Chapter 1770 White Hair Storm, is the big camphor tree going to be destroyed?
"Tell me what you think?" Song Zhihong sat down on the chair and looked up at Deng Wen.
Deng Wen was a meteorologist who had previously joined the Oil City and was later introduced to the headquarters of the Dazhangshu Base as a talent.
Deng Wen said solemnly:
"Dean Song, based on our research over the past six months, natural disasters cannot be judged by common sense, but I found that many of these natural disasters are gradual."
"It took nearly a month from level 3 wind to level 6 wind. The second blizzard took only a week from level 3 wind to level 6 wind, and less than three days from level 6 wind to level 8 wind."
"So I think the subsequent wind will definitely increase. We must be well prepared for defense."
Song Zhihong waved his hand, "I know everything you said."
"The key point is that we must know how much the wind will reach, so that I can report it to the city lord."
"I don't know either, but we must be prepared for the worst." Deng Ben shook his head.
Song Zhihong sighed. This was the difficulty of their Natural Disaster Research Institute.
There was no way to give a detailed, specific and accurate prediction.
"However."
Deng Ben changed the subject and continued:
"However, once the wind force reaches level 10, even if there is a wall blocking the Oil City, it will still produce a white-hair wind storm surge."
"In that case, people's visual range will not exceed three meters. I suggest that all outdoor activities be suspended, and snow shoveling and snow removal work be suspended. Otherwise, people outdoors will definitely get lost and can't come back."
"If the wind force reaches level 12 or above, then the things outdoors in the Oil City, such as coal and vehicles, may be blown up by the hurricane."
"Therefore, I suggest that it is safer to tell the city lord according to the worst plan and take precautions as soon as possible."
Song Zhihong glanced at Deng Wen in surprise.
Song Zhihong knew the white-hair wind he was talking about.
That refers to strong winds, cooling and snowfall, which is also called "blowing snow" or "snowstorm" in meteorology.
When the white-hair wind blows, snow accumulates everywhere. The strong wind rolls the snow on the ground and the snow falling from the clouds all over the sky. The ground and the sky are all white, and visibility is extremely poor.
In the worst case, visibility is only a few dozen centimeters.
Even if a person stands in front of you, you can't see him, just like a blind person.
There is nothing you can do about it. The terrifying white-hair wind will bring a lot of snow and blow over. People can't even move an inch, let alone be on duty.
When it's dark, you can still see with a flashlight.
But in the white-hair wind, turning on the flashlight is useless.
There is only one way to judge the surrounding environment, relying on hearing.
But in the fierce storm, the sound of wind and snow is huge, and shouting can be heard at a closer distance.
It is covered by the sound of wind and snow at a farther distance.
In this environment, the best thing for them to do is to stay indoors and not go anywhere.
Song Zhihong got up and took his coat, scarf, hat, and gloves from the hanger. These are the four essential sets for them to go out from indoors.
Whenever they entered the room from the outside, they would take off the four-piece suit first.
The temperature in the room was more than 20 degrees, and the temperature outside was more than 70 degrees below zero, with a temperature difference of 80 degrees.
"Let's go, come with me to find the president." Song Zhihong took down his things and said to the two people behind him.
Deng Wen hurriedly followed Song Zhihong out.
Walking out of the Natural Disaster Research Institute, the snowplow outside was still driving.
The speed of the snowplow was much slower than usual, and all the fog lights were turned on.
The wind has become stronger recently. If the driver drives too fast, he can't see the situation in the distance and may hit someone.
So he slowed down the speed.
Looking at the passing snowplow, Song Zhihong's eyelids jumped.
He thought of a terrible consequence.
If the white hair wind lasts too long and the people in the room can't come out to remove the snow, then
How thick will the snow be when the white hair wind passes!
Moreover, the amount of snow in the white-hair wind itself is astonishing, and the white-hair wind will blow up the snow on the ground due to its strong wind. Then the camphor tree base
Just thinking about it briefly, he was a little chilly.
What to do?
He lowered his head and pondered while walking towards the outer city administrative building.
The intercom said it was inappropriate.
This kind of thing must be said in front of the president to make it clear.
And this matter is too important.
Ten minutes later.
They arrived at the first outer city administrative building.
The icicles under the eaves of the administrative building hung down along the eaves. The icicles were nearly 1 meter long and looked like door curtains.
Someone next to him was hitting these icicles with a stick to prevent them from falling and hitting people on the head and causing injuries.
Song Zhihong walked to the door, broke off a small piece of icicles, put it in his mouth as an ice cube, and chewed it.
Walking such a distance in clothes made him sweat a little.
Eat a piece of ice to cool down.
