Chapter 53: Chronicle of the Sixties 13
Walking 20 kilometers in an outdoor temperature of nearly ten degrees below zero is a huge test for both the medical staff who have never experienced the cold and the thousands of prisoners.
Feng Wu had already put on the dog-skin hat he had bought from Brother Zhou, and had several woolen scarves wrapped around his neck. He was wearing thick cotton-padded clothes, cotton pants, and leather cotton shoes, and he wished he could tie himself up like a bear.
This kind of attire is not conspicuous among the female nurses. The female comrades in the medical team walked in groups of three or four, supporting each other and walking on the thick snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow.
Everything was white, and the soldier walking in front of the team was holding a compass in his hand to determine the direction.
Behind them was a dark and endless line of prisoners, all of whom were dressed very lightly.
Zhong Hansong patted his grandson's shoulder and said distressedly: "Nanting! Put me down, I can still walk by myself."
Gao Nanting stopped and shook the old man on his back, just smiling and saying nothing. His grandfather looked okay, but if he really had to go out by himself, he would be frozen to death in a short while.
Sun Qi, who was standing by, wrapped his cotton coat tightly around him and carefully supported the old man. Upon hearing what the old man said, he laughed, "Old man, you're slapping me and Brother Ting in the face! Don't worry, if Brother Ting gets tired, I'm here for you! You can rest easy! It's so cold out here, and we can keep each other warm by hugging each other."
Gao Nanting rubbed his frozen hands, blew a few breaths of hot air into them, and glanced at the team from time to time. Seeing that his beloved girl was dressed warmly, his heart was relieved.
His little girl looks very fair and tender, so she must not get frozen.
Snowflakes were flying all over the sky, and the north wind was blowing across my frozen skin. After walking for a while, my body was covered with a layer of snow that had not melted in time. The snot that flowed out of my nose turned into crystal icicles, and my eyebrows and eyelashes were frozen into frost.
Some prisoners, who were only wearing thin cloth shoes, had their feet frozen purple and red.
The team did not dare to stop because in the white sky, one or two wolf howls could be heard occasionally.
The soldier on guard held his gun and had to do two things at once: not only did he have to monitor the prisoners in the team, but he also had to be on the lookout for wolves that might rush over.
Feng Wu heard a wolf howl as a signal to call its companions, and turned to look in the direction of the howl. Under the cover of wind and snow, Feng Wu's vision was limited, and his spiritual sense beyond a thousand meters was of no use.
My eyes fell on the hands of the soldiers on guard outside the team. They were basically holding Type 56 submachine guns and Type 56 semi-automatic rifles. With these hot weapons, they would not be afraid of large-scale wolf packs.
The fear is that some desperate prisoners will create chaos when the wolves attack the team, which would be a big trouble.
A battalion of soldiers with guns escorted a group of several thousand people, which means that one soldier would have to manage six to seven people on average. If there really was a riot...
Feng Wu looked back at Grandpa Song and the others in the team. They were wearing plush vests and pants that Feng Wu had secretly stuffed in their clothes so that they wouldn't freeze to death. Her spiritual sense was locked on a few of them so that if anything unexpected happened, she could go to rescue them immediately.
After walking for nearly three hours in heavy snow, the team encountered various problems. With more than half of the journey still to go and it was getting dark, it would be very dangerous to spend the night in such an open wilderness.
Huang Lianyun looked at the endless snowy road, bent down, grabbed a handful of snow from the ground, and rubbed it vigorously in his palm. He was so depressed that he wanted to curse. He angrily brushed off the thick snowflakes on his hat and grabbed his guard, "Gangzi, the abandoned military factory is too far from here. These prisoners are physically weak. Is there a place nearby for them to rest?"
The guard said with a bitter face, "Battalion Commander, it's all white here. We can't tell the directions even if we find a place!" Moreover, he heard several wolf howls. If these creatures rush over in groups, it will be no joke!
Thousands of prisoners are not united. If anything happens, they cannot afford the consequences.
Spraying off the snowflakes that had fallen on his lips and exhaling a thick wisp of white mist, Huang Lianyun tilted his head to glance towards the middle of the team, "Go call your instructor over. This won't work. He's well-informed and must have a plan!"
Guard Gangzi proudly adjusted the brim of his hat, smiled showing his white teeth, turned around and ran away, the snowflakes brought up by his heels looked like exploding white fireworks.
Instructor Han Qian was gesturing constantly on a military strategic map of H Province, his gaze scanning the surroundings. Hearing the battalion commander was looking for him, he felt a sense of relief. This journey north was fraught with difficulties, but fortunately he had taken a number of precautions.
"...Are you saying that there is an air-raid shelter abandoned during the Anti-Japanese War in this mountain range? Are you sure?" Huang Lianyun asked while holding a map.
"It's certain that, due to the nuclear threat from Country S, the country was placed on Level One combat alert. You've forgotten how resounding the slogans were back then."
Huang Lianyun suddenly understood what was going on and blurted out the slogan, "Dig deep, store up food, and don't seek hegemony." The dark-skinned man patted his instructor's shoulder happily. "Haha... Damn, there's always a way out! Old Han, you really are the mastermind of our battalion. I'm at ease with you around."
Han Qian wiped away the big hand on his shoulder with great disgust and rubbed it, "The place is nearby, the question is how do we find it?"
Han Qian pointed helplessly at a snowy field.
Feng Wu's eyes flickered when she heard the conversation between the two, and her spiritual consciousness slowly spread from under her feet with her as the center.
Feng Wu did not find any cave to hide in within a radius of one kilometer. It would definitely not work if he continued searching slowly.
"System, can you search for nearby air-raid shelters?"
Fan Tuantuan felt a little embarrassed. It was a rare occasion for the host to ask for its help. "Host! Well, I can only track the line in the small world with the Internet..."
It is just a primary task system, responsible only for accepting tasks from clients and space travel. The biggest plug-in is just a hacker in the online world.
Feng Wu was not disappointed with the result. "It's alright, go read your melodramatic novel!"
system:"……"
What's so melodramatic about the novel it reads?
Host, you can despise my ability, but you cannot despise my taste!
I turned to the cover and looked at the big golden words on it - "One Hundred Ways to Conquer the Charming Uncle", and felt proud. This is a literary masterpiece that stood out from big data in the last century. It is said that those who read it will find their ideal partner 100%.
Humph, the host really doesn’t know what’s good!
This is clearly a scientific and rigorous guide to love strategies. As long as you learn these one hundred methods, you can definitely win the heart of the charming little brother Long Aotian!
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