With the arrival of a colder winter, the land of Europe has been frozen for thousands of miles.

The snow lasted for three days, and the sky and the earth were white at a glance.

Bayan shook off the snow from his body and entered the bunker. A hot breath hit his face, and it was tickling.

The little snow left on his hair began to turn into droplets of water and roll down.

The battlefield seemed to be covered in snow and ice, and there was no more gunfire on the battlefield. The soldiers all cowered in their bunkers, spending a rare leisure time on the battlefield.

Hugejirile handed Bayan a bowl of broth, and when he drank a sip of hot mutton soup on a cold day, his whole body was warm.

Only salt and chili peppers are added to the mutton soup, and there are not so many seasonings on the battlefield.

No one cares about the smell of mutton, and the Mongolians dislike it?

"Let you be the deputy battalion commander, you just hold a broken company commander and don't let go. People say that they will get promoted and get rich, what are you talking about? ”

Hugjiril stood by the stove and muttered incessantly.

Bayan didn't care about him, and drank mutton soup by himself.

He knew that this was a natural reaction after being bored to the extreme, and when he said he was tired, he stopped talking.

said that he would not be the deputy battalion commander and promote him to be the deputy company commander, but he would not do it.

They are all unwilling to leave their brothers, and if they want to survive on the battlefield, the only hope is their brothers.

In the battle of Tsaritsyn, more than half of the men and horses in the division were lost.

Bayan felt a chill down his spine when he thought about it, it was too hanging!

If I hadn't been rotated off the battlefield that day, I would have died in the basement of the station.

I heard from my brother who had been in Tsaritsyn that the basement of the train station was miserable.

The corpses were layered on top of each other, and many of them wore gas masks, but they were still smoked to death by poison gas.

It is said that there is not even a single mouse in the city of Tsaritsyn.

Not to mention mice, I don't think there is even a cockroach.

The dose of poison gas was so great that many places in Tsaritsyn are still green.

scrape up the powder on the ground, if it stains the skin. Then you're in bad luck!

At first, there will be a red rash, and then the rash will turn into small yellow bubbles.

The transparent bubbles are full of yellow water, and if you can't help but itch, you can scratch the bubbles.

The day when life is worse than death has come!

Wherever the yellow water flows, it begins to rot.

It is said that the feeling of thousands of small insects gnawing on the flesh is painful and itchy, and it makes people desperate to commit suicide.

It's a situation that makes people shudder just thinking about it.

Before I knew it, the mutton soup was finished.

I pulled out an apple from the wall, wiped it with my sleeve, and began to gnaw on it.

"If you starve to death, you will know how to eat." Hugejiril turned on the Broken Thoughts mode again.

"It's endless, why is your mouth so broken, it's better to be a good old girl." Bayan finally couldn't help it.

"Isn't that a turnip? Why eat apples? ”

Bayan almost went crazy when he heard this, this is also the reason? Hold back your madness!

"Radish out of heartburn!"

"I don't even have to eat radishes on the grassland, and I haven't seen your heartburn."

"Let's find a beating! If you smoke it with a big mouth, you won't have heartburn. Bayan finally got angry.

"Come on! Hit me! Hugejirile jumped up and roared like a wolf.

Before the aftermath was gone, he was punched in the face.

Then, Bayan was kicked in the stomach.

The two men hugged each other and rolled on the ground. The person who rides on the body will punch twice with his fist.

Then it will be overturned by the people below, and there will be a few blows in the face.

Watching the lively soldiers on the side, he began to habitually bet.

On boring days on the battlefield, fighting is also a great form of entertainment.

Finally, both of them were lying on the ground, their chests rising and falling violently.

"There is a white disaster on the grassland, and my mother will freeze to death and starve to death." Hugjiril lay on the ground, his eyes full of tears.

The White Plague is a disaster for the steppe!

Countless cattle were starved to death, and countless herders were also frozen to death.

It's not that there is nothing to eat, but that there is no burning.

Heavy snow for three days in a row, with snow up to a meter thick in some places. Thin places, there are also more than half a meter thick.

