The man in the middle of the line slowly took out several large objects from the bags behind them. Look at several pieces of cloth that resemble tarps folded together. They seem to be in charge of that. The crumpled object was then unfolded, revealing a tent full of patches. The others also took out a certain number of telescopic poles from their marching bags.

As the skeleton part of the temporary dwelling, the scaffolding rods are buried quite deeply. Make sure you don't get blown away by the winds that rage in the wilderness. You can only rely on the human limitations of your own people and the constraints of some kind of action you make. Thankfully, I brought a few sharp sapper shovels with me.

By the strength of their bodies, they finally dug a hole in the hard frozen soil that was suitable for the placement of the support poles. The sky is already in the steps of invisibly going into darkness. They didn't waste extra fuel to maintain the level of illumination. The first is that the high winds here limit the burning of the lighting flames, and without a good bunker (which is now under construction) there is simply no way to ignite those solid fuels.

Secondly, tonight's moonlight is still quite face-saving. It is not shrouded in the thick atmosphere cover, and it is still very normal to show the crisp moonlight that it should be. The human pupil is able to adapt to this level of light. So every part of the whole team is still doing its job in an orderly manner.

There was a dull thud, and the first telescopic rod had been compacted into the ground. Everyone's movements are becoming more and more proficient, and everything is difficult at the beginning. Although each campsite you walk through is of a different kind of soil. However, as soon as the first telescopic rod is laid, it is possible to estimate the time required to complete the project.

There were a total of 12 people here, so it was necessary to pitch three sturdy tents according to the distribution of the three vertices of the triangle. So the task is still very fast, basically consuming about half of the previous time. The thick tent had been propped up. Even though the wind outside was still raging and howling. But the interior space has been added to the heating stove one after another solid fuel. With the heat at the beginning, the reserve of dry food was carefully taken out.

It was distributed to everyone present. The main thing is that one person carries supplies for four people, and as custodians, they must pay attention to this degree when distributing food. So as not to cause internal contradictions. But what everyone knows is that this compressed dry food was really fed to my brother in the previous era, and it was impossible to eat it.

Although it was impossible for anyone to have an appetite, they ate the food that had been heated by the stove with their eyes closed. This is the basis of life, and without enough energy, they know that they are nothing. Even a second more in this world is a luxury.

Freeze-dried food cubes are then mixed with some kind of liquid nutrient. This is a water supply for two meals a day, even though they are not able to drink enough pure water. But there really is nothing to desire for such a life. After all, the days of exploration and search are not meant to be enjoyed, but a kind of business to tie your head to the waistband of your pants.

To exchange a humble life for a so-called higher level of enjoyment. It's just that for a person, it's true that he has lived like this. And what about the more part? Died on the road of fighting for "bread"!

Not a drop of food was wasted, and everyone stared at the pieces of dry food in their hands as if they were treasures, and slowly stuffed them into their mouths with the most reverent mind, even though they were very dry. But at such a moment, he didn't care at all, maybe he could bite into the energy liquid in it in a small bite, and then the possible complaints would disappear!

After sufficient energy, each of the three tents had to send a person to keep vigil, and they sat at the junction of the tents. The three of them leaned against each other, observing the situation one hundred and twenty degrees in front of their line of sight. It is to minimize the loss caused by one of them because they are stuck and do not see the risk. Of course, they can also spend the first shift of the long night by talking to each other face-to-face, so that everyone can always be aware of what is going on behind the listener's back!

The leader and the two explorers who took the initiative to communicate with him today were on the first shift. They may have just come out of the tent with temperature, and their faces are not covered in the slightest, because the inside of the tent is not particularly hot. But at least you don't have to cover your face all the time. What's more, if you have to eat dinner seriously, you must carefully stare at the unreasonable waste with your eyes to prevent this phenomenon from happening!

The leader seems to be an old man, and he looks quite old. The pallor of his sideburns represents the wind and frost he has experienced. The once heavy bridge of the nose seems to have slumped a little, after all, it is old. The skin shrunk together. But the burly figure is still telling the majesty of the year, and what he sees in his eyes is only the spirit of a coyote king.

This old man is not a simple man, he is not like others who have enjoyed the pinnacle of the new era, his eyes have lost the splendor of struggle. On the contrary, there was a hint in his eyes that he was concerned about something. Maybe it's to be on guard against some kind of danger that may occur, or maybe it's a kind of vigilance that accompanies you at will!

