Chapter 1777 Three Thousand Meters of Snow a Day
Hurry--
The white hair outside the window was scraped violently, and nothing could be seen outside, and he could only see the vast white.
Even if the window is closed, the wind outside can still be heard.
It is distressed.
Inner city residential building, the cannon lay on the window and looked at it for a while, and looked at the blizzard outside worriedly.
"Min, do you say this Blizzard is so big, what should I do if we buried us too?"
"Cold." Song Min rolled his eyes and continued to sleep.
As an outer city director, she is very busy on weekdays.
It ’s like the director of the artillery.
Now Bai Maofeng's weather, time seems to be pressing the suspension. She can stay in the room to rest in the room without doing things.
The residential buildings they live in are very strong. As long as they do not open the door, if the heating and ventilation systems do not have problems, they can persist in the room for a long time.
In the room, they received enough food for ten days.
If the white hair of this intensity is more than a week, they can only be rescued after the white hair wind passes.
They set up the internal guard brigade and commando in the cave in the mountainside of the Greater Zhangshu Base. These players can come out of the cave as soon as possible after the white hairs are over to dig out and rescue work.
At present, the internal health brigade of the Da Zhangshu Base Headquarters is led by Li Haoxian, and the commander of the commando is Li Tie.
The cave area of the inner mountainside is limited, and it can only accommodate the next part of the person. In addition, some of the snow shovel equipment must be placed, so you cannot accommodate more people.
Due to the high geographical location, the cave on the mountainside is relatively low.
They undertake the same tasks as those on the three walls. After white hair, they rescued the snow shovel to dig out the people buried under the snow.
Inside the cave.
Li Tie was sitting on a excavator, watching the people in the cave playing there in the wrist, holding a walkie -talkie: "I know, I will wait for the elder brother to notify you at any time."
Since he is in the cave, after the cave door is closed, he knows nothing outside.
When did he go out, he heard Li Yu's order arrangement.
The sound insulation effect of the cave is very good. The snowstorms of tsunami outside the mountains, they can hardly hear any sounds in the cave.
The wind is raging, and the world is white.
Lai Jiaqi, who was on duty in the monitoring room, looked at the white flowers in the camera and could not see anything.
The screen in the monitoring room is three quarters of the dark.
All the cameras were dismantled, and the cameras left were all in the key position, and reinforced protection was performed to prevent being blown down by the wind.
But in the weather of white hair, all the screens are white, and snowflakes are like densely flowing sand, full of the entire screen.
Lai Jiaqi walked to the monitoring hall for a while and turned back to the small room next to him.
Pull out a box from the bed.
After seeing the tablet in the box, his eyes were looking forward to unlocked and opened, opened the screen, found a classic TV series, and watched the TV series with interest.
She leaned against her pillow and her legs crossed, very relaxed.
No one cares about her now, and she is responsible for the monitoring hall.
At this moment, don't worry that there will be a sudden inspection of the above leaders.
Being in the warm room, watching the classic TV series before the end of the end, the storm outside seemed to have nothing to do with her.
Cold wind pierced.
At this moment, the temperature outside reached a terrible minus 85 degrees.
People who stay indoors are not clear about the situation outside.
Anyway, watching the white piece outside.
Up and down the big camphor tree base, some people are afraid, and some people are calm as old cows.
Overall, most people are rotten.
In the weather of white hair, there is nowhere to avoid.
The horrible storm snow will bury everything.
If the duration is short and end within ten and a half months, they can survive.
But if it lasts for a long time, there is no way to hide anywhere.
The horizontal and vertical roads are dead.
Time slowly passed.
The thickness of the snow within the Big Camphor's Base is slowly increased, and the thickness of the snow in six hours has reached 1 meter deep. This is the snow thickness that can be formed in three days in the past.
Petroleum City.
Trading market residential area.
301 on the third floor of Building 18 Building C.
Xiao Zhao watched the nailed window, walked to the door, and opened a gap carefully.
But just opened this gap, and the violent wind blew away the door.
He knocked him down on the ground.
Hurry--
The wind and snow blew the whole room.
"Mist!"
"Xiao Zhao, what are you doing!" Sun Dali got up from the bed, and quickly ran to the door, holding the door back to the top.
