201: Chapter 201 Breaking the Limit
Upon hearing the veteran's words, Wang Ye gritted his teeth and forced himself to stand up.
Then, he followed closely in the veteran's footsteps and continued to jog forward.
He hadn't expected that right at the start, he would be required to run to Samso-ri within fourteen hours.
This game really thought highly of him.
Never mind running 145 li; even just making him walk for fourteen consecutive hours would be unbearable.
However, Wang Ye did not give up easily.
After all, he had just started; he couldn't let it end now.
Wang Ye followed closely behind the veteran.
But at this moment, his body was stacked with negative buffs.
Hunger, pain, cold—these were torturing his spirit at every moment.
Wang Ye clenched his teeth; this was the first time he wanted to turn off the pain sensation.
He didn't know how long he had been running; he felt completely numb, and he could barely feel the pain anymore.
Suddenly, he tripped over a rock and fell to the ground.
With that fall, he felt pain throughout his entire body.
He gasped for air, but the cold wind pouring into his throat was like a knife, slicing through his trachea and ravaging his lungs.
At this moment, the veteran turned his head back.
"Er Dan, why did you fall? Get up! You cannot fall; if you fall now, you won't be able to get back up." The veteran's voice carried heavy gasps.
"I, I..." Wang Ye opened his mouth, but he couldn't speak.
"Hungry..."
Seeing this, the veteran seemed to understand.
He yanked him up and stuffed half a frozen, hard steamed bun into his hand.
"Eat! Finish it and keep running! Falling behind means death!"
Wang Ye looked at the bun in his hand; it was as hard as an ice cube.
He opened his mouth, wanting to refuse, but the hunger in his stomach made it impossible to do so.
Wang Ye took a bite; the bun was as hard as a stone, making his teeth ache, but he still forced himself to swallow it.
His stomach felt like it had been stuffed with a piece of ice; it was painfully cold.
"Are you done? Let's go! We've already fallen far behind; the main force is still up ahead." The veteran waved at Wang Ye and then continued running forward.
Seeing this, Wang Ye forced his body to continue running.
At this moment, he felt a surge of strength rise within his body once again.
The audience in the livestream room was shocked to see this scene.
They put themselves in Wang Ye's perspective and felt the harsh environment.
"I thought Brother Wang wouldn't last long, but I didn't expect him to be able to hold on for so long."
"If it were me, I probably wouldn't last half a minute."
"Forget half a minute, I wouldn't even last half a second; I'm terrified of the cold."
"I admire Brother Wang so much, but those Chinese Soldiers are even more respectable."
"With such Chinese Soldiers, New Huaxia will definitely get better and better."
The barrage of comments flew by, and Wang Ye was still running.
The sky gradually turned dark.
The unit moved forward silently in the dark night.
The moonlight was obscured by clouds, and only the snow reflected a faint blue light.
Wang Ye squinted, barely able to see what was ahead.
A winding black shadow slithered across the snowfield, like an endless long dragon.
That was his company.
In the dark night, no one spoke; there were only heavy breathing sounds and the "creaking" of straw sandals stepping into the snow.
Occasionally, someone would fall, and would immediately be pulled up by a comrade beside them to continue forward.
Wang Ye's feet had long lost all sensation, but he dared not stop.
Because once he stopped, he would end up like the countless Chinese Soldiers who had fallen behind him, sleeping here forever.
Wang Ye had already come to see himself as a member of this unit.
The incomparable will of these Chinese Soldiers infected him, and a sense of mission spontaneously arose from the bottom of his heart.
"Faster! Even faster!"
The company commander's voice came from the front, hoarse like sandpaper rubbing together.
Wang Ye heard the voice and quickened his pace, but suddenly stepped into empty air, plunging into a snow pit.
Snow powder poured into his collar, instantly melting into ice water and running down his spine.
Everything around him was pitch black, and Wang Ye panicked instantly.
The fear of death enveloped his heart.
He struggled to crawl up, only to find his legs were frozen stiff.
"Er Dan, get up! Do you want to die? Why aren't you being careful?"
The veteran cursed, reaching out to pull him out.
Wang Ye had escaped death, but his heart still trembled with lingering fear.
He gasped for breath, and after seeing the veteran pull him up, he continued moving forward.
He didn't linger for too long either, forcing himself to move his legs and keep up with the unit.
He didn't know how long he had been running; Wang Ye felt his breathing becoming increasingly difficult, every inhalation feeling like swallowing a knife.
His fingers could no longer bend, so he could only tuck his rifle under his arm to prevent it from falling.
People in the unit began to fall behind.
A Chinese Soldier suddenly knelt on the ground, clutching his chest and coughing violently; blood seeped through his fingers, dripped onto the snow, and instantly froze into red ice.
"Lungs... my lungs have burst..." he said with difficulty.
No one stopped.
Wang Ye wanted to help him up, but was grabbed by the veteran.
"There's no saving him! Keep moving!"
The Chinese Soldier watched them walk away, eventually collapsing slowly into the snow, his eyes still open, and was soon covered by falling snow.
Wang Ye's throat tightened.
That "there's no saving him" made him feel extremely oppressed.
In the livestream room, the audience fell silent upon seeing this scene.
These Chinese Soldiers were all fighting for their lives.
Even if they ran until they died, they refused to stop.
This was far more shocking than what they had seen in the CG.
This god's-eye view, or rather, the immersive way of watching, left the audience immersed in this oppressive journey.
Several more hours passed.
The audience watched blankly as Wang Ye continued on his way.
The barrage of comments had almost disappeared by now.
They hadn't expected that Wang Ye could actually persist to this extent.
At this moment, they truly admired Wang Ye.
Even though this was a game, it was a realistic game.
They didn't think this was a simple matter.
They watched as the sky in the screen gradually transitioned from pitch black to light.
Before dawn, they were ten kilometers away from Samso-ri.
The unit's speed had become as slow as a snail.
Wang Ye's vision began to blur, and black spots kept flashing before his eyes.
He felt he was about to lose the ability to hold on.
He only had one thought in his mind: keep running.
"Cannot fall... cannot fall..."
Wang Ye bit his tongue, the taste of blood spreading in his mouth; the pain helped him barely stay awake.
"We are ten kilometers away from Samso-ri! Brothers of the 113th Division, hold on! We are the best!"
"Advance at full speed! Run! Run for your lives!"
"Even if we die running, we must die at Samso-ri."
The company commander's roar tore through the night sky.
Hearing this roar, Wang Ye didn't know where the strength came from, but his pace quickened again.
On the snowfield, the long black dragon suddenly accelerated, charging toward the final life-or-death destination.
"We're, we're here!"
"We did it."
The veteran was shouting from the side.
Watching the veteran's happy expression, the tight string in Wang Ye's mind finally relaxed.
He only felt his vision go dark, and he completely lost consciousness.
When he opened his eyes again, only a panel remained in front of him.
"Game over. Congratulations to the player for completing the mission: March 145 li within fourteen hours."