The night of strong winds changed the appearance of the earth again, the roads were gone, the ditches were gone, the weeds and shrubs were gone, and the trees on the side of the mountain were only the tops of the trees, which shook gently with the breeze.

The smoke bubble lasted for seven or eight hours, blowing all the unsheltered snow on the plains to the side of the mountain and piling up in a place where there was a blockage.

In front of the barracks in Baoqing, the armored vehicles were gone, the houses in the barracks were gone, and there were snow flutes from the wind (piao four sounds) everywhere, like frozen waves, with peaks, valleys, and rolling waves. The turret showed a half-meter-high shadow on the snow, marking the location of the barracks, otherwise, there would really be no shadow of the barracks here.

The Japanese soldiers in several barracks woke up early, and the Japanese soldiers who had changed guards outside the barracks got into the barracks from the snow, and the snow particles poured into the houses with the cold wind, and they knew that they had to do work.

So, putting on the cold clothes and pants that were still damp and cold, they went out of the house, used a shovel to open the door, cut a path in the snow, and after a few meters, exposed their bodies, went straight to the position of the splitting wrench, and went to the snow to find unburned firewood.

The incessant fire had burned out the house, and they had to get up early to warm up the house, which had begun to cool down.

However, they searched several places in succession, but they found nothing to burn under the snow except for the frozen coke.

As they got busy, more and more Japanese soldiers got up. On the snow, black dots are like sand crabs crawling on the snow-white beach, clumsily peeking out from under the snow, and then dripping with a person deep in the snow, where to find burning wood.

Outside the camp, the Japanese soldiers on duty were already standing on top of the armored vehicles, and they did not dare to move around at will, because the snow here exceeded two meters, and once they fell in, it would be difficult to climb out smoothly.

A Japanese soldier tightened his hat and clenched his hand in his gloves into a fist to warm up his frozen and white fingers.

He had just stretched out his fist-clenched hand, ready to push the cotton hat that covered his eyes, but suddenly his body shook, and then he slumped on the snow shell, and then smashed the hard shell and sank.

Several companions next to him turned their heads in surprise, and were about to reach out to pull him, but they all shook and fell crookedly on the snow.

As they fell, not far away, on a dozen armored vehicles that could stand people, those Japanese soldiers fell to the ground one after another, some lying on the armored vehicles, and some fell into the snow next to the vehicles. Their fall made bright red flowers bloom on the snow.

In the barracks, the Japanese soldiers who were trudging through the heavy snow did not know what was happening in the distance, and still rummaged for wood in the snow with their memories, occasionally finding a piece of wood with ice that had not burned out, and they were so excited that they couldn't get excited.

A Japanese soldier with a face covered in snow held up a piece of wood with a charred end and a head full of ice to show off to the others, and the soldier who was rummaging for firewood not far away raised a cloud of snow and skimmed it at him, laughing and laughing.

Perhaps overjoyed, the soldier with the splitting wrench fell into the snow while dodging the snowball, causing the soldiers in the distance to laugh.

In the midst of laughter, the bodies of the soldiers shook and fell, and behind them, patches of bright red.

"Enemy attack!!"

The first Japanese soldier who found out that something was wrong shouted, so he lay down in the snow and rushed down the deep ditch that he had come out to the barracks. Not many people reacted, because they didn't see the dead and didn't hear the gunshots. However, they soon learned that something had happened to them, that there was an enemy attack, because they felt the pain of the moment the sharp object burrowed into their heads, but there was nothing more.

With the panic, one by one the Japanese soldiers fell to death in the snow, and patches of red flowers bloomed one after another when they fell.

The thumping of gunfire rang out as the first Japanese soldier with a gun appeared out of the barracks, and after a while, the silent barracks became noisy.

The Japanese soldiers got out of the barracks, climbed down the slope of the snow shell to the roof, and hid behind the snow flutes to look for the enemy.

But somehow, these Japanese soldiers who had just climbed onto the roof probed and grunted down, smashing the snow shells along the way and falling into the snow.

Iwakoshi Tsuneichi drilled out of the room along the passage that the soldiers had carved out for him in the sound of gunfire, and in an instant, there were officers standing around him.

"Raid the camp?"

Iwakoshi asked as he listened to the gunshots around him.

"Not like ......"

Several generals shook their heads at the same time. The sparse gunfire was not intense, and even if the other party was sure of such a deep snow, after all, it would be difficult for him to act, and he would not be able to please the camp.

A large sa reached out and grabbed a soldier who had just rolled down the snow slope and asked, "What's the situation?" ”

The soldier didn't catch the snow rolling down, and he didn't even have time to shoot the snow on his body before he replied loudly: "I can't see the attacking figure, the opponent's marksmanship is very accurate, and there is no sound." ”

"Whoosh!"

Iwakoshi Hengyi squinted his eyes and said, "Build a snow trench, hold on, and don't attack!" ”

"Hayi!"

