"Last time? Coat...... Are you talking about the 2029 one? ”

Political Commissar Wu coughed lightly and said.

Cao Ping nodded.

In 2029, it was a very, very big snowfall.

There are very few heavy snowfalls on the main roads of Huaxia, because Huaxia belongs to the temperate zone, and some cities are more tropical. Because of the greenhouse effect, people in some cities have never seen a few snows in their lives, let alone blizzards.

But 2029 is the year of the dog swallowing the moon in the perpetual calendar, and the year of Yao avoiding the sun, in the words of astronomers, the winter of that year is the farthest distance between the earth and the sun, so the winter of that year is unusually cold.

That year was supposed to be the coldest year in Chinese history, and many cities had frozen air conditioners and natural gas pipelines.

Many families had to burn wood in their rooms, and I heard that some families had low floors and couldn't get out of the house because of the heavy snow, and finally burned all the furniture so that they didn't freeze to death.

It was the first time that China had been hit by such a big snowstorm.

The worst are the people of Beijing.

Many migrant workers living in courtyard houses or basements were directly buried by the snow and their breathing windows were directly buried, and a large number of people suffocated to death in their sleep.

In the past, many Chinese people watched TV and the news, and when they saw Chicago, New York and other European and American cities being hit by snowstorms and killing hundreds of people, they thought that the snow could be so strong that only a few hundred people died.

But when the Chinese people really faced the snow disaster, because they had no experience in dealing with it, many people died of suffocation and accidents, and the death toll of a snow disaster exceeded four digits overnight.

At that time, the Chinese people knew the severity of the snow disaster.

Now that he heard that Political Commissar Wu heard the blizzard again, Cao Ping was against it at the first time.

"No, didn't the expert say that there will be no more snowstorms in Huaxia? And isn't that blizzard in 2029 a once-in-a-lifetime event? How much time has this been? Decade? ”

Cao Ping was afraid of the snow disaster from the bottom of his heart.

He was also the victim of the snowstorm.

He lives on the top floor, the elevator is out of power, and there is no food or drink at home.

Takeaways and logistics are suspended indefinitely.

The surrounding stores were closed the next day.

And Cao Ping only has four or five packs of instant noodles at home, and he is an otaku who doesn't even have two catties of rice.

The snow trapped Cao Ping for nearly ten days, and for these ten days, there was no electricity, no water, no network, and no signal.

In that almost empty place, Cao Ping relied on pure water and instant noodles to survive.

That's why Cao Ping keeps canned food, bottled water and compressed biscuits at home.

It is a pathological mental illness.

And after that snowstorm, many people have such a psychological pathology.

Cao Ping has a QQ group on his phone, which is full of people who like or subconsciously stock up on food and weapons.

Most of these people have suffered psychological trauma of various sizes, resulting in a sense of insecurity, and hoarding food at home is a spiritual comfort for them to sleep peacefully at home.

Turning around, Political Commissar Wu heard Cao Ping's words, and the corners of his mouth grinned, as if revealing a sarcastic smile.

"I can't imagine that anyone still believes the words of experts these days?"

Cao Ping wanted to say something with a dark face, but Political Commissar Wu waved his hand and continued: "Don't mind, I'm not talking about you, it's just that there are some things, and the country can't do anything, if you don't rely on these experts to come forward to stabilize the mood of the people, it will be out of control in the end." ”

As he spoke, he coughed lightly again and said, "However, Brother Cao Ping should consider our environment. ”

Cao Ping paused for a moment and cursed a few times in his heart. "Lao Tzu thinks about a fart environment......"

Political Commissar Wu continued: "First of all, we are now at the end of the world, and I believe you have also noticed that there is no greenhouse effect after the end of the world, and winter comes earlier than before the end of the world. And the temperature is colder. ”

"Secondly, where are we now? Brother Cao Ping, do you know? ”

Seeing that the head of the sentence was the Tao, Cao Ping had almost no words to refute, but when he heard the last inquiry, Cao Ping stiffened his neck and said, "Of course I know, we are in Mohe now." ”

After speaking, Cao Ping instantly understood what Political Commissar Wu meant, Mohe? The northernmost part of China. The coldest place.

And now it's a winter without the greenhouse effect.

Political Commissar Wu saw Cao Ping's face change drastically, and knew what he had thought of, so he said directly: "This place is close to Russia, not to mention blizzard, I believe in the damn ice cubes in the sky." ”

Seeing Political Commissar Wu scolding, Cao Ping was stunned, but instead a good feeling rose.

Political Commissar Wu scolded people, seemed to be a little emotional, coughed a few times, and said, "Have you seen that eye of the storm?" ”

As he spoke, he pointed to a huge eye of the wind in the distance in the sky.

Cao Ping was also surprised to find that the eye of the wind was actually moving to his side.

Political Commissar Wu continued: "This eye of the storm is the precursor of a blizzard. The reason why you didn't see it in 2029 is because there are many buildings in the city, and the wind speed can't reach the eye of the storm. But it's different here, there's not even a big shade here. On the other hand, the wind speed will be even higher for a while. ”

Cao Ping frowned and said, "You have come around in such a circle, what do you want to say?" ”

Seeing Cao Ping's impatience, Political Commissar Wu was very good at judging the situation.

Don't talk nonsense, just cut straight to the point and say, "Okay, then I'll just say it." As soon as the eye of the storm gets close to here, there is a good chance that the plane will be blown off or overturned. When the time comes, we may be in even greater trouble and death threats. I hope ......"

As he spoke, he looked at Cao Ping with dead eyes and said, "I hope that if you can still contact those guys who flew to pick you up, let them come to save us again." I don't even care who they are? As long as they're willing to take in the survivors here, I'm willing to pay some price. ”

Looking at the political commissar Wu with firm eyes, Cao Pingleng paused, and his eyes turned to Pang Haoyang beside him. saw Pang Haoyang shaking his head gently.

Cao Ping gritted his teeth and shook his head at Political Commissar Wu.

But he felt a little slapped in the face of Political Commissar Wu, and then said: "I'm sorry, I'm not sure, I can think of a way, but you can't give any hope." ”

Political Commissar Wu's face was a little ugly, and he nodded helplessly.

At this time, a soldier ran up from below, saluted Political Commissar Wu, and said, "Report." ”

Political Commissar Wu returned the salute and nodded.

The soldier glanced at Cao Ping out of the corner of his eye, revealing a trace of contempt, and then said to Political Commissar Wu: "Report, the cabin below has been opened, but there is only food inside, and no water has been found. Please instruct ......"

Political Commissar Wu paused for a moment and said to the soldiers: "Take out as many reserves as possible, and ...... them for a limited time."

Speaking of this, he looked at the eye of the wind approaching in the distance and said: "The time limit is fifteen minutes, take more than fifteen minutes to enter the cabin, and no one is allowed to leave the cabin after fifteen minutes." ”

"Yes......"

The soldier saluted and walked away.

Cao Ping felt that everyone was helping, and it was not appropriate to stand at this time, so he said hello and went below.

However, after walking a few steps, he suddenly turned around and asked Political Commissar Wu: "Why do you want to hide in the plane when the plane may be blown away?" ”

Political Commissar Wu smiled, shook his head and explained: "Would you rather be blown away by defenselessness, or would you rather be blown away in a space full of soft cushions?" ”

Cao Ping paused for a moment, screened it, smiled bitterly, and helped below.

It's true, if planes can be scraped off, people are more likely to be blown off outside.

Looking at the snow peaks in addition to the gravel around, Cao Ping felt that it was safe to hide in the cabin.