Gu Yu Yuntao and others behind also crawled over to help. They couldn't stand up. The wind was too big.
The cold air outside suddenly rolled up, which instantly reduced the temperature in the room to zero instantly.
"I shout one, two, and three, and close the door together."
"One, two, three!" Sun Dali shouted, and four or five people worked hard together, which closed the door difficultly.
Click click to click-
They pulled three horizontal bolt.
Then pushed the only locker in the room to the door.
After the door door was closed, the indoor temperature gradually rose due to the heating of the room.
They were not wearing much, and just a moment ago, the room was full of snowflakes.
"What are you doing? Didn't I say you can't open the door?!" Sun Dali yelled at Xiao Zhao.
The floor of the room was covered with a layer of snowflakes, and as the temperature rose, the snow on the floor melted and became wet.
"I want to go to the toilet," Xiao Zhao said with some guilt.
"Here!" Sun Dali brought an iron bucket over.
Xiao Zhao looked at everyone's eyes and lowered his head in embarrassment.
The room was not big to begin with, and there were four bunk beds with only an aisle in the middle.
Except for a little space near the door, he had no place to go to the toilet.
And he couldn't let go of going to the toilet in front of everyone.
As if he saw what he was thinking, Sun Dali scolded:
"What's there to be embarrassed about? The broadcast said that we should not open the door or the window. Are you going to kill everyone by opening it?"
"And how can you get up outside? It's so windy outside. If you go out, it will blow you away."
Xiao Zhao realized his mistake, raised his head and said guiltily: "Brother Sun, I know I was wrong."
Sun Dali pulled a piece of cloth from the bed and clamped it between the cabinet and the bed frame to form a barrier.
"Isn't it better this way?"
Then he turned his head and looked at everyone, saying in a warning tone:
"I repeat, you are not allowed to open the door or the window. The white hair wind weather has not passed. We have to eat, drink, defecate and urinate here! Do you hear me?"
Everyone nodded quickly and said, "I know."
The snow on the wall has covered the entire wall, and the height has reached the height of the parapet, parallel.
As long as the guards in the sentry tower open the door, the snow outside will slide in.
In the fierce wind and snow, the sentry tower is still strong.
In the trading market and the oil city, the street lights were frozen into popsicles, and the signs in the commercial district were also frozen, with a thick layer of frost on the surface.
Everywhere you look, it's all white.
In the oil city.
Uncle San sat on a chair, using his computer to look through the information about the white-haired wind weather.
Behind him were Li Zhengping and Liu Jinglue.
Because the white-haired wind this time was too terrifying, for the sake of safety, he brought them both to his side.
Apart from all other identities, he is the elder of the two.
He must be responsible for the safety of the two.
"Uncle San, what are you reading?" Li Zhengping asked while cracking melon seeds.
"I'm reading information about the white-haired wind. After all, the base's database is limited. I've been looking for so long, and I've only found a few introductions to the white-haired wind weather." Uncle San released the mouse and sighed.
In the past Internet era, as long as you enter the three keywords of white-haired wind into the search bar, you can find a lot of information about white-haired wind, including text, pictures, and videos.
But now we can only search according to the existing data packets.
There is really limited information about the weather of white hair wind.
Li Zhengping threw the melon seed shells in his hand into the trash can, picked up the cup on the table and drank two sips of water.
No mistakes, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!
"Uncle San, why is this natural disaster getting more and more terrible? I thought the previous thunderstorm disaster was already terrible, but I didn't expect this white hair wind to be even more terrible. What do you think we should do if we encounter a more terrible natural disaster in the future?"
Uncle San turned around, thought about it and said:
"Your eldest brother said that after this ice disaster is over, we will take over the northwest and seize the northwest meteorite. At that time, we may be able to figure out the cause of the natural disaster and find a way to end the future natural disaster."
"The natural disaster is related to the meteorite?" Li Zhengping said in surprise.
Uncle San glared at him, "You always get distracted in meetings. Haven't we talked about this in several meetings before? You didn't listen carefully!"
Li Zhengping scratched his head and sat on the sofa a little embarrassed.