Everything on the steppe is pressed down by snow and ice.

Only in the best winter nest can there be enough winter grass.

This is the most tiring season for the steppe people, who need to constantly turn the snow with shovels to make the livestock eat the hay underneath.

The more cattle and sheep, the more tired they are.

The families who are still shoveling snow in the middle of the night are not one or two households!

But even if people are exhausted, more than half of the livestock will die.

There was no way, the ground shoveled out by the people was far from enough for the cattle to eat.

If the cow doesn't eat, there's no cow dung to pull out. Without cow dung, there is no fire.

Burning hay?

That's something that only a loser does.

The precious winter grass is to be eaten by the animals, and who will bring it to make a fire to keep warm.

Everyone in the underground bunker is silent!

The big guys all sat down on the stools silently!

The Ming Dynasty was at war, and almost all of its manpower, material and financial resources were put into the battlefield.

At this time, how can there be spare resources for disaster relief.

Even if there is spare strength, it will really be used to help those Mongols who have suffered from the white plague?

The Central Plains Dynasty of all dynasties has never done such a thing.

Besides, the snow on the grassland is so thick that you can't even ride a horse, how can you save it!

In the Mongolian camp, more than half of the people were Mongols. Even the Han Chinese are mostly from the northern part of Shaanxi and Gansu.

The means of making a living are not much different from those of the Mongols!

The family is full of cattle and sheep, and they all know what the white plague is all about.

Strong laborers fought on the front line, and the old and weak women and children in the family could only freeze to death and starve to death.

The silence inside the underground bunker was terrible, and someone began to sob.

I don't know who started crying first, but then the whole underground bunker became a cry.

Everyone was crying, crying for their elderly parents and young siblings in the rear. There are also lonely mothers-in-law, children waiting to be fed.

At first it was just sobbing, then it was crying.

The cries of dozens of men in the underground bunker were extremely pathetic.

Outside the bunker, a desolate Mongolian humai sounded, and the sound was distant and desolate, and it was heard far and wide in the snow.

In the distance, a smoking black dot was approaching.

The sentry pulled the bolt of his gun and watched as the black dots in the distance approached.

It was getting dark, and the tractor was lit up with two headlights.

A strong light pierced the darkness like a sharp sword.

Behind the tracked tractor was a dump bucket with provisions.

This is also in the rear, if at the front line do not dare to turn on the headlights like this at all.

The tractor stopped next to the underground bunker, and three people got out of the car. Throw things out of the back bucket!

A bag of potatoes, a bag of radishes and apples.

And a bag of flatbread, a box of canned food.

After throwing down a half-dead sheep, the tractor driver threw the sentry a black package.

"What the hell!" The sentry was a little dumbfounded, not knowing what was inside the tarpaulin package in his hand.

"Faith!" The tractor driver said a word, and then got on the tractor and drove away.

"Letter? I sent it wrong. The sentry was a little confused.

Letters from the rear are usually someone else's patent, and no one among the Mongols has ever received a letter from home.

The vast majority of Mongolians do not even recognize Mongolian characters, let alone Chinese characters.

In addition, the Mongolian steppe is vast and sparsely populated, and it takes several days to send a letter to the post office.

Who has the spare time to ride a horse for days just to deliver a letter?

"That's right, it's your letter." The sound of speaking, with the sound of "sudden" and "sudden", became farther and farther away.

He took the bag in his hand and sent it into the underground bunker below, and handed it to Bayan, whose eyes were red.

"What's this?" Bayan was stunned for a moment.

"Say it's a letter!"

"Letter?

Sent the wrong one! Bayan reacted in the same way as the sentinel.

"They said it was a good one!"

Bayan drew his dagger and sliced through the tarpaulin.

Inside was an empty ammunition box, and when I opened the box, I saw a letter!

It is said to be a letter, but in fact it is more of a package.

Cloth bags, some containing gala sweat, others containing a bundle of hair tied with a headband.

Another, a sheep carved out of wood.