The time of the seventh day was just dawning.

Almost only the first light on the horizon, at the moment when it had just been lit up, Song Yong, who was sleeping in a small nest, had already woken up on time.

And this kind of thing, almost every day in the recent times, will happen at the same time.

All the reasons are because Song Yong has too much pressure in his heart, which is related to thousands of lives and hundreds of families.

He, the supreme commander, can't sleep like a dead pig without heart and lungs.

Because he was worried about waking up the gardenia who was still asleep beside him, Song Yong put on his clothes with light movements and walked out of the nest.

As the supreme commander of the outpost, he still enjoyed special treatment at the request of his subordinates:

With the two of them, they lived in the smallest nest of less than ten square meters, which was considered to be the two people with the widest living area in the outpost.

Considering that Gardenia is a girl, it's really inconvenient to live with other people.

Song Yongcai accepted such preferential treatment, the preferential treatment of being able to lie on the ground one night and sleep with his hands and feet straight.

After walking out of the nest, a morning breeze that was far colder than usual blew over, making Song Yong feel energetic after being a spirit.

Looking at the vast white expanse in front of him, there was a layer of snow about five or six centimeters, and there were snowflakes falling on his head and face.

Song Yong reacted at this time: it was snowing, and the cold winter season of the primordial era plane had finally arrived.

No wonder in his sleep last night, he felt that it was cold like never before, and instinctively, he almost shoved the gardenia he was holding into his chest.

It's snowing, winter is coming, and the temperature drops to minus a few degrees Celsius during the day.

But even so, it doesn't mean that everyone in the outpost can hide in the den and do nothing, just use a good cat winter.

On the contrary, because of the daytime temperature, it finally reached a few degrees below zero.

A big project that Song Yong had been planning for a long time was once again in full swing here at the outpost:

Take the sand and water the city, and build a taller, stronger wall of sand in the area outside the wooden wall, within the moat.

Long before, in the process of digging the nest and building the moat.

A considerable amount of soil was produced, and the soil that had been dug up and loosened once had not yet been completely frostbitten by the low temperature.

The overtime work has started again.

It has to be said that as long as the relevant conditions are met, this way of watering and building the city still has amazing efficiency.

When piles of dirt are piled up, even if the snow has just boiled for a short time, it is poured on top of the sand, and it quickly becomes very strong.

Anyway, once during the period, Song Yong stupidly took a sharp spear and stabbed it with a shot.

The specific result, the sincerity is like the old hand-me-down, hard as iron, and can only be pierced into a small shallow pit.

In other words, this kind of wall is much stronger and more durable than a wooden wall.

And in the course of this day, among the primitive people and natives under his command, there were finally three sick numbers.

Fortunately, through Song Yong's inspection, they were only because of the long-term high-intensity work and the harsh climatic environment.

After the cold, all three of them had a cold and fever.

In a temporary vacated basement that had been used as a makeshift ward.

Song Yong fed them a modern antipyretic ibuprofen pill from the medicines he brought over, as well as a large bowl of banlan root Chinese medicine made from local materials.

After sweating profusely, the fever of the three sick patients quickly subsided......

On the ninth day, at about three o'clock in the afternoon.

In the past, not long after the afternoon began, the sky here at the outpost was already faintly dark.

After the Primordial Age Plane was in winter, the time of darkness was so fast.

The night has become incomparably long, and the duration of the day has become often not fully guaranteed even ten hours.

In the sky, there is often a large black cloud with no end in sight, and it is pressed on the top of everyone's heads.

In the whiteness, it brought the creatures living under the dark clouds a feeling of upset and inexplicable depression.

The only thing that brings you a little good news is that Gardenia, the only girl in the outpost, after Brother Yong reacted, boiled out a jar of fat with a little fat left over some time ago.

The fat that is a little yellow and brown in color is not used for food and nutrition for everyone.

It was a small amount of grease that each person had been given and smeared on the faces that had been blown out in the cold wind, full of small cuts.

In this way, at least you won't get frostbite on your cheeks again.

Therefore, these oils can be regarded as solving a lot of practical troubles for everyone.

The only small problem is that because the amount of oil is quite limited, after allocating it once, it is not multiplied, and everyone has not been able to wash their faces in the recent time.

Because when you wash your face, how can more oil be distributed to them?

But it's not a big problem, the outpost is also a gardenia girl, and this gay woman exists who they don't even dare to have the slightest idea.

Anyway, it's all a group of big men, what does it matter if you wash your face or not?

The natives, whose faces were covered with a layer of oil, were still busy against the biting cold wind and a mid-snowfall that lasted for more than a day.

They are busy, and they have also had a good harvest.

A frozen wall more than six meters tall and covered with slippery ice, which could not be climbed by human beings, appeared beyond the original wooden walls of the outpost.

With this strengthened version of the wall, all the fortifications are completely completed......

On the eleventh day, Song Yong, who had completed all the preparations for the battle, did not wait for the expected army of savages.

Whenever he ascended the wall, the tall watchtower held up his binoculars, and all he could see was snow all over the ground, and nothing appeared except for the occasional flash of a small beast.

Even in spite of the snow, those solar charging panels are extremely ineffective.

In the interval when the snow stopped, he used the drone to start reconnaissance, but after the drone flew around, there was no ghost shadow in the feedback picture.

It seems that the two wild men who escaped really failed to escape back to their habitat to report the news.

Such a situation is naturally the most popular thing for Song Yong and the coalition troops.

They didn't mind at all, so they were bored and chatted in the ground, and survived this long winter.

But even so, Song Yong still drove these people who had just taken a day off.

It was the natives who had regained a little physical strength and spirit that started a new toss again:

Hunters from outside the Grey Rabbit tribe who didn't know how to ski began to make a simple ski tool for themselves.

Then, in the snow outside the outpost, I began to practice this skill of skiing.

It's not that Song Yong is idle and bored in the nest in the winter, but he really thinks about these dirt buns and their precious lives.

Although the possibility of the appearance of those savage armies is already unlikely.

But in case in the next few days, they still show up.

When a large army arrives that are beyond their ability to resist, how can they evacuate and run faster in such a snowy environment than skiing?

Therefore, from ten o'clock in the morning of this day, there were constantly shouting and screaming natives.

From the top of the knoll, I slid all the way down.

Often halfway up the slope, these guys fall into an ugly.

It's just that there is a thick layer of snow, and with the rough skin and flesh of these primitive people, nothing can be done, but the laughter of the great masters resounded outside the city walls.

In this snowy area full of white, there is a hint of not so moving color.