Searching for someone in northern Myanmar, and you call that earning tuition fees?

On the eastern horizon, a faint sliver of dawn pierced through the thick clouds.

Droma, wrapped in a sheepskin coat, her lips purple from the cold, knelt facing the direction of the light, repeatedly prostrating herself. She murmured ancient scriptures, praying for the mountain god's protection.

Li Changfeng leaned against the rock, chewing on the last half of a compressed biscuit, his eyes dim. He glanced at the devout Zhuoma, then at Su Ming beside him who was resting with his eyes closed, and felt that this combination was utterly absurd.

One prayed to God, one slept, and the other waited to die.

"Stop worshiping."

Su Ming's voice came from behind her.

Zhuoma stopped what she was doing, turned to look at him, and her eyes were filled with despair: "The mountain god is angry, we can't get out. I only beg the mountain god to let us die quickly."

"The mountain god isn't on duty today; the physics teacher is."

Zhuoma froze, glaring at him.

Su Ming ignored her and walked straight to the huge ice lens, beginning to fine-tune the angle.

Li Changfeng finally couldn't hold back any longer. He walked over, his breath billowing white smoke, and pointed at the ice lump: "Su Ming, let me confirm this again. You expect this thing, along with that sun that's barely bigger than a butt, to split this mountain in two?"

Su Ming didn't even look up: "To be precise, it's not about splitting it open, it's about letting it collapse on its own."

Li Changfeng: ...

He believed Su Ming had a solution, but damn it, he just couldn't figure out what it was.

Su Ming ignored him and simply watched calmly.

That ray of sunlight passed precisely through the ice convex lens.

A miracle happened.

Focused by the ice lens, the ray of sunlight was condensed into a dazzling spot of light, precisely projected onto the fragile connection point of the huge ice pillar on the upper right side of the icy cliff, two hundred meters away.

At first, it was just a minor highlight.

A few seconds later, the bright spot grew brighter and brighter, and wisps of white smoke began to rise from the surrounding ice and snow.

……

Two kilometers away, the "Snow Fox" team's temporary camp.

Captain "Snow Fox" put down his expensive self-heating rations and slowly sipped his hot coffee. The drone hovered high in the sky, and on the thermal imager's screen, the three red dots representing life remained stuck in place, motionless all night.

"These rats are quite patient." Snow Fox sneered, picked up the communicator, and said, "Attention all units, it's dawn. Get ready to stretch your legs. Team B, advance from the flank. Snipers, take the high ground. Follow my orders to end this farce."

"receive."

On the other side of the ridge, the sniper, camouflaged in the snow, adjusted his high-magnification scope, and the figures of three targets were clearly visible in the lens.

He observed listlessly, and suddenly, he let out a puzzled "Eh?"

"Report, something's not right about the target location."

Snow Fox frowned: "Reinforcements have been spotted?"

"No," the sniper's voice suddenly tightened, "Report! The target is using ice to focus sunlight! Repeat, they're focusing sunlight! The target is... the supporting icicles atop the avalanche pile!"

Snow Fox: "?"

He felt that his team members might be hallucinating from being at high altitude for too long.

Just then, in the scope's field of view, an extremely dazzling spot of light suddenly appeared on the avalanche pile in the distance.

The spot of light was initially only the size of a fist, but it was incredibly bright, like a burning magnesium strip.

"What is that?" Snow Fox asked in a deep voice over the channel.

The sniper stared intently at the point of light, his pupils suddenly contracting: "Report! It's...it's the focus! They're using that block of ice to focus the sunlight! Damn it, they're melting that supporting ice pillar!"

There was a moment of silence in the channel.

Everyone was stunned by this conclusion.

Using sunlight...to melt icebergs?

What kind of sci-fi movie plot is this?

Snow Fox's expression finally turned serious. He wasn't shocked by the naivety of the idea, but by the fact that... white steam was already rising around that point of light!

The base of the icicle was melting and dripping water at an alarming rate!

"madman!"

For the first time, Snow Fox sensed that the situation was spiraling out of control; he felt a humiliating sense of being intellectually crushed. He instantly understood the other party's intentions.

"Smash that lens! Quickly!" Snowfox roared at maximum volume in the channel.

"Bang!"

Gunshots echoed through the snow-capped mountains.

The bullet, trailing a precise trajectory, drew a white line in the air and instantly struck the massive ice lens.

"Splash—"

The ice lens shattered instantly, exploding into countless ice shards.

Li Changfeng instinctively ducked and lay prone on the ground: "Holy crap! A sniper!"

"It's too late."

Su Ming patted the ice shards off his hands, calmly stood up, and even had time to tug at Li Changfeng's collar.

"Get up, don't disturb my view of the scenery."

Su Ming hadn't finished speaking.

"Click...click click..."

In the distance, the enormous icicle, its base melted by the sunlight, cracked under the weight of the sun.

Countless cracks instantly covered the entire column.

next second.

"Boom—!"

The icicle snapped with a deafening roar, and the tens of thousands of tons of snow and ice that lost their support triggered a chain reaction. A secondary avalanche erupted!

Amidst a tremendous roar, the ice wall blocking the pass was torn apart, collapsed, and swept away by this new force, rushing downstream into the abyss.

A brand-new passage, barely wide enough for one person to pass through, was forcibly revealed amidst the billowing dust and roaring noise.

The captain abruptly stood up from behind his cover, staring intently at the spectacular plume of smoke in the distance, his face ashen.

"madman……"

He had fought in street battles in the Middle East, ventured into the jungles of South America, and hunted countless targets, but he had never seen or imagined that anyone could clear a path in this way.

No explosives or entrenching tools are needed.

Use a piece of ice and the sun at eight o'clock in the morning.

What the hell is this Eastern sorcery?

"A-Diao..." (Tibetan: Tian-Na) Drolma knelt on the ground, muttering to herself, her eyes glazed over, "He...he grabbed the sunlight?"

"This..." Li Changfeng felt his throat go dry. He looked at Su Ming's calm profile and it took him a long time to find his voice. "This is fucking possible?"

Su Ming turned around and glanced at them.

"Let's go, the road is open now."

"If we don't leave now, the sniper's next bullet will be aimed at our heads."