The other Night's Watch was an older old man. His teeth had fallen out and his eye sockets were sunken. Lost the aura that belongs to wisdom and wisdom. It's hard to imagine what level of perseverance this old man has sustained to get to where he is today, let alone that. In addition to basic walking, he still had to carry a rather heavy supply on his back. He is the one who today dissuaded the leader from going on. It's no wonder that the boss listens to him, after all, it's not interesting to argue with someone much older than himself.

If the leader is about sixty years old, then this old man who is so old that he has lost his teeth is at least eighty. The reality is cruel, if he doesn't come, there will be no need for him to survive. Headquarters does not spend extra supplies to keep the elderly alive. Once they are incapacitated, they have no effect on the maintenance of society. Headquarters will immediately execute these individuals, but in a more merciful manner. It's the best they can do.

Existence like the old man is already very rare. Old men of his age, or not much the same, had already been executed during the purges. The rest were forced to work on the exploration team to earn a living for themselves.

As long as you can live, it is more important than anything else. The old man's body erupted with unimaginable load-resistant qualities. It's simply beyond the basic cognition of ordinary people. Perhaps this is the inspiration that comes from the depths of life!

The third night watchman is a young man, so let's call him an idle little white for the time being. Xiaobai is in his early twenties. used to be born in a rich family, and he was in that rich and willful stage from childhood to adulthood. Arrogant lawlessness. I don't know what suffering is. Before the big bang more than a year ago, he had no idea what he would face in the future.

It just so happened that he was far away from the core of the explosion that day, and he was not affected too much. He was lucky to survive, and he didn't know why. Then they were gathered by organized people to the headquarters, faced with complicated regulations. He really even wants to die. Former money, status is worthless here.

He's just not as good as a pig (if there were pigs here, they'd be fat. Besides, how can a humble life of oneself be compared with those stages that symbolize a high level of enjoyment of life? It's very simple, there is no meat to eat, no water to drink, and you can only rely on the so-called nutrients distributed in a unified way to live like a year, which is a low-level life stage!

Fortunately, when he was idle, he did a lot of dangerous sports that were difficult for ordinary people to achieve. Therefore, the courage is still relatively large, and the knowledge will naturally not be shallow. This time, no matter what, he had to keep up with the large army that went out to investigate, and earn something that made him feel more face-saving. After all, we can't live in a meaningless waste. He was still able to recognize it. So all the people who followed it came out.

There was apparently no much verbal exchange between the three of them. More than 30 days have passed since a similar night, and everything you want to communicate has been thoroughly understood before, at least there is no need to cover up the details between everyone.

Vigil is really boring, in fact, everyone will always look at the sky in desperation. As a solace for their souls, no one knows if the bright and shining stars have suffered the same pain as this planet.

It's just that at the moment, everyone reminisces about the short-lived first half of their lives. At this point, it can be seen that it is so short-lived, like after a "click". After a certain kind of chain is broken, it is now announced that he has broken with the first half of his life. All pleasure will eventually become a dream luxury.

Moreover, dreams are not a fact that you can control independently, and you can only really feel the fleeting beauty when there are tears in the corners of your eyes.

The temperature kept dropping, and the night watchmen subconsciously wrapped their clothes tightly. The first half of the night is still bearable, but the second half of the night is called real discomfort!

Tiny heat roams around the body, and once it finds a pour, it doesn't hesitate to burrow out. Assimilated by the howling cold wind. Everyone's consciousness is in a state of immediacy.

Eventually, a small gap was slowly lifted on the outer surface of the tent. The "heat wave" that came out of it brought the night watchman back to consciousness. Saved from confusion! It is naturally very sensitive to that rare inner heat.

Three new "heavily armed" night watchmen were removed from them, and they took over the duties!

There was still no exchange of pleasantries between the two vigil teams, except that the night watchmen in the first half of the night gestured for the replacements to sit in their positions, where some heat still remained that had not dissipated. Then he plunged headlong into his tent without any superfluous indications.

When recovering from the cold, you can even hear the comfort of blood vessels returning to flow. They are bringing the stiff body back to normal. The heat of the walk from the burning stove to the mottled tent wrapped their nerves tightly, and that was the only thing that was pleasant!

Fall into a deep dreamland and return to the quiet beauty of childhood!