Under the thin twilight, the burning wreckage of the helicopter gradually faded away, and the icy north wind whistled by, freezing He Jun's neck.

The bandits shouted and harnessed the horses pulling the plows, and a dozen climbing plows walked through the forest, and the shadows of the trees swept by both sides of the convoy, like the horror scenes deliberately created in the ghost movie.

He Jun's heart became colder and colder, and when he looked at the only fire in the forest again, he couldn't help but sigh quietly.

The scene when he left the community at noon was still vivid, but in the team returning home, Liu Shun could no longer see a little honest smile.

He thought that with advanced modern weapons, ambushing the little devil was as simple as pinching a snail with three fingers, but the reality gave him a heavy blow.

Although he killed a few devils, he also killed four of his own people, and no matter how you look at it, the gains outweigh the losses.

He Jun clenched his arms and shrunk his neck into the collar, a faint melancholy filled his heart.

How he wished that everything was just a dream, that as long as he closed his eyes and opened them again, he would return to a familiar, safe, and warm home, and he would rather he be the drunken otaku than bear such a heavy reality.

The horse-drawn plough is much faster than a person's two legs, and the four-kilometer road was completed in less than half an hour, Qiang Lei was busy arranging for people to handle the hands and tails, and He Jun carried 81 bars on his back and quietly returned to Building 14 alone.

The gangster trio all helped out in Building 13, and He Jun was the only one in the family, he sat quietly on the sofa in a daze, and the thoughts in his head seemed to be a mess that was cut and sorted out.

He Jun was full of worries, and it wasn't until the gangster trio opened the door and entered the house that he woke up.

The snow outside the window brought a little light to the room, and Luo Jiaqi saw a familiar figure on the sofa at a glance: "Brother He, have you eaten?" We've got you some food. ”

He Jun shook his head, realizing that the room was too dark for the gangster trio to see his movements clearly, before he spoke: "I'm not hungry, I don't have an appetite." ”

"Let's have a bit." Awkward to join the persuasion team, "People are iron and rice is steel." ”

"I really can't eat it. Leave me alone. He Jun said quietly.

He Jun's tone made Luo Jiaqi muttered in his heart: "That's okay, I'll put the food on the table, Brother He, when are you hungry and when are you eating." After that, the three of them walked into the bedroom in the dark.

Not for a while. The gas stove in the bedroom was lit, and the flames began to warm the cold room, He Jun sighed in his palms and slowly rubbed his hands.

The trio whispered a few words in the bedroom and walked out together. Luo Jiaqi raised his head and said: "Brother He, we have all heard about today's events, will the devil arrive tomorrow?" Can we win? ”

He Jun sighed: "Maybe." ”

He didn't want to answer like that, but what else could he say besides those words?

There was also a bitter battle between the community militia and the devils, more than a hundred militiamen against six or seven hundred devils, and he couldn't see any chance of winning.

Maybe...... Giving up the community is the best option.

But as Qiang Lei said, where else can you go if you leave the community? Build your own power against devils like in a time-traveling novel?

Forget it, if you don't have money and you don't have guns, what do you do to fight devils?

Even if everyone has the knowledge of the afterlife in their heads, what can they do? It's not so easy to turn knowledge into money and weapons. At the very least, you have to leave the devil's control first to have a glimmer of hope.

The limitations of this era cannot be changed by one person or a few people, and any rash move may affect the course of history.

No one can afford such serious consequences.

Luo Jiaqi wanted to ask something, but He Jun didn't want to say any more, touched his belly and said first: "I'm hungry, eat first." ”

He Jun divided five by two, ate the still warm meal, and fell asleep without saying a word.

The helpless gangster trio had no choice but to lie down together.

However, no matter He Jun or the gangster trio, they all tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. Worried about the unknown fate of tomorrow.

Tossing and turning until midnight, He Jun fell asleep in a daze.

As soon as it was dawn the next day, He Jun was woken up by freezing.

That's right, it's freezing awake.

His cat shivered suddenly in the bed. When I opened my sleepy eyes and looked up, the gas stove had been extinguished, no wonder it was so cold.

This tank of liquefied gas was used for more than ten days during the day and night, and it is estimated that it is dead and out of gas.

However, there is still spare liquefied gas at home, and it will be replaced with a lit gas stove.

He Jun didn't want to alarm the gangster trio. He crept up on tiptoe, and as soon as he got out of the bed, he shivered with cold, and a cold wind drilled into his neck one by one.

If you listen closely, the north wind howling outside the window is especially strong.

North wind...... He Jun struck a clever slap and rushed to the window in three steps and two steps to lift the quilt that blocked the wind.

There was a thick layer of frost on the window, and the frost flowers stretched zigzagly, with a different kind of beauty.

He Jun's vision was blocked by the frost layer, and he couldn't see the situation outside at all, he quickly sighed on his hand, wiped it on the glass a few times, and his hand was cold, so he finally wiped out a palm-sized place and saw the situation outside the window.

In the faint morning light, the goose feather snow was falling tightly, the swift north wind blew the snowflakes sideways, almost falling horizontally, the No. 13 building facing the window was covered in a thick snow mist, a cold wind blew, and the snow on the roof of the building lifted a layer and flew into the sky like a puff of smoke......

He Jun's eyes straightened, and the huge surprise made his lips tremble with excitement.

The movement of He Jun rushing to the window woke up the gangster trio, sat up like an awkward corpse, and was so cold that he quickly lay back: "Brother He, what's wrong?" ”

He Jun turned around suddenly, with a big smile on his face: "Blizzard, it's a blizzard, we're saved!" ”

The morning of the sixth day was a morning of mixed joy and sorrow, and everyone in the community was ecstatic about the sudden snowstorm.

He Jun and the gangster trio also had a good night's sleep, and Qiang Lei was woken up by the sentry at one o'clock in the morning and didn't sleep until morning.

I have already learned about yesterday's battle through the strong thunder, and I have been worrying about how to deal with the attack of the devil in the first half of the night, and I didn't sleep until twelve o'clock in the middle of the night.

As a result, the temperature plummeted at one o'clock, and the heavy snow suddenly came, and the sentinel was keenly aware of the positive effects of the heavy snow, and resolutely woke up the strong thunder.

Qiang Lei was so excited that he almost didn't cry, and his worries disappeared.

This heavy snow came too timely, even if the devil's baggage was not knocked off by the helicopter, it would be difficult for the devil to move an inch in such bad weather, and it was simply an endless road. (To be continued.) )