◎Happy 71st Day: Cold Wave Exclusive Transformer◎
The floating house is called the field folding barracks. It looks like a container and can be quickly set up as a campsite and is easy to assemble and disassemble. It is suitable for everything from temporary command posts to soldier barracks.
Jiang Muyun cleared the middle of his cave to make room for the folding barracks.
The boards used in military folding barracks are very heavy, and it usually takes several soldiers to build them at the same time.
Jiang Muyun was alone, and when she couldn't move things, she could use the space to cheat, but some places needed support, so she could only find other heavy objects in the space to temporarily support them.
Theoretically, four or five people could build something in more than ten minutes, but Jiang Muyun spent an hour going back and forth.
Jiang Muyun decided not to dismantle it in the future. He would just put it back into the space after use. Rebuilding it again would really shorten his lifespan.
The floating house is said to be a temporary barracks, but since it can be used as a command post, it still has basic sound insulation effect.
The floating house Jiang Muyun had was semi-enclosed. Besides the door, it also had a small, single-opening window. The window wasn't made of glass, but rather the same opaque material used in the barracks.
To be on the safe side, Jiang Muyun also spread all the foam pads and other materials he had found earlier in the floating house, using them as a simple version of sound insulation cotton.
After setting up the temporary soundproof room, Jiang Muyun turned up the volume on the tablet to the maximum and found a movie.
The theme song of the movie was a thunderous rock song. The moment it was played, Jiang Muyun felt his head buzzing.
Even through the dimensional wall, Jiang Muyun could feel the indomitable soul trapped in the small tablet.
Jiang Muyun covered his heart and put the tablet into the barracks. The moment he closed the door, the sounds inside seemed to be covered by a thick quilt, making Jiang Muyun feel as if he had been reborn and was illuminated by the Buddha's light.
The barracks boards could not completely block out the sounds inside. Jiang Muyun could hear some movement inside, but he couldn't make out what exactly it was.
Jiang Muyun didn't know how loud the phone's volume was when it was turned up to the maximum, but based on her physiological reaction when she pressed the play button just now, Jiang Muyun felt that pulling the bolt and firing a gun next to her ear was no more than that.
The noise in the cave was still very obvious, but when Jiang Muyun came out of the cave and listened again, it was completely quiet.
The fierce wind and heavy snow outside became obstacles to the propagation of sound. Jiang Muyun stood at the entrance of the cave and could not hear any other sound except the sharp sound of the wind.
Considering that sound travels faster through solids, Jiang Muyun even leaned against the mountain wall to listen for a while.
After confirming that all sounds were firmly trapped inside the cave, Jiang Muyun put on his earplugs and turned off the movie.
This level is sufficient.
She bought a small diesel generator with a rated voltage of 220V, the same as ordinary AC electricity.
According to the seller, this is a silent model suitable for home use, with noise levels of less than 70 decibels.
It is hard to say exactly how loud the sound is, but judging from the data, it is not deafening.
The two-stroke generator's engine oil and diesel need to be added together. Jiang Muyun mixed the engine oil and diesel in proportion and poured them into the fuel tank. When starting with the key, there is no need to open the throttle, just turn the key to start the engine. It is quite convenient to use.
Noise superposition is not simply 1+1=2. Putting several independent sound sources together will indeed make it noisier, but the increase in decibels is not much.
So Jiang Muyun adhered to the principle of doing everything, plugged her ears and set up three generators at the same time, trying to fill up the batteries in her space as soon as possible.
The fuel tank capacity of the generators she has is 16L, and the fuel consumption is around 1.1L per hour. Jiang Muyun only needs to feed them fuel once in the morning and once in the evening.
With the sound insulation equipment, the generator can be used whenever needed. Jiang Muyun's anxiety about electricity usage only lasted less than two hours before it was completely eliminated.
Although she didn't seem to have any needs that required a lot of electricity at the moment, it was completely different to have hundreds of fully charged batteries in her hands and not use them, and to have all the batteries empty and with no power available.
After the electricity inflow and outflow were sufficient, Jiang Muyun spoke a little more cheerfully.
The wind outside had been blowing for three or four days with no sign of letting up, and the temperature hadn't returned to normal. The soft, wet snowballs had been pounded day after day into hard, dry grains.
There was no such thing as snowflakes gently falling on my face. I didn't know if it was because it was too cold or the snow was too hard, but the snow was hitting my exposed skin and it hurt.
When they went out, they didn't even dare to show their eyes. They wrapped themselves tightly and wore goggles. If they were photographed two years ago, there would probably be more rumors about wild men and snow monsters in Nanshi.