The generals beside him took the order to leave Iwakoshi Tsuneichi, and began to convey orders along the snow cave cut out by the soldiers by the barracks wall.

With the order given, the Japanese army moved one after another. Use a shovel to shoot the steps in the snow, shovel the snow at a height of more than a meter, and then sprinkle the well water on the steps of the mountain, and in just a few minutes, you can go up.

After repairing the steps, the Japanese soldiers cut the snow off the platform, dug out a hole, and straightened up to see the outside.

They were all trained to probe and immediately retract as soon as they probed, and when they didn't notice any movement in the distance, they looked at it again.

As more and more holes appeared, the Japanese army's defense system was formed.

Strange to say, the attack never happened again.

"Build a traffic trench!"

"Build a machine-gun bunker!"

"Ammunition depot to build a defensive line!"

The soldiers had apparently experienced heavy snowfall, and with the orders of the commander, a series of communication trenches under the snow appeared. The soldiers in front of them picked and patted again, quickly squeezing out a ditch in the snow that could be passed. Behind him were soldiers carrying buckets, drenched in water with brooms, drenched in the snow, and in a minute or two they froze and would not collapse again.

After more than an hour of busy work, the attack did not appear again. And in the camp, it was also impregnable, those trenches, shooting holes, and pillboxes were splashed with water over and over again, and at a low temperature of more than minus 30 degrees, they quickly froze into ice mounds, not to mention that they were harder than cement, but they could also block bullets.

The other party did not attack when they were busy, and seemed to be far away.

"Pack up combustibles, don't waste them, and stick to your shift!"

After 'Iwakoshi Hengichi' gave the order, he didn't care anymore, turned around and went into the room, and went to the stove to warm up. He believed that if the other party dared to attack by stepping on the snow shell, then he would condescendingly leave all these people behind, and he would not even use the artillery.

The Japanese army threw down dozens of corpses, worked nervously, and then began to make fires and make food, and continued to carry water to strengthen those forts, so that these forts were like ice sculptures, shining in the cold sun.

When the Japanese army was busy, they had already rushed to the homes of the people thousands of kilometers away from the Japanese camp, except for one company to guard, the remaining 2,000 people were all dispatched, and the more than 100 families were sent to the only remaining buildings in the west of the city with climbing plows, and spent a morning to tear down all the timber of these houses, not even a single wooden stick was left.

During the transportation, Dong Ku strictly ordered not to harass the people, not to take a stitch from the people, and asked the soldiers to strictly implement the three major disciplines and eight points of attention. And tell all commanders and fighters with rank that the war of the whole country can only be easily won by standing on the shoulders of the people. So, don't disturb the people!

These people worked hard until the winter, but their homes were only wild vegetables and miscellaneous fish, and they didn't even have food, and they were so frightened when they heard the sound of gunfire and explosions that they were frightened that they all thought that the end was coming. I patiently did some work, and finally let these people understand that they were here to fight the little devil barracks, and in order to avoid hurting them, I helped them move.

When they arrived at their original home, with the help of Dong Ku, they temporarily repaired the open-air roof with the things removed from the house on the other side of the barracks, put the fire dragon on the fire plate, and left them precious rice and white noodles, these people completely believed that this was the Chinese's own team, the people's team. At the same time, they also remembered the banner of the anti-Manchurian anti-Japanese advance army.

The move went unusually smoothly, and in the afternoon, under the cover of the snow flutes that were higher than the barracks, all the people moved to the edge of the west city, a dozen miles away from the camp, and here, there were bare walls, not even window frames.

After eating, the Japanese soldiers began to look for firewood under the snow, piled up everything they found near the barracks, and waited for the wind to completely stop before going out to collect firewood.

In the busyness, the night slowly falls. During this time, the attack did not appear again, and it seemed that the other party had left. But the Japanese army still did not dare to relax, and in those ice sculpture bunkers, the Japanese soldiers changed shifts every hour and insisted on guarding them.

Dong Ku was not in a hurry to attack, the game had just begun, he had patience, he had already led the team back to the camp before dark, drinking piping hot broth, eating fragrant rice, leisurely waiting for dawn.

At night, the wind did not strengthen, but the cold wind was enough to freeze people, and the temperature reached more than minus 40 degrees in the second half of the night. It's a joke to say that peeing with a stick is a joke, but dripping into ice is absolutely fine. Even the water bowl placed on the edge of the kang is an absolute lump of ice in the morning.

As the temperature dropped, the ondols in the barracks slowly went out, and the temperature in the houses slowly decreased. The cold forced those Japanese soldiers to bend their bodies, huddle together, and cover all the clothes that could be covered on their bodies.

They are reluctant to leave the bed, which is still hot for the time being, and are ready to survive the long night, get up early and study the problem of heating. The Japanese thought it was beautiful, but unfortunately, since the fire started, all this has been out of their control, including their lives. Their end, as the fire ignited, was destined to be even worse than that of the Seventh Division.