Time flies, and three days pass in a flash.

As the temperature continued to drop, the Z1 base, which was growing in more and more people, fell silent, and the simple wooden houses built on the periphery were covered with frost white, and the eaves were frozen edges.

The cold morning wind swept across their cheeks, and the stinging sensation felt like pins and needles penetrating into the skin, and the survivors shivered and cut down trees, their hands frostbitten and swollen, and let the wind run unbridled and poured into their clothes.

Life is hard, but the work goes on

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