It took ten people, including Xiaobai who helped with a dog paddle, a whole morning to barely shovel the area around the top of the mountain. In the afternoon, they had to continue clearing the mountainside and collect some food for the rabbits.
Since the temperature dropped again, in order to protect the two rabbits that seemed to be not very cold-resistant, they had to give out a piece of charcoal every day and put it next to the nests that the two rabbits dug for themselves to keep them warm and save their lives.
Perhaps the weather was really too cold, or perhaps Chu Buwen's psychological offensive was really effective, making them realize what life-saving grace meant. The two rabbits treated them much better in the past two days.
At least he no longer kicked his tied hind legs and tried to hit them hard when they lifted the curtain to feed him or change the charcoal fire.
Compared with these two uncles, Jiang Muyun's chickens are much easier to raise.
When the weather is cold, it will curl up in its nest and eat whatever Jiang Muyun gives it. When it gets tired of eating, it will follow them when they go to collect food for the rabbits, and will dig in the soil to pick up food for itself. It is so well-behaved that Jiang Muyun feels a little embarrassed.
It was not until Dabai came to her to ask for eggs that Jiang Muyun remembered that these two might be able to produce and sell their own eggs every day to replenish their bodies. They lived much better than them, a group of laborers who worked every day!
The workers had been working hard all morning and were staggering back to eat.
In order to save time, they now eat from a big pot again, and cook in the cave where they grow vegetables.
The temperature is too low now, and potatoes and sweet potatoes can't withstand it at all.
These two things might be their staple food in the future, so we couldn't treat them unfairly. It didn't matter if our own stoves were out, but the heating for the staple food couldn't be cut off.
Jiang Muyun wiped the snow off his goggles and said, "Why do I feel like the wind is getting stronger?"
Although the mountain road here has been repaired, it is still different from the regular road built with cement bricks.
In winter, wearing too much clothing makes it difficult to move, and there may be ice on the ground that has formed at some unknown time, so they have to be careful when moving. In addition, the snow is now blocking their vision, so they have to stop from time to time to wipe the snow off their windshields, and their speed is as slow as a turtle's walk.
"Woo." Xiaobai, who had also been busy all morning, shrank closer to Jiang Muyun's legs. Jiang Muyun slipped and was almost knocked down by it.
"Be careful." Chu Buwen followed Jiang Muyun. Seeing her being squeezed by Xiaobai, he quickly reached out and hugged her: "Not only is the wind picking up, but the snow is also getting heavier."
Chu Buwen didn't need to say this, everyone felt it.
If a few seconds ago anyone was wondering whether the snow on the goggles was blown there by the wind or if the heavy snow had come again, now the answer to this question is there.
After a gust of wind passed, almost in an instant, snowflakes fell vertically on them, burying the road in front of them, which they could originally see clearly, into the same color as the surroundings.
A strong wind suddenly arose, and the loose snow particles were carried all over the sky by the wind. In just a blink of an eye, Jiang Muyun's figure was submerged in the wind and snow.
If he hadn't been holding Jiang Muyun's arm, Chu Buwen would have almost thought that Jiang Muyun had disappeared from his sight.
Chu Buwen was about to speak when he found Jiang Muyun holding him with her backhand. The force was so strong that Chu Buwen subconsciously stretched out his other hand to find her: "What's wrong? Are you hurt?"
Jiang Muyun's voice was vaguely heard in the wind and snow: "Han Chao! Hold me, get down the mountain quickly!"
If you encounter such an accident in a low-temperature environment, the safest thing to do is to immediately find a sheltered place nearby, use the existing supplies on your body to replenish your body heat, and find ways to warm up the environment, rather than continuing to risk moving in the wind when visibility is lost.
But these are not ordinary times.
Apart from clothes and snow shovels, they probably only carry magnesium rods and some topical medications.
Jiang Muyun and Chu Buwen carried guns wherever they went, and they also had the habit of putting two candies in their pockets in case of emergency.
How could they possibly survive the cold wave that lasted for days relying only on these things?
Chu Buwen's attention had just been on Jiang Muyun, and he didn't notice anything unusual around him, but that didn't mean his brain was also covered by the snow.
He immediately held Jiang Muyun tightly with one hand and reached back with the other: "Zhao Jiahao? Zhao Jiahao! Grab the people in front and behind, let's go back quickly."
Jiang Muyun was also shouting the same words.
This cold wave is completely different from the cold waves people used to know.
In other words, the severity is completely different.
In Jiang Muyun's eyes, it is concrete.
