It is no worse than the northeast, there is no severe cold of minus 30 or 40 degrees, and there is no unimaginably thick snow.

With snowboards, white camouflage, and experience in the snow and cold since his first rebirth, he thinks it's enough.

In fact, the desire to kill does not only come from Shen Chen's uncertain conjectures and judgments, but also from the most instinctive call, from the most personal feelings, and the persistence of not being a walking corpse and lingering in a muddy manner.

Resisting Japan, fighting devils, and killing traitors are the themes of the era in which Shen Chen lived.

As long as you are in that tragic era, standing at the fork in the road of national survival, as long as you don't escape, you will have the most real and instinctive impulses.

Open your eyes, and you will see the deepest wound of a nation: under the gloomy sky, the homeland is burned by evil? A woman is chased and humiliated by an orc? Compatriots mercilessly killed? Fathers and villagers were forced to bend their knees under obscenity?

If these still don't stir up your hatred and don't arouse your motivation, then there's nothing to say.

The snowflakes blown by the wind fluttered in front of his eyes, and the white hood only showed his eyes, which not only provided the protection of camouflage, but also made Shen Chen's attention more focused.

It was also this increasingly heavy wind and snow that allowed Shen Chen to lurk about three hundred meters away from the enemy's watchtower.

Looking up, you can see the bunker on the bluestone ridge above the slope, the barbed wire fence is arranged along the cliff outside the bunker, and there are sentries patrolling non-stop, and this flaw behind the cliff is obviously made up.

But Shen Chen changed his goal and wanted to attack the watchtower on the hillside that served as an early warning.

The place where Shen Chen is located is in the same direction as Qingshi Ridge, a small forest facing the main road, and there is a natural deep ditch from the hillside where the watchtower is located.

The trees and other obstacles around the watchtower have been cleared, and the view is very open, and it is difficult to sneak attack. But for long-range sniping, there is also an unobstructed range of fire.

The north wind blew through the woods, and the snow fell from time to time, and Shen Chen, who was in the upper wind, was more convenient and easy to observe than the watchtower and the sentries outside the watchtower.

Because if the enemy looks here, the wind and snow will go straight to the face, and the eyes will be squinted, and there will be a feeling of chaos and vastness. Moreover, it is easier to shoot with a tailwind and a headwind than an oblique wind.

The sentry was dangling outside the watchtower, and Shen Chen was not in a hurry to make a move. He was not satisfied with having traveled so far and killing only one.

All, he's going to have to wait a little longer, waiting for another enemy to come out of the watchtower. Or change the guard, or go to the simple thatched house next to the building.

The distance has been estimated three times, and the wind speed and direction have not changed. Shen Chen once again put the target into the crosshair, squinted his eyes and imagined that if he pulled the trigger, the enemy would fall to the ground.

Waiting is boring, but rewarding. People came out of the watchtower, wearing cotton coats and hats, and hurried to the thatched house.

Shen Chen didn't aim at this guy, but slightly corrected the gun and re-aimed at the sentry.

It is said which one to hit first, which one to hit later. After beating the sentry who moves slowly with a gun, the guy in the hut may not even have his pants up, and there are more opportunities and more time to clean him up.

"Smack!" The sound of gunfire pierced the monotony of the snowy night, and the long-awaited shooting, the long-accumulating bullets, the sentry fell on his back, and the gun in his hand was thrown out.

Quickly pushing the bullet to load, Shen Chen aimed at the door of the watchtower. He could not see the enemy in the hut, he had to wait for the enemy to come out, and the frightened enemy would probably run back to the nest like a rabbit.

He guessed correctly, the sleeping enemy in the watchtower had not yet risen, the enemy in the pillbox on the hill was not sure whether it was a fire or a suspicious target, the enemy in the hut had already screamed out in fright, his coat was thrown off, and he fled towards the watchtower with his pants on.

"Smack!" Shen Chen gently pulled the trigger, the body of the gun stepped back briskly, and the enemy who fled to the door of the watchtower seemed to have hit the bullet himself, fell headlong, stretched out his hand to the door, and grabbed it twice in vain and then fell silent.

Moving laterally, Shen Chen quickly shifted his position, allowing the trees to cover himself as much as possible, as well as the bullets that might come from him.

Although it was unlikely that he could be spotted by these two shots, he was very cautious.

Shots rang out, the machine guns in the watchtower erupted tongues of fire, and the awakened enemy, not knowing the location of the attackers, just fired in a panic, firing at all possible places.