He went upstairs with ease and found the president's office.
Standing at the door of the president's office, Song Zhihong had not yet figured out a solution to the worst-case scenario he had just thought of.
His palms were full of sweat, and he scratched his palms with his fingernails.
He tidied his hair a little.
He took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
Knock knock——
"Come in."
Song Zhihong pushed the door open and entered. His second uncle was writing and drawing on the table, with a magnifying glass in his other hand.
He seemed to be looking at a map.
"President." Song Zhihong came in and spoke.
Hearing Song Zhihong's voice, the second uncle paused.
Recently, there have been many troubles for him, and he mostly told them to solve them by themselves.
I thought it was something about the burst water pipes in the outer city.
But Song Zhihong came to him, it was definitely not a good thing.
The second uncle put down the magnifying glass and pen in his hand.
He asked solemnly: "What happened?"
He could see that Song Zhihong looked nervous, which did not look like a good thing.
Song Zhihong said seriously:
"Minister, the wind force has reached level 8 now, and it is growing rapidly. It may continue to rise later. At that time, it may give rise to white hair wind. If it is serious, it may produce a hurricane."
The second uncle heard the words and got up from his seat.
He lost his voice and said: "Hurricane!?"
He had experienced a hurricane storm, and he was deeply impressed by that hurricane.
The big trees outside were uprooted, and if people stood outside, they would be blown away by the wind.
It is still blizzard weather now. If there is a hurricane, the second uncle can't imagine the scene.
I thought it was just an ordinary blizzard, but now it has risen to a hurricane.
Song Zhihong looked solemn and continued:
"The hurricane is not what I am most worried about. What I am most worried about is that if the white hair wind blows, the outdoor snow removal work will not be able to proceed, and even the wall guard will not be able to continue."
"And I don't know how long the white hair wind will last. Under the white hair wind, the blizzard will be flying, and a lot of snow will blow into our base. I am worried that our base will be covered by snow."
Boom!
After hearing what he said, the second uncle sat down on the stool.
His eyes widened, and his eyes were full of fear.
So scary!
Damn!
Song Zhihong never comes here on weekdays, but this time he came and used a big move!
Song Zhihong pointed at Deng Wen, "Deng Wen, tell the president in detail your ideas and the wind direction and trajectory you found."
"Okay."
Deng Wen nodded and said to his second uncle:
"President, the wind direction is scattered now, but it is mainly north wind."
More than ten minutes later.
The second uncle was stagnant in place, his mind was a little confused.
It turned out to be so serious? !
Although Song Zhihong has always emphasized that this is based on past natural disasters and has no scientific basis.
Moreover, they are talking about the worst case scenario.
It is also possible that the wind force will stop at about level nine later.
No one can say for sure.
But.
They, Da Zhangshu, have always prepared for defense according to the worst plan.
According to what Song Zhihong and others said, if the white hair wind continues for a week, the terrifying amount of snow will be ten times the current snowfall.
One week.
It only takes one week.
The buffer city wall will become as high as the snow outside, and the buildings of the buffer city and even the greenhouses will be covered with snow.
Under the white-haired wind, they couldn't shovel the snow.
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Even if you shovel snow, it won't be as fast as the snow.
You just finished clearing the snow, and in a few minutes, the ground was covered with a thick layer of snow again.
You can't sweep it all, and you can't shovel it all.
The second uncle took a deep breath and stabilized his mentality.
"Close the door, sit down, pour yourself a glass of water, and I'll make a call."
Deng Wen and the other two looked at each other and sat on the chairs in the reception area.
The second uncle picked up the intercom and made an emergency call.
"Minister Liu, I have a major situation here, I need you to come over to discuss it."
"Xiao Lu, I have something to do here, please come over quickly."
"City Lord, Song Zhihong from the Natural Disaster Research Institute has made a major discovery, SSS level."
"Yes, it's very important, it concerns the life and death of our base."
The second uncle used the intercom to contact the eldest uncle and Li Yu. After calling them, he immediately turned on the radio on the table.
Urgently contact Oil City and the North.
"This is the Management Committee of the Camphor Tree Base. I am Li Hongda."
"Well, quickly transfer to your Minister Li, Luo Sanchang, and Ju Tianrui. I have something urgent to find them. Ask them to come online and find me immediately."
"Northern Territory Communications Office, find Xiao Jun and Li Haoran immediately, ask them to come online immediately, I have something to find them, urgent!"
After communicating all this, the second uncle put down the headset.
The second uncle's meeting room is not small. There is a coffee table, a row of sofas behind it, and a chair on each side of the sofa.
There are also a few stools opposite.