Uncle San didn't say anything more to him, and turned off the computer with some melancholy.
At this point, we can only leave it to fate.
Such a big snowstorm, even if it ends, the later work of clearing the snow is huge.
This God really doesn't want us to live.
M City.
Oriental Pearl, the middle sphere position.
Yu Qiang looked at the white hair wind outside and was still frightened.
He thought to himself, fortunately he didn't insist on going to the oil city.
Otherwise, in this weather outside, they couldn't survive an hour outdoors.
The room was full of tables, chairs and benches, which they moved in from the restaurant outside.
He rubbed his hands and exhaled a puff of white mist.
Tentively ran to the campfire to warm up.
He didn't know how many degrees it was outside, but now even next to the fire, they were shivering with cold.
The breath he exhaled was all white steam.
"Brother Qiang, when will this end? Why do I feel like staying by the fire now is almost the same as being locked up upstairs before?" Spotted man He Wenjie complained.
Little Radish Head said:
"Is it already minus 100 degrees?"
Zhuang Qian wrapped his coat tightly and said shiveringly:
"It shouldn't be that bad."
Everyone was chatting with each other. They were in no mood to play mahjong or table football in the entertainment area.
It was too cold.
Little Radish Head suddenly noticed that the old man hadn't spoken a word and kept his head down.
He quickly pushed the old man, "Master Liu, Master Liu."
Everyone focused their attention.
Old Liu is sixty-nine this year. Although he looked healthy before, he is old after all and cannot endure as much as the young people like them.
"Is he dead?" He Wenjie said with some fear.
Zhuang Qian stood up, walked in front of Old Liu, and nervously put his hand on the nose of Old Liu.
Half a minute later.
His face became more and more ugly.
"How is it?" Yu Qiang asked anxiously.
Zhuang Qian shook his head.
"He's gone."
He took Old Liu's hand, which was hard and cold. It was unknown when he died.
"Alas"
"Master Liu, he's dead?" Little Radish Head couldn't believe it.
Two hours ago, Old Liu was still chatting with him.
He woke up and he was gone?
It was too sudden, and he died next to him without any call.
Yu Qiang sighed, "Let's take the old man's body away."
He stood up and took a tablecloth from the dining table.
Several people wrapped the body of Mr. Liu and put it by the window.
The team had just been formed, and one person died.
Everyone was in a low mood, sitting by the campfire and staring at the flames in a daze.
Zhuang Qian picked up the cup and wanted to drink water, but found that the water in the cup had long been gone.
He climbed up and said to everyone:
"There is no water, I'll get some water to drink."
He walked to the window with an iron bucket. The window could only be opened one-fifth, and the upper position was stuck.
Only a small gap could be opened.
He pushed the window handle up a little bit.
Swish, swish, swish——
The wind and snow blew in violently, and he held the iron bucket to cover the gap, and it was filled with snowflakes in a short while.
After it was full, he held the handle with both hands and pulled it down hard.
Creak——
The window was closed by him.
As expected of the window of the Oriental Pearl Tower, it is still very strong even after so many years.
He carried the iron bucket and directly placed it on the fire.
The accumulated snow melted little by little under the burning flames.
They stared at the flames and snow in a daze.
Their eyes were blurred and absent-minded.
In the wind and snow, many survivors hiding in various places seemed to have their brains down. There was nothing in their minds, and the temperature seemed to have frozen their thoughts.
The camphor tree base.
Inner city villa.
It was rare for them to gather together like this, and the whole family was playing lively in the entertainment area in the basement.
The younger generation played billiards in the billiard room, the older ones played cards or mahjong in the chess and card room, and some people ate snacks and watched big-screen movies in the audio-visual room.
Like Li Yu's grandfather and grandfather, they found a relatively quiet place to play chess and drink tea.
Li Keai really likes the lively atmosphere. She runs around, makes a fuss here, and makes trouble there. She is very excited. Until she is tired of making a fuss, she falls asleep on the sofa and is carried to the bed in the room by her mother.
Li Yuze and his second uncle go upstairs.
Looking at the snow piled up outside the window, his second uncle sighed:
"The white hair wind has only been over for one day, and the snow is more than three meters thick."
(Seeking monthly tickets)