This is not so much about killing the attacker as it is an instinctive reaction, or a vent.

The pillboxes on the hill were also firing indiscriminately, and at such a distance that their actions were more like they were joining in the fun, or deterring the attackers.

Shen Chen hid in the snow nest, hid well, and unhurriedly replaced a full magazine, only the dead leaves and snow balls that were knocked down by bullets from time to time on his head interfered with him a little.

The gunfire was intense for a while and then thinned out, and the enemy could not find the exact target, but the shooting was more focused, and the suspicious places were not missed.

Although he also knew that the chance of hitting was not high, he still hoped to use this deterrent shot to drive the attacker away.

Shen Chen was unmoved by the enemy's tricks, wrapped his clothes tightly, and hid in the snow nest, the animal skin under his body provided him with warmth, and he estimated that he could hold out for another hour.

Killing is both instinct and fate, but it also has an addictive, exhilarating feeling. Who is God, who decides life and death, at the moment of aiming and detaining, the power to probe life and death is undoubtedly in Shen Chen's hands.

Yes, he is the master of life, the judge of evil and good, who can cause the enemy to die in an instant.

Wait an hour and go back to rest if you don't have a chance. Shen Chen glanced at his watch and set a time for himself.

If you really have to spend it, let alone an hour, Shen Chen believes that three hours is okay. But he didn't want to make himself so tired, so hard, so desperate.

The dark snowflakes kept falling, and in the silence that gradually became quiet, Shen Chen seemed to hear the vague and indescribable friction sound.

The sound of falling snow flakes is not so much a feeling, but a staggered activity of motes that fills the sky and covers the earth.

His breathing and heartbeat became steady, Shen Chen looked up, and at first he felt as if the dark clouds had all flown away, and only the flying snow covered the sky.

The gunfire stopped completely, and the enemy, like the flying snowflakes, seemed to be hesitant and hesitant, not to fall or fly, but to not come out.

As the minutes passed, Shen Chen quietly flashed his gaze from among the trees, staring at the watchtower, staring at the movement of the enemy.

Half an hour passed, and the enemy in the watchtower did not move; Forty minutes, forty-five minutes......

The puppet army wanted to wait until dawn, but the Japanese advisers inside the watchtower did not think so. This kind of cringe made him feel very humiliated, just a cold gun, he trapped them, and he didn't even dare to patrol or even go out, which was really disgraceful.

Besides, after such a long time, the attackers should have been gone long ago, fleeing long ago when the guns were fired, leaving only tension and terror to torment them.

Under the reprimand and strict orders of the Japanese advisers, the two puppet soldiers came out of the watchtower trembling and trembling, one by one hunched and bent back, holding a gun and not knowing where to point.

The two corpses on the ground had been covered with a thin layer of snow, and the blood that flowed out was also cold, mixed with the snow, becoming viscous and spreading and flowing.

Two puppet soldiers examined the corpse and reported the situation loudly. What else to check? Those who are already dead are just dealing with Japanese advisers.

Three-minute, five-minute ...... Shen Chen pushed out the gun and finished aiming, but he didn't buckle the plate. He wanted to wait a little longer to see if there was anything more worthwhile to come.

The safety of the puppet army apparently relieved the enemy inside the watchtower, even the Japanese advisor, though he didn't believe that the attackers would wait so long in the snow.

The Japanese adviser urged the three puppet soldiers to come out together, resume patrolling and standing guard, and he came to the corpse to judge the exact location of the attacker from the wound.

That's this guy! Shen Chen took a deep breath as he aimed at this guy who didn't carry a spear and behaved completely differently from other puppet soldiers. At the same time, his gaze swept quickly, and he roughly determined the next target.

Gently pulling the plate machine, Shen Chen felt the force of the gun body retreating briskly and pressing on his shoulder, he didn't need to observe whether the target was shot, but quickly pulled the bolt, pushed the bullet to load, moved the muzzle slightly, and aimed at the next target.

In just a second or two, when the puppet soldiers heard the gunshots, the Japanese adviser had already been shot and fell to the ground, and Shen Chen was ready to shoot again.

"Smack!" The puppet soldiers heard a second gunshot, but they had just reacted when the bullet was already flying and burrowing into the chest of another target.

Screaming, scurrying, lying down, hiding, the survivors had their own actions, and the machine guns that had been on guard on the watchtower rang out.

