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191265438+1October 16 On this day, Scott and his party set off earlier than usual in order to see the incomparable secret earlier. Anxiety made them climb out of their sleeping bags early. By noon, these five persistent people had walked 14 km. They walked enthusiastically on the barren white snowfield, because it is impossible to reach their destination now, and their decisive achievements for mankind have almost been completed. But all of a sudden, one of his partners, Bowles, became uneasy. His eyes were fixed on a small black spot on the vast snow. He dare not say his guess: someone may have set up a road sign here. But now others have thought of it horribly. Their hearts are shaking, just trying to comfort themselves as much as possible, just like Robinson tried to take the footprints of strangers as his own when he found them on a desert island. In fact, they knew in their hearts that the Norwegians headed by Amundsen had arrived here before them.

Not long after, they found a root cutting ski pole in the snow, with a black flag tied to it, surrounded by the traces of skis that others had pierced the camp and the footprints of many dogs. In the face of this harsh fact, there is no need to doubt that Amundsen has set up camp here. The south pole of the earth, which has not been seen by the world since ancient times, was discovered twice in a very short time, that is, within a month, which is unheard of and the most incredible thing in human history. And they are the second group to arrive, only one month late. Although millions of months have passed, it seems too late to be late this month. For human beings, newcomers have everything, and secondly, they have nothing. All the efforts were in vain, and it was ridiculous to go through all kinds of hardships. Weeks, months, years of hope can be said to be crazy. "After all the hardships, endless pain and troubles, what is it for? Not just for these dreams, but now these dreams are over. " Scott wrote in his diary. Tears filled their eyes. Tired as they were, they couldn't sleep that night. They lost hope as if they were sentenced, and continued to walk the last extreme journey gloomily, but what they thought was: cheering and running there. None of them want to comfort others, but they just shuffle along silently. 65438+ 10/8, Captain Scott and his four partners reached the extreme. As he is no longer the first person to arrive here, everything here doesn't make him feel dazzling. He just looked at the sad place with cold eyes. "I can't see anything here, which is no different from the creepy monotony of the past few days." Is this Robert? Falcon? Scott's complete description of the pole. The only unusual thing they found there was not caused by nature, but by competitors, and that was Amundsen's tent with the Norwegian flag. Norway's flag proudly hunts in this fortress that has been breached by human beings. Its occupiers still left a letter here, waiting for the arrival of an unknown second place. He believed that the second place would definitely arrive here after him, so he asked him to take the letter to King Haakon of Norway. Scott accepted this task, and he will faithfully perform this most ruthless duty: to testify for another person's achievements in front of the world, and this cause is exactly what he pursues enthusiastically.

Unfortunately, they planted a British flag and a belated "flag of the United Kingdom" next to Amundsen's victory flag, and then left this place "failed their ambitions". A cold wind blew behind them. Scott wrote in his diary with a sense of foreboding: "The way back made me feel terrible."

The danger increased tenfold on the way back. On the way to the pole, they just need to follow the compass, but now they have to follow their original footprints. They must be careful during the weeks of travel so as not to miss the pre-set storage point, where their food, clothes and gallons of kerosene condensed with heat are stored. However, the heavy snow all over the sky blocked their sight, making them afraid at every step, because once they deviated from the direction and missed the storage point, they would go straight to death. Besides, they lacked the energy when they first arrived, because the nutritious chemical energy and the warm barracks of the Antarctic House at that time brought them strength.

At the beginning, when they thought their exploration was the immortal cause of mankind, they had superhuman strength. Now, they are just fighting to protect their skin from damage, to survive their dying bodies and to go home without any glory. In their hearts, the fear of going home is greater than the expectation.

It's terrible to read the diaries of those days. The weather is getting worse and worse, and the cold season comes earlier than usual. The snow under their feet turned from soft to hard, forming thick ice. Stepping on it is like stepping on a tripod. Every step should be glued to the shoes, and the biting cold devours their tired bodies. They often cringe for a few days and go the wrong way. Whenever they reach a storage point, they will be a little happy for a while, and the flame of confidence will flash between the lines of the diary. In the gloomy loneliness, only a few people walk all the time, and their heroism cannot but be admired. Nothing can prove this better than Dr. Wilson, who is in charge of scientific research. When he was only one step away from death, he continued his scientific observation. In addition to all the necessary loads, his sleigh is also dragging 16 kg of precious rock samples.

However, people's courage is gradually eroded by the great power of nature. The nature here is merciless. The accumulated strength over thousands of years can make it summon cold, freezing, snow and storms like elves, and use all these destructive spells to deal with these five reckless and bold brave men. Their feet were frozen to death. The ration of food is getting less and less, and they can only eat one hot meal a day. Their bodies became very weak because of lack of heat. One day, the partners found horribly that Evans, the strongest among them, suddenly went insane. He stood aside, muttering to himself, complaining about their sufferings, some of which were true and some of which were his hallucinations. From his incoherent words, they finally realized that this evil man was crazy because of a fall or great pain. How is he? Abandon him in this lifeless ice field? No. But on the other hand, they must get to the next storage point quickly without hesitation, otherwise ... you can't see what Scott is going to do from the diary. 17 February night, 1 point, the unfortunate British navy sergeant died. On that day, they just went to the "slaughterhouse camp", found the pony slaughtered last month again, and had a rich meal for the first time.