Just as the wind during a sandstorm is turbid yellow, the air during a cold wave is condensed white.
Jiang Muyun's body, which had just been warmed up from shoveling snow, turned cold in an instant.
She could clearly feel the pale wind blowing across her body inch by inch, stripping away the heat from her body piece by piece.
There is no visibility anymore.
The snow particles mixed in the wind stuck to the goggles and covered everyone's eyes. It was no different from them walking forward with their eyes closed, but no one dared to take off the goggles.
The tiny crackling sound of snow particles hitting the goggles was like a cold wave whispering threats in their ears.
They all held each other tightly.
That's what they thought just a few seconds ago.
But now, they are not sure.
Jiang Muyun wore two layers of gloves when he went out.
One layer is a warm glove filled with down, and the other layer is a windproof and waterproof leather glove with thick fleece inside.
But she could no longer feel her own hands, so she could only keep exerting force to ensure that Chu Buwen behind her did not get separated from them.
Jiang Muyun turned his head and used the edge of his hat to wipe off some of the snow piled on his goggles, trying to see the situation outside clearly.
But it's no use.
The sky is gray, the ground is gray, and the wind is gray.
Jiang Muyun could not see any color except the red gloves that were faintly visible in Wang Qingqing's hand.
No, there are still some.
Xiaobai was struggling to move forward.
But with the help of strong winds, the snow accumulated too quickly.
Xiaobai is quite tall and strong. When he dug into the snow, he made a big hole and couldn't get out.
"Xiaobai, come back. You don't have to find the way." The lower half of Jiang Muyun's face was tightly wrapped in a scarf. Her voice was not loud due to the scarf and the wind and snow, but it was loud enough for Xiaobai to hear.
Xiaobai whimpered twice, but still not giving up, he plunged into the snow on both sides of the road which had not been cleared yet.
Unexpectedly, the snow, which was originally somewhat loose, had been frozen solid in the low temperature at the moment. Xiaobai failed to jump onto the snow, but instead pressed a hole in the snow and knocked himself dizzy.
Jiang Muyun was holding people with both hands, so he could only lift his legs to try to hook Xiaobai back.
Xiaobai turned around twice on the spot, and after smelling a familiar scent, he came over reluctantly, and finally nestled at Jiang Muyun's feet again.
"No, the road ahead is, cough cough, blocked--" Qin Shiwu's intermittent voice came, and stopped abruptly before he finished speaking.
When the few of them came back, Qin Shiwu was the one walking in front. He had just taken advantage of the snow on both sides of the road that had not been cleared yet, and he was groping his way forward with everyone.
But now, it’s blocked?
How come it is blocked?
Could it be that when they were clearing the snow on the mountain, the snow thrown down the mountain blocked the road?
Jiang Muyun just tried to wipe the snow off his goggles when he was knocked off balance by the sudden gust of wind.
Jiang Muyun felt his breathing stagnate at that moment.
She loosened her hands without a care in the world, pulled down the tightly covered scarf, covered her mouth and nose with both hands, lowered her head and shouted sternly: "Cover your mouth and nose! Don't cover it with the scarf! Use your hands!"
Jiang Muyun could no longer hear her own voice. She didn't even know if she had made a sound successfully. She could only roar with all her might to convey the message.
"Squat down and keep your head down! Wait until this moment is over before you go!" Chu Buwen's voice was equally strange, and even had a sharp tone at the end.
Jiang Muyun and Chu Buwen didn't need to explain. Everyone understood why they did this the moment they tried to ask or respond.
Because it will be blocked.
The temperature was too low. The moist, warm air they had exhaled from their mouths and noses that morning, carrying their body temperature, condensed directly on their scarves in the extremely low temperature.
The scarf became a torture device tailor-made for them, fastened tightly to their faces, blocking all moisture in their mouths and noses, and allowing the low temperature to squeeze out their breathing space bit by bit.
But the moment the scarf leaves their mouth and nose, the dense snow particles in the sky will suddenly become weak, and with the tiny airflow driven by inhalation, they will rush into their nasal cavities, so unbridled that it seems as if they want to drill directly into their bones.
There is no way to speak.
As long as the slightest crack appears on this warm body, the grayish-white wind will carry Blue Star's extreme malice and try to invade this body.
Wang Qingqing just wanted to respond to Jiang Muyun when she heard her almost hoarse voice.
But when she tried to open her mouth to speak without any obstruction, she felt that her mouth disappeared.
Wang Qingqing hurriedly covered her mouth and nose with her hands to block the wind and snow outside, and it took her a while to find her tongue again.