Although he didn't see Shen Chen's shadow, the enemy still had gains and progress compared to the original, and the general direction and location were found.

Lying in the snow, Shen Chen moved slowly, first horizontally, using trees to provide cover; Then there is the longitudinal direction, he climbs and retreats, from high to low, and he can feel the change in the topography of the forest.

It wasn't until he was sure that he had reached a safe area that he got up, straightened his body, and quickened the evacuation.

It was a wonderful feeling, and Shen Chen seemed to be able to feel the power that filled his body, as well as spiritual pleasure.

Although it was a little unbelievable for Shen Chen, who had been trekking and waiting for several hours, it was true, his steps were so brisk that even he was surprised, and his heart was surging with continuous joy and pleasure, and his emotions were high.

……………

The snow stopped for two days, but the white still seemed infinite and unique.

The kiln lay frozen in white, and even the roads, walls, and trees that had been blackened with coal dust had changed color.

At the end of the day, Erdan returned home, with a smile on his face, a flatbread on his body, and money hidden in his shoes.

He is not a very aggressive child, which is different from Xiaomao.

Although his sister told him that he could go to Liucun to sell charcoal, he didn't want to go because he was not very sure.

But Xiao Mao was worried that it might also be because of the fire and tofu ball soup. When the charcoal picked up was enough for a certain amount, Xiao Mao ran to Liucun.

Erdan couldn't help it, so he had to reluctantly go back with Xiaomao. And then—

"This is, this is the money that Da Mei brought in?" My aunt is unbelievable, this roll is worth fifty or sixty yuan, and Erdan even bought a flatbread by the way!

"Yes, this is what my sister left at Uncle Zhao's house, and Aunt Zhao secretly gave it to me." Erdan was very proud, "Xiao Mao is stained with me, and the little charcoal he picked up was sold at a good price." ”

"Alas, people are not looking at your sister's face, this must be what your sister told others, good charcoal is just an introduction, let you run, just to get money back to help the family."

The aunt is an adult in the end, and her mind is much more careful than that of a child, and she will understand what is going on after a little thought.

Erdan blinked, thought for a while, and said hesitantly: "Then I should go by myself, right?" Isn't it good to have a little hair? ”

"A basket of charcoal can have a few dollars, and Xiaomao's family is also very difficult, so don't think too much." The aunt said with a wry smile: "Da Mei said it in front of the two of you, that is, I don't want to avoid Xiao Mao." When you two go out, you're always taking care of you. These years—alas! ”

"Auntie, I and Xiaomao have agreed on the road, and we will go to the mine to dig charcoal together tomorrow." Erdan smiled at Xiaohua, who was sitting by the fire chewing flatbread, "My sister can earn money to support the family, and so can I." ”

The children of the poor are in charge of the family early, and Erdan is really uncomfortable when he sees his aunt often dragging her thin body out to beg for food and drink.

He felt that he should find a job to do, and he grew up in the mining area, but he had to go down to dig coal.

"No way!" The aunt replied: "Look at your uncle who has fallen so badly in the mine, we would rather beg for food for a lifetime than let you drill into that black hole." You didn't listen to the words sung by those miners, one sold smuggled salt and the other committed copying, and thousands of roads were cut off before the black charcoal was ......"

After a pause, the aunt continued: "Besides, with your sister taking care of you, your uncle's illness can continue to be treated." Now that I'm able to walk around on the ground, I'm so good that I can't support my family? When you are young, you can make money by picking some charcoal, or going to the mine to pick copper moraines. ”

"Am I still young?" Erdan was a little unconvinced, "Picking charcoal and copper moraines, those are all children's work."

"Listen to my aunt." The aunt continued to persuade bitterly: "That mine is a big mouth that eats people, how many people go in the morning and don't come back at night?" If you have a mistake and Da Mei comes back, how will we explain it? ”

After a pause, the aunt put the money away and continued: "With this money, our family can survive the New Year." If you want to go down the well, after you are a year older, you will talk about it, or wait for your sister to come back and see if she is happy or not. ”

"Brother, you listen to my mother's words, don't drill into the black hole, it's scary!" Xiaohua swallowed the food in her mouth and said a little vaguely.

Erdan lowered his head a little frustratedly, stayed for a while, and then he muttered and said: "Then I will go to Xiaomao's house and talk to him, and I will make an appointment with others and change my hexagram......"

"Go, go and come back quickly, the meal will be ready in a while."