Second uncle's desk is at the back of the room, and on the wall hangs a calligraphy written by Qing Yuan: "Xin Yan Zi Ran".
In the office.
Xiao Gao sat halfway on the chair, sipping hot water.
He was a little nervous.
He was just a small researcher at the Natural Disaster Research Institute, and was assigned to be an assistant under Deng Wen.
The people the president had just called with ease made him secretly frightened.
The people the president contacted were the most powerful people in the Da Zhangshu base:
The city lord, the highest leader of the Da Zhangshu camp.
Li Hongqian, the head of the military department, is currently the person in charge of the branch base Oil City.
Liu Jianwen, the deputy head of the military department, is currently the military leader of the Da Zhangshu headquarters base.
Luo Sanzhang, a military subordinate, is the director of the Operations Department and is in charge of the most hardcore combat brigade of the Dazhangshu base. The Operations Department is the absolute core force of their Dazhangshu forces.
Ju Tianrui, a military subordinate, is the director of the Civilian Armed Forces Department and is in charge of 20 Civilian Armed Forces brigades and 4,000 armed combat personnel.
Lv Cheng, a military subordinate, is the director of the Security Department. He directly commands the internal security brigade, patrol team, and assault team.
Xiao Jun, a military subordinate, is the captain of the elite fifth team of the combat brigade and is also the general manager of the North Territory.
Li Haoran, the Ministry of Internal Affairs, is the internal supervisor stationed in the North Territory and coordinates all matters related to the internal affairs of the North Territory.
These eight people can be said to be the real power holders in the three places of Dazhangshu headquarters base, Oil City, and the North Territory.
According to his identity as an assistant researcher of the Natural Disaster Research Institute, it is difficult for him to meet these people on weekdays.
If Deng Ben had not dragged Song Zhihong's relationship today, and he had not dragged Deng Ben's relationship, he would not have been able to meet the president at all.
He was a little excited when he thought about having a meeting with so many big guys later.
Oh my god, it's too high-end.
A group of big guys, and I'm just a rookie.
It feels so exciting.
This excitement diluted his worries about the subsequent white-haired wind disaster.
He believed that with so many big guys here, it would definitely be solved.
Moreover, in his eyes, the camphor tree has always been very powerful, and it has survived so many natural disasters.
This time, it should also be.
Just as he was thinking about it, Song Zhihong, who was sitting on the sofa opposite him, was also thinking hard about how to solve the snow problem.
If the white-haired wind brings so much snow, what should the camphor tree base do?
The white-haired wind has a characteristic that it will try to smooth the ground and reduce the height difference.
Now the snow outside the wall is more than ten meters high. If it weren't for the buffer city wall blocking the snow outside, the snowplows would have been clearing snow day and night these days, and the camphor tree base would have been covered and buried by the snow.
In the white wind, the snow outside will be blown up to the sky and fall down.
Let the thickness of snow inside and outside the camphor tree base level out.
What should I do?
Let’s not talk about the buildings, let’s talk about the greenhouse.
What should I do with the crops inside after they are covered and buried by the snow?
What if the situation lasts too long and no one takes care of the crops?
Where should the people hide?
It’s so cold.
Heavenly Bodhisattva!
Inner city.
Li Yu sat in the secret passage under the basement, looking at the heavy snow outside.
After receiving the message from his second uncle, he stood up expressionlessly.
He picked up the thermos cup beside him and stood up and walked upstairs.
Thinking about things in his head, he walked to the changing area in the compartment at the door of the villa.
He put on a thick snow coat, a hat and sunglasses, and tied his scarf tightly.
Wearing heavy snow boots and a pair of thick gloves.
He opened the garage of the villa and rode out a snowmobile.
This snowmobile is cool black, powerful and handsome.
With Li Yu's outfit, it looks a bit cool.
Click!
Li Yu put on a snow helmet, boom boom boom.
Start--
Drive straight to the outer city.
Under the blizzard, the small electric donkeys produced in the base are not working well.
The battery is affected by the temperature, and the battery life is reduced by 50%.
While riding, the wind is blowing.
Li Yu is thinking about what preparations to make.
Every time there is a big event, there is a calmness. The bigger the challenge, the calmer Li Yu is.
He knows that if this time is not handled well, even the big camphor tree land may be destroyed.
Let's not talk about destruction, if it is not handled properly, it will definitely be severely damaged!
After all, if the base is buried by tens of meters of snow, what about people, crops, livestock, etc.?
However, Li Yu does not seem to have such worries.
He does not seem to think about this kind of thing at all, and his mind is full of how to solve these problems.
In the crisis, he seemed to be a different person, without the internal friction of the usual days.
He completely became a calm thinking and execution machine.
He only made the right decisions.
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