It is not as thick as the Northeast, and there will be no severe cold of minus 30 to 40 degrees Celsius, nor will it be as thick as unimaginable snow.

With snowboarding, white camouflage, and the experience accumulated in the cold and ice after his first rebirth, he believes it is enough.

In fact, the desire to kill does not only come from Chen Chen's uncertain guesses and judgments, but also comes from the most instinctive summons, their personal feelings, and their persistence in not being a walking corpse and lingering in a daze.

Resisting Japan, fighting Japanese devils, and killing traitors were the themes of the era Chen Chen was in.

As long as you are in that tragic era, standing at the fork in the road of national survival, and as long as you don’t escape, you have some bloodiness, you will have the most real and instinctive impulse.

With your eyes open, you will see the deepest wounds of a nation: under the gloomy sky, your home is burned by evil fire? Women are chased and insulted by beast soldiers? Compatriots are ruthlessly killed? The elders and fellow villagers are forced to bend their knees under the power of tyranny?

If these can't arouse your hatred and cannot evoke your motivation, then there is nothing to say.

The snowflakes blowing from the wind flew in front of the eyes, and the white hood only exposed the eyes, not only provided the protection of disguise, but also made Chen Chen's attention more focused.

It was this increasingly heavy wind and snow that allowed Chen Chen to lurk about 300 meters away from the enemy's guardhouse.

Looking up, you can see the bunker on the bluestone ridge diagonally above. The bunker is lined up along the cliff, and sentries are constantly patrolling. This flaw behind the cliff is obviously made up.

But Chen Chen changed his target and wanted to attack the guardhouse on the hillside that served as early warning.

The place where Chen Chen is located is the same direction as Qingshiling, facing a small wood on the road, and there is a natural deep groove away from the hillside where the guardhