By the time Fugui and the others panted and trekked more than ten kilometers to their destination, the moon was already above the sky. The wind showed no sign of stopping and was still roaring miserably in this quiet night. Only the cold crescent moon shone palely, slantingly illuminating this quiet mountain village.
The strong wind was still strong, mixed with icy snow foam, like huge hands that kept pushing towards them. The hot air that Fugui exhaled from his mouth and nostrils immediately condensed into layers of frost flowers, freezing around his collar, just like a silver scarf wrapped around his neck that was red with cold.
He silently observed the surrounding environment. Today is New Year¡¯s Eve. In the brightly lit village, sporadic firecrackers can be heard from time to time, echoing in the empty and cold snowy fields.
Outside the village is a low and uneven beach. The original deep ravines turned into high snow hills. The strong wind swept all day, and the waves of the snow ocean that had been churning calmed down a little, and they looked like circles under the pale moonlight. ripples.
Fugui tied his belt, but he still felt cold. The strong wind kept lifting the corners of his clothes, stuffing the cold air and snow foam into his collar, making him feel like he was standing naked in the cold wilderness. , shivering constantly.
The wind was so strong that apart from the roar of the wind, it seemed that if you were not careful, you would be blown away without a trace by the strong wind. He couldn't hear other sounds, he could only see Li Ming using hand gestures to instruct his comrades.
Fugui found a ravine on a hill to hide in, and picked up the gun to check the movement of the mountain village through the sight. This is a pastoral area, and the situation in every village is similar. Because of the Spring Festival, this mountain village seems to have a more intense New Year atmosphere. Almost every house has a red lantern hanging at the simple doorway, swinging violently in the strong wind.
The village looked very peaceful, with the hazy moonlight shrouding the entire village. The bare trees outside the village swayed shadowily in the dim moonlight, and the fallen snow spread into strips of snow mist in the wind. The bundles of hay were like monsters, showing their ferocious faces to him.
In the middle of the night, the wind finally died down, but Fugui felt even colder. The strong wind just now pushed the snow on the gully onto him, and his whole body was buried in the drifting snow. His body no longer seemed to be his own. He opened his mouth, but the muscles on his face seemed to be frozen, numb and uncomfortable.
The most terrible thing is that it feels like someone has chopped it open with an axe. The pain is unbearable. Snot is constantly rolling on the tip of the nose, itching, and after a while, it falls drop by drop on the snow.
He turned around and shook off the floating snow covering his body, but it felt like his back was open, and the cold wind kept hitting his spine. His whole body hurt as if it was falling apart, and he was too soft to lift any strength.
His mind was groggy, and he felt that everything in front of him was gradually becoming blurry
It wasn¡¯t until the first ray of dawn lit up in the sky that he vaguely heard the order to retreat from his comrades, then he steeled himself and followed his comrades back to the hotel that was the warmest to him.
As soon as he returned to the hotel, he fell down on the bed. Although his comrades burned the fire brightly and covered him with two fur jackets, he still felt cold, as if he had crawled into an ice cave naked and his whole body was frozen. Gotta tremble.
"What's wrong? Have they caught a cold?" A less concerned voice came from his ears. However, he really didn't have the strength to answer him. He just wanted to keep himself warm now, but waves of cold air kept hitting him, making his limbs sore and weak.
When he regained consciousness, he found a towel on his forehead and several leather jackets covering his body. The quarrels of the comrades were so distant.
He wanted to dissuade them, but he really didn't even have the strength to speak. After a long time, he felt someone carrying him on his back, followed by the sound of a car's motor.
He didn¡¯t know how long the bumps lasted, but the car finally stopped. After a while, a figure swayed in front of him, and he felt a pain in his arm. "Can you infuse? Be gentle." It was Du Lei's voice. Then he felt a cold liquid spreading down his arm and throughout his body.
After a while, the car swayed a few times, and those familiar figures jumped on the car. Although Fugui couldn't open his eyes, he could feel a pair of caring eyes looking at him.
"Isn't he just an armed police lieutenant colonel? What's so awesome about him? Do you believe that he can beat him up if he pisses me off?" It can be heard that Xiao Yu, who has just jumped into the car, is full of resentment in his words.
¡°I don¡¯t believe it!¡± was the laughter of the comrades.
Then came the angry roar of Li Ming: "Guardians, what are you talking about? Can you get in the car? Let me tell you, everyone from the special team is coming with me, what responsibility do I have?"Don't worry, nothing will happen without you. "
Fugui felt vaguely from their words. Maybe his comrades found the border police station and had a quarrel. He wanted to get up, but his whole body was still sore and he had no strength. He sighed and fell asleep again
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