She closed her lips and even felt a thin layer of ice that had not yet melted on the tip of her tongue.
Wang Qingqing inappropriately thought of a funny video she had seen before, in which a man was licking a piece of iron outdoors in the northern winter, and his tongue got stuck on the iron and couldn't be pulled off.
She had always wondered what that felt like.
But she thought she understood just now.
And I know a little too much.
She was licking a piece of iron there. Did someone stick an iron fist into her mouth?
Wang Qingqing squatted on the spot, using her palms to create a space for herself to breathe.
If her clothes weren't too thick, she would have buried her entire head in her knees.
She didn't know how much time had passed.
The physiological tears that oozed from the corners of her eyes had piled up into a strangely shaped ice cube. As Wang Qingqing blinked, it fell with a click and swayed in her goggles.
Wang Qingqing moved her palms, and she seemed to hear a crackling sound coming from them.
Is it a piece of broken ice that gathers in the palm of your hand?
Was it the moisture from her breath? Or perhaps the snowflakes that had gotten in at some point?
Are humans really warm-blooded animals?
Wang Qingqing thought in a daze.
If they are truly warm-blooded, then isn't the heat in their bodies their own?
Why couldn't they beat the whistling cold wind, and could only watch helplessly as the wind ripped the warmth out of their bodies and took it away, and then feel their bodies go from cold to stinging in despair, and finally lose consciousness bit by bit, but they were powerless to do anything?
Wang Qingqing fell face down with a thud. Because she was wearing too thick and tight clothes, she looked like a ball. She even rolled on the ground before stopping when she hit the frozen snow wall on the side of the road.
Some of the snow on the outside of the goggles had been rubbed off just now. Wang Qingqing raised her head in confusion and trembling, and saw a pair of leather gloves groping towards her, then pulling her back.
Jiang Muyun covered his mouth and nose with one hand, waved the other hand forward, and then took two steps forward as a demonstration.
It had been a while since they stopped.
The wind was so strong that they covered their mouths and noses with their hands and were unable to get up and walk for a while, so they could only squat down to stabilize their center of gravity and take shelter temporarily.
But the temperature was getting lower and lower. If they continued to stay where they were without moving, they would definitely lose sensation in their limbs.
It is said that people will die if they suffer from hypothermia in the wild for three hours.
But Jiang Muyun, who had experienced the cold wave, knew that it would not take three hours.
From losing consciousness, to having his mouth and nose blocked by ice and snow and suffocating his breathing, to losing the ability to compete with the cold wind for warmth, he turned into a lifelike ice sculpture.
Three minutes is enough.
Wang Qingqing nodded, crawled back to the team with difficulty, and moved forward little by little in a squatting position.
She could no longer feel her body, and she didn't even know whether her limbs were obeying her brain's commands.
The only thing that could make her feel at ease was the occasional tingling sensation in the soles of her feet and fingertips.
This made her realize that her limbs were still there.
Jiang Muyun saw that she was a little unconscious. He struggled to search his pocket for a long time but couldn't find the candy. So he simply took out a piece from the space under the cover of his pocket.
She wore two layers of gloves, and her fingers were not very flexible. After being tormented by the low temperature, Jiang Muyun felt that she was no different from Doraemon - she had fingers, but they were not obvious.
Jiang Muyun held the candy between his teeth and brought it to his mouth. He trembled and tore at it several times before finally biting open the outer packaging of the candy. He almost dropped it on the ground several times.
Jiang Muyun took two steps forward and stuffed the candy into the space between Wang Qingqing's hands and chin.
Wang Qingqing's mind was a little dull, but her body's instinct drove her to chase something that could provide her with heat, and she bit the small thing that was stuffed into her palm.
The rich aroma of milk and the cloying sweetness filled her mouth, and the tiny amount of calories provided by the milk candy brought Wang Qingqing back to her senses.
Before she had the time to look at Jiang Muyun, she was forced to lower her head again in a gust of biting wind.
The moving team stopped soon.
Qin Shiwu had said before that the road ahead was blocked and it was impossible to tell the direction by touch alone.
Just when Jiang Muyun signaled to continue moving forward, Qin Shiwu had an idea and began to feel the snow surface directly.
Since the road was blocked by the snow they had shoveled down from the mountain, the snow surface could not be flat.
Relying on this point, Qin Shiwu really found the difference.
He struggled to determine the shape of the snow that was blocking the road, and bit by bit he created a path that he could barely squeeze through.
Unfortunately, not long after we started walking, the same dilemma arose again.
