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It was too windy outside and they had to walk.

When Fugui and others panted and rushed to their destination for more than ten kilometers, it was already hollow on the moon. The wind showed no signs of stopping. On this quiet night, it was still roaring shrillly, only the cold crescent moon, emitting a bleak light, slantingly reflecting this quiet mountain village.

The strong wind was still mixed with cold snow foam, pushing them hard like huge hands. The hot air spurted out of Fugui's mouth and nostrils immediately condensed into layers of frost flowers, frozen around his collar, just like a silver scarf surrounding his red-collared neck.

He silently observed the surrounding environment. Today was New Year's Eve. In the brightly lit village, the sound of firecrackers echoed in the open and cold snow fields.

Outside the village is a low and uneven beach. The deep ravines turned into high snow hills. The strong wind swept through the whole day. The tumultuous waves of the snow ocean that had been churning slightly calmed down, and under the pale moonlight, they looked like ripples.

Fugui tied his belt, but he still felt cold. The strong wind kept lifting up the corners of his clothes, and stuffed a stream of cold air and snow foam into his collar, making him feel like he was standing naked in the cold wilderness, constantly shivering.

The wind was too strong, except for the roar of the wind, it seemed that he would be blown away by the strong wind by accident. He could not hear any other sound, and could only see Dawn constantly directing his comrades with gestures.

Fugui found a gully on a mound hidden, and picked up his gun and checked the movements of the mountain village through the sight. This is a pastoral area, and the situation in each village is similar. Due to the Spring Festival, the atmosphere of this mountain village seems to be more intense. Almost every family is hanging a fiery red lantern at the simple door, swaying violently under the strong wind.

The village looked very peaceful, with hazy moonlight covering the entire village. The bare trees outside the village were shaking under the bleak moonlight, and the falling snow drifted into snow mist with the wind. Bales of haystacks were like monsters, showing their hideous faces to him.

In the middle of the night, the wind finally gradually became smaller, but wealth felt even colder. The strong wind just now pushed the snow on the gully onto him, and his whole body was buried by the floating snow. His body seemed to be no longer his own. He opened his mouth, but the muscles on his face seemed to be frozen, making him feel numb and uncomfortable.

The most terrible thing is that I feel like someone else cut it open with an axe, the pain is unbearable, and the snot keeps turning on the tip of the nose, it itchy, and it falls drop by drop on the snow in a while.

He turned around and shook off the floating snow covering his body, but he felt like his back was open. The cold wind kept hitting his spine, and his whole body felt as if it was dispersed. He couldn't lift any strength.

His mind was drowsy, and he felt everything in front of him was gradually becoming blurred...

It was not until the first dawn lit up in the sky that he heard the orders of retreat from his comrades in a daze that he was forced to cheer up and followed his comrades back to the warmest hotel for him.

As soon as he returned to the hotel, he fell to the bed. Although his comrades burned the fire very vigorously and covered him with two leather coats, he still felt cold, as if he had penetrated into an ice cave naked, and his whole body was trembling with cold.

"What's wrong? Did they catch a cold?" A voice of concern came from his ears. However, he really didn't have the strength to answer him. He just wanted to warm himself up a little now, but a stream of coldness kept hitting him, making his limbs sore and weak.

When he was a little conscious, he found a towel on his forehead and several fur coats covered with heavy leather jackets. The quarrels between his comrades were so far away.

He wanted to dissuade them, but he really didn't even have the strength to speak. After a long time, he felt that someone was carrying him on the car, and then the sound of the car's motor.

I don’t know how long it took to bump, but the car finally stopped. After a while, a figure swayed in front of his eyes. He felt his arm hurt. "Do you know how to inject fluid? Be gentle." It was Du Lei's voice. Then he felt a cold liquid spread throughout his body along his arms.

After a long time, the car body shook a few times, and the familiar figures jumped into the car. Although Fugui could not open his eyes, he could feel a pair of caring eyes looking at him.

"Isn't it just a lieutenant colonel of the armed police? What awesome one? If I annoy me, do you believe it?" It was obvious that Xiao Yu, who had just jumped into the car, had a lot of resentment in his words.

"Don't believe it!" was the laughter of his comrades.

Then there was Li Ming roaring angryly: "Look at the warehouse, what are you talking about? Do you still get on the car? Tell you, everyone in the special forces team will follow me, I will bear the responsibility alone, and you will have nothing to do."

Fugui felt vaguely from their words. Maybe his comrades found the base of the border armed police, and they had a disagreement. He wanted to get up, but his body was still sore and sore that he had no strength. He sighed and fell asleep in a drowsy manner again...

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