Now only four people continue to walk, but disaster has befallen them. The next storage point brings new pain and disappointment. There is too little kerosene stored here, so they must use this most necessary fuel carefully. They must try their best to save heat energy, which is their only weapon against the cold. On a cold night, surrounded by a roaring snowstorm, they timidly couldn't sleep with their eyes open and had little strength to turn over the felt soles. But they must continue to drag themselves forward, and Oates has frozen his toes. The wind is blowing harder than before. On March 2, they arrived at the next storage point, but they felt terrible despair again: there was very little fuel stored there.

Now they are really scared to the extreme. From the diary, people can see how Scott tried to hide his fears, but from forced self-composure, he repeatedly screamed in despair: "It's no use going on like this" or "God bless you! We can't stand this kind of fatigue any more ",or" our play is going to end in tragedy ". Finally, there is a terrible confession: "May God bless us!" ! We can hardly count on people's help now. "However, they still dragged their tired bodies, gritted their teeth and walked on in despair. Oates became more and more unable to walk and became a burden to his friends, not a helper. One day at noon, the temperature reached MINUS 40 degrees Celsius, and they had to slow down. Unfortunately, Oates not only felt it, but also knew in his heart that it would bring bad luck to his friends, so he made the final preparations. He asked Wilson, who is in charge of scientific research, for ten morphine tablets, so as to end himself quickly when necessary. They accompanied the patient for another difficult day. Then the unfortunate man asked them to leave him in his sleeping bag and separate his fate from theirs. But they firmly rejected the idea, although they all knew that it would undoubtedly reduce everyone's burden. Therefore, the patient had to stagger for several kilometers dragging his frostbitten legs until he arrived at the camp and stayed there for the night. He slept with them until the next morning. When they got up early in the morning, they looked out and saw a snowstorm outside.

Oates suddenly stood up and said to his friends, "I'm going out for a walk. Maybe I'll stay longer." The others can't help shivering. Everyone knows what it means to go out for a walk in this weather. But no one dared to say a word to stop him, and no one dared to reach out and shake hands with him. Everyone is in awe: Lawrence? Oates, the captain of the Royal Guard, died like a hero.

Now only three tired and weak people are dragging their feet through the endless ice and snow wasteland as hard as iron. They are too tired to have any hope. They just rely on their vague intuition to support their bodies and stumble. The weather is getting worse and worse. Every time they arrive at a storage point, they are greeted with new despair, as if playing a trick on them, leaving only a little kerosene, that is, heat energy. On March 2 1 day, they were only 20 kilometers away from the next storage point. But the snowstorm was so fierce that they couldn't leave the tent, as if it were fatal. Every night, they hope to arrive at their destination the next day, but the next day, apart from eating food for one day, they can only pin their hopes on the next tomorrow. They have run out of fuel, but the thermometer shows MINUS 40 degrees Celsius. Any hope was dashed. They can only choose two ways to die now: starvation or freezing. Surrounded by the white primitive world, three people struggled with doomed death in a small tent for eight days. On March 29, they knew that there would be no miracle to save them, so they decided not to go to bad luck, but to wait for death proudly in the tent, no matter what pain they had to endure. They climbed into their sleeping bags, but never lamented all the sufferings they finally encountered to the world.

The fierce snowstorm attacked the thin tent like a madman, and death was quietly coming. At this time, Colonel Scott recalled everything related to him. Because only in this extreme silence, which has never been broken by human voice, will he tragically realize his close friendship with the motherland and all mankind. But in this snowy desert, I only have a mirage in my heart, which evokes the images of all kinds of people who have come into contact with him because of love, loyalty and friendship, and he also left messages for all these people. On his deathbed, Captain Scott wrote letters to all the people he loved with his frozen fingers.

Captain Scott's diary recorded his last breath until his fingers were completely frozen and the pen slipped from his stiff hand. He hopes that someone will find these diaries next to his body in the future, which can prove the courage of him and the British nation. It is this hope that he can write them to the last moment with superhuman perseverance. The last diary was a wish he wrote with his frozen fingers trembling: "Please give this diary to my wife!" " But then he sadly and resolutely crossed out the words "my wife" and added the terrible "my widow" to it.

The partners living in the base cabin waited for several weeks, full of confidence at first, then a little worried, and finally more and more uneasy. They sent rescue teams to meet them twice, but the bad weather turned them back. It was not until 10 year129 October that an expedition set out, at least to find the bodies of those heroes. 165438+1October 12 When they arrived at the tent, they found the bodies of the heroes frozen in sleeping bags, and the dead Scott still held Wilson like a brother. They found those letters and documents, and built a stone tomb for those heroes who died tragically. On the top of the snow-covered grave stood a rough black cross.

In the Cathedral of England, the king knelt down to mourn these heroes.

Although a man destroyed himself in the struggle against invincible bad luck, his mind became extremely noble. All these are the greatest tragedies in history.