This time it was not the accumulated snow that blocked the road, but the depression in the snow that represented the way home had been filled up again by the snow blown in by the strong wind.
If their vision was good, or if their sense of touch was still sharp, they would be able to tell where the snow was newly blown and find the right direction.
But they had nothing.
Jiang Muyun didn't know what the temperature was now.
She only knew that the snow that had fallen just a few minutes ago and the snow that had fallen last night had already frozen to a certain hardness.
It was their now almost numb limbs that were unable to judge any difference in hardness.
Xiaobai rubbed Jiang Muyun and took two steps to the side.
It’s not accurate to say that he took two steps. It would be more accurate to say that he scratched the snow wall twice.
Jiang Muyun patted Wang Qingqing and motioned her to follow him.
Wang Qingqing regained his composure, understood what Jiang Muyun meant by his gesture, and went to find the person in front of him.
Jiang Muyun saw that Wang Qingqing understood, and turned around to look for Chu Buwen.
They had just moved in the snow and wind. Jiang Muyun couldn't see where Chu Buwen was, so he had to lower his center of gravity as much as possible, lean forward with his upper body, and stretch out his hand to grope behind him.
Unexpectedly, she raised her hand too high and touched Chu Buwen's head directly, and subconsciously patted it twice.
Chu Buwen helplessly followed the direction of her arm and slowly moved closer to Jiang Muyun.
Only when both of them could see the dark figure opposite through the goggles that had wiped away the snow did Jiang Muyun retract the arm that was guiding him.
It was much easier to communicate with Chu Buwen. Jiang Muyun waved her hand and pointed at Xiaobai. Chu Buwen understood what she meant and then turned to find other people.
Jiang Muyun squatted there, moving back and forth like a potato spirit, trying his best not to let his limbs become stiff.
It was not until Chu Buwen and Wang Qingqing came over and took pictures of her, indicating that they had arrived, that Jiang Muyun lifted Xiaobai onto the snow.
If there is any way for them to survive this cold wave, it must be the snow that has been frozen hard quickly.
Although Xiaobai still makes a hole every time he steps on the snow, at least he can walk normally and won't fall directly into the snow pile.
Jiang Muyun and the others who followed behind were in an extremely miserable state.
The wind was so strong that they could not walk upright in the snow. They could only cover their mouths and noses with one hand and barely keep their balance with the other hand. They almost rolled and crawled all the way, and finally the group of people fell into the warm cave like rolling gourds.
Li Anxuan, the last one to enter, slammed his body against the door panel. The wooden board wrapped in a quilt blocked the cold wind, and he stayed in this position without moving.
He was not the only one who did not move after entering. Everyone was lying there gasping for breath.
They have never realized as deeply as they do today that breathing is such a luxurious and difficult thing.
Jiang Muyun didn't know how long it took before he straightened his arm, which had regained consciousness, and put it down.
She wanted to get up and check the stove, but found that her legs had not yet recovered from the connection with her brain. She could only piece together her body parts with Chu Buwen, who was also disabled but determined, and barely complete the process of checking the stove.
According to the information provided by Chu Buwen, the flame in the stove looked to be on its last legs. They'd better get a few flammable thin wood chips to keep it alive before adding more firewood.
Zheng Xiang and Wang Qingqing, who were leaning against the pile of firewood, struggled to get out the thin wood chips and firewood, and then pushed them towards Jiang Muyun. In the middle, they were passed by Qin Shiwen's foot, and finally reached Chu Buwen's hands.
Chu Buwen brought wood to Qin Shiwu and Zhao Jiahao. Qin Shiwu and Zhao Jiahao, who were leaning against the stove, worked hard to put out the fire and finally rekindled the dying flame.
The temperature of his body gradually rose. Jiang Muyun took off the Doraemon transformation device on his hand with difficulty, and found his fingers that had just become unclear. He took off his goggles shiveringly, and just as he was about to speak, he couldn't help coughing twice.
There was always hot water on their stove. Chu Buwen moved to the side of the stove and accurately picked out Jiang Muyun's enamel cup with a panda man's evil smile printed on it from a pile of various cups. He poured a cup of water for Jiang Muyun that just covered the bottom of the cup, shook it twice, and then handed it to her.
Jiang Muyun checked the temperature and found it was about right, so he picked up the enamel cup and drank it with great enthusiasm.
After taking a sip of water, Jiang Muyun was finally able to speak fluently.
She looked at Zhou Ying expectantly: "Sister, our Ah Tu and Ah Hong, do you think it's time to put an end to them?"
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