these soldiers safely across the snow-capped mountains.

In retrospect, he has failed his superiors' expectations.

Clearly, clearly he seized that bridge, clearly, clearly he survived the enemy's encirclement, he should have been a person with good fortune in the future... but now he is going to perish on this snow mountain.

However, the situation was too dire, and there was simply no time for him to grieve.

The next moment, someone screamed that the black egg had fallen.

In fact, along the way up, more than one soldier fell into the snow ditch on both sides, but everyone was exhausted and could not walk steadily, so they did not dare to help or rescue them.

Those soldiers who fell probably didn't want their comrades to sacrifice themselves to save them.

The reason everyone wants to save Black Egg is because Black Egg is only thirteen years old!

Jiang Yingchen wiped his face hard, quickly instructed the soldiers around him to do their best to wake Chen He, and then strode towards the spot where the black egg had fallen.

Due to the cold and hunger, even at his fastest speed, he could not go very fast, and even the movement caused him a deep-seated fatigue.

He bit his tongue and silently recited the principles and programs for which he was dedicated, which gave him a bit of strength again.

As they approached, they saw 19-year-old comrade Yang Zhichuan lying face down on the snow, tightly gripping Heidan's hand, gritting his teeth and shouting, "Heidan, hold onto my hand, use your feet, use your feet to grip the ice below..."

"Brother Yang, let me go, let me go... or you'll fall too." Black Egg said, waving his hands, trying to break free from Yang Zhichuan's grasp. "I joined the Western School just to have a good meal, and I've had mine. I'm very satisfied now. Mmm, that white rice was so delicious!"

Jiang Yingchen saw Yang Zhichuan's feet, clad in straw sandals, peeking out onto the ice and sliding downwards. He immediately called out, "Come help me!" As he spoke, he bent down and grabbed Yang Zhichuan's calves, leaning back and pulling him up.

Other comrades, dressed in light clothing, were panting heavily, but still staggered over to help.

Several bodies barely moved before collapsing onto the snow. Only Zhang Ying, a female comrade, rushed over and, together with Jiang Yingchen, helped Yang Zhichuan pull Heidan up.

Hei Dan was pulled up, shivering from the cold, but he didn't care about himself. He knelt on the ground and tried to help Yang Zhichuan, who couldn't stand up: "Brother Yang, what's wrong?"

"I'm fine, let me catch my breath—" Yang Zhichuan's teeth were chattering from the cold, but he still managed a smile to comfort Heidan.

Black Egg's tears streamed down his face instantly: "Brother Yang, you shouldn't have saved me—"

At that moment, a comrade who was taking care of Chen He suddenly cried out in a weak and sorrowful voice, "The squad leader is dying... no matter how we call him, he won't wake up."

"boom--"

No sooner had he finished speaking than another person collapsed to the ground, unable to hold on any longer.

Jiang Yingchen's gaze slowly swept over his comrades who were shivering from the cold and were about to give up. His nose stung, and his heart turned cold.

Are we all going to perish here today?

No one spoke; only the howling wind blew the snowflakes from the mountain, sweeping them indiscriminately across everyone.

At that moment, no one spoke.

Many people understand that they have no way to get down the mountain and will probably be buried there forever.

Food supplies were running low, and ginger and chili water were almost gone. Born in the south, they had put on all their clothes, even adding straw and any animal fur they could find, but it was still not enough to withstand the snow.

I'm not satisfied. We haven't reached the base and joined forces with the main force yet, and we haven't been able to feed more people.

But they were too weak to continue.

Jiang Yingchen knew he couldn't despair, nor could he let despair creep in. He took a deep breath of the cold air and shouted, "Comrades, cheer up! Nothing can defeat us! Our leaders are still waiting for us at the front!"

He knew he couldn't speak loudly on the snow-capped mountain, but he was already at his limit, and even if he shouted with all his might, he wouldn't be able to startle the mountain.

As soon as Jiang Yingchen shouted these words, the soldiers' previously lifeless eyes gradually brightened. They nodded and said with all their might, "That's right, we can't fall down. Our leaders are still waiting for us ahead."

Jiang Yingchen was delighted to see that everyone had perked up.

But the next moment, my mood turned heavy again.

Although the soldiers were all in high spirits, many of them simply couldn't walk anymore.

In short, it means that one's will is strong enough, but one's physiology does not allow it.

How can we lead our soldiers through this difficult time?

No matter how much Ren Jiangyingchen thought about it, he couldn't come up with a solution for the time being; after all, even a skilled cook can't make a meal without rice.

Just then, a creaking sound suddenly came from the side.

What is this sound?

The soldiers, roused to their feet, looked in the direction of the sound.

Jiang Yingchen looked over in surprise and saw a huge building that had appeared beside the clear mountain path. Not far from him, a silver-white door slowly rolled up, and then the glass door opened, revealing a girl wearing a black coat.

All of this is extremely bizarre!

Jiang Yingchen was an atheist who did not believe in ghosts or gods, but he was still greatly surprised to see such a girl.

He suppressed his shock and asked loudly, "Who are you?"

Ruan Mianmian snapped out of her daze at Jiang Yingchen's shouts. Her first instinct wasn't to answer, but to anxiously ask the system in her mind, "What's going on? Who are they?"

Why do these people's outfits look so familiar?

The system replied quickly: "They are the westernmost army on the 25,000-li westward migration route."

It really was the western army that migrated westward for 25,000 li!

Ruan Mianmian's gaze slowly swept over the ragged, emaciated people in the wind and snow, and her eyes instantly blurred with tears.

Ninety years later, her ancestors, from the same ethnic group, braved the wind and snow, carrying endless suffering and resilience, and charged straight towards her.

It rushed into her soul!

Ruan Mianmian once thought that her heart had become cold and hard, but at this moment, just looking at the respectable predecessors in front of her, she shed tears.

She wished she could take everything out of the mall and give these people enough to eat and wear, so that their bodies would be worthy of their determined eyes and indomitable spirits!

Ruan Mianmian wiped away her tears, walked to the door, and looked at Jiang Yingchen: "I am a person. There is plenty of hot water and food behind me. Please come in and rest!"

She thought she was speaking calmly, but upon closer listening, she realized that her voice was choked with sobs.