There were no clouds that night, the full moon had to dazzle its eyes, illuminating everything on the snow, we could clearly see that there was a slow slope ahead, and the artillery was running back from there, but we couldn't see what was happening behind the slope, only faintly heard a rumbling roar in the distance, Liang Fang's face turned white with fright, "Yes, it's those mercenaries!" ”

Mo Ye's face also changed, "Quick!" Run to the high ground! ”

But let's take a look left and right, a snowy field, how can there be high ground!

The artillery battle quickly caught up with us, and as soon as we pulled up the climbing plow, we rushed to the bottom of the slope, and we didn't have time to ask questions, one by one, like lost dogs, running wildly without a head.

It was ridiculous at the time, and although I didn't know what the threat behind me was, the fear of the unknown was more fierce than anything else, and if it was just a boring prank, then our reaction might have to make him laugh for a few years.

Of course, this time it's not a prank.

As I sprinted, the roar behind me was getting louder and louder, the ground shook, the wind was howling, it was not at all the momentum that a few off-road vehicles could cause, I looked behind me as I ran, the snow on the gentle slope seemed to be about to be turned upside down, and a large white patch was slowly rising behind the snow line......

Several other people also saw it, and He Aijuan exclaimed-

"Snow, avalanche!"

"It's not like ah-" Liang Fang said, his feet slowed, and he was instantly thrown down several meters by us.

The white behind the snow line rises higher and higher, and when we reach the top of the slope, it is like a big wall more than ten meters high, rumbling downward, as if it is about to shoot us into meat pies at any moment.

Moving snow walls?! That's a exaggeration.

"Avalanche fart! It's snow milling! "The cannon scolded angrily, he dragged a person, and ran no slower than us.

I instantly understood-

Snow mills, also known as snow whistling, and avalanches are both natural disasters, but they are fundamentally different -

The basic conditions for avalanche formation must be a large mountain drop. But snow milling is not used, as long as there is a gentle slope and a long enough accumulation process. Generally speaking, it is a bit similar to a snowball, the starting point is often just a small pebble or a piece of wood, rolling down the slope to roll up a thin layer of snow, and then rolling bigger and bigger, the weight and volume also grow rapidly, if you encounter a large slope that is more than ten kilometers long, the final formation of the behemoth can be imagined...... And what we encountered this time was not only a "snowball", but also a "rolling carpet", a large piece of snow rolling down from a high place, quickly forming a "snow mill" hundreds of meters wide, as if pushed by an invisible big hand, overwhelmingly crushing us!

We had nowhere to hide, and we couldn't run faster than the whistling snow, and the wind blew behind us, and the splashed snow had shrouded us in a white misery, and perhaps the next moment, there would be more pools of blood on the ground, and the flesh that could not be rotten any longer......

In the snow, I suddenly saw a dark shadow at my feet, and my heart was ecstatic, and I shouted, "Quick! Over here! As he spoke, he plunged to the side.

The snow was pouring into my neck, it was cold, and my body was still sinking......

Then, one after another, people hit my back, and I sank to the bottom with each additional weight, until the heavy snow rolled over us, and I could feel the air in my lungs refill, and the sound faded away, and I pushed away the person on my body, and sat on the ground "whew" for a while.

It was the snow nest that we accidentally fell into before the artillery battle that saved us, although it was not deep, but it was enough to accommodate a few people, and the top Liang Fang was so frightened that he lost his soul, and still rode motionless on the neck of the artillery battle, and almost took a beating.

Everyone climbed out of the snow nest, choked by the snow and fog that had not yet dispersed, and coughed, and when they breathed a sigh of relief, the artillery suddenly asked: "Uncle, where is the old lake?" ”

"Didn't you carry it?" Mo Ye was stunned.

"He—he pushed me at the end!" The face of the cannonball suddenly turned pale, and when he looked at the bottom of the slope, the large snow mill had just reached a low place, and it was hitting a few protruding boulders, and suddenly fell apart and scattered into a large snowdrift, and the cannonball grabbed his backpack and ran over there playfully, "Old Lake-"

We also followed, and when we went to the place, there was a mess of snow, where to find people!

The artillery frantically picked up the snow, causing the snowdrifts to collapse and almost bury us again.

Afi retreated into the distance, reluctant to stretch out his hand. With nowhere to vent, he yelled at her, "Stinky, you-"

"Here! People are here—" Liang Fang over there suddenly shouted.

We ran over, and sure enough, a piece of clothing was exposed in the snow, and everyone even got people out of the way, and the artillery was only happy, and they didn't pay too much attention to it, and turned the person over was a hug, but when they saw it in their arms, they were so frightened that they jumped away, "!" That's, that's something! ”

People must be people, but at this moment they have already swallowed their breath, and they have no human appearance, their faces are bloody, as if they have been polished with sandpaper, and they have formed a thick layer of ice ballast, and their eyes have also stared out of their sockets, obviously suffering a great sin before they died, but the strange thing is that the corners of their mouths are still grinning, as if with a smile, which makes people feel goosebumps all over their bodies.

After making sure that this was not Huqiu, the artillery began to plow the snowdrift again, using too much force, "whoa", and slid down a large pile of snow, we watched from the periphery, he was stunned as soon as he pulled himself out of the snow, and we were also stunned-

There were five or six people who slid down from the snowdrifts, all of them straight and straight, as if they were all corpses......

The cannon was stunned for a long time, so he turned over the corpses one by one, turned one by one, Liang Fang and He Aijuan took a step back, and the death of those people was exactly the same as the one just now, they were all skinned, and they were still smiling when they died, looking miserable and weird.

The cannon was deflated and was about to turn over the last one, but before he could bend down, the corpse actually "fluttered" and sat up, which startled him, but he reacted really quickly, and rolled the corpse into the snowdrift with one kick, and then listened to the "knock" inside for a cough, and the corpse crawled out of the snow trembling again......

The cannon had already raised his gun, and the "corpse" was kneeling with his hands on his knees, face down, and the blood was "ticking" on the snow, and then he slowly raised his head......

The head of the cannon stopped in front of the tip of his nose, the man just had a little blood on the corner of his mouth, his face was still there, and it was black, as if he had rubbed a layer of pot ash, and as soon as he grinned, his white teeth were exposed, "Oh my damn, God has eyes, but suffocate me!" As soon as he saw the sharp gun, he was so frightened that he sat on the ground, "A few or a few big brothers, I have something to say, I'm not a bad person!" ”

Now it's certain that this man is not a corpse. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but the cannon glared at him viciously, as if the spear was about to be poked at any moment. The man shuddered, and pulled out a trouser leg from the snowdrift behind him, "Here's another one, are you looking for him......"

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