Galloping all the way, encountering high mountains and patrol teams, Ye Tian would stop and wait; there was no need to court trouble at this time.
Nearly a day and a half later, Ye Tian arrived at the site of the last drug trafficker ambush. Just across was another country, and on this millennia-old snow-covered border line, perils abounded in layers; no one could know just how many landmines this country, which had once battled Huaxia, had laid along the border. It was said that clearing these landmines would be impossible for fifty years.
By yesterday, the car had run out of gas. In this place, it wasn't just gas that was consumed, but also the tires; following Ye Tian's speed, the car would be scrapped in less than a day. For the remaining half-day, Ye Tian had come the distance on foot.
The so-called crossing of the national border seems difficult but also simple, it all depends on whether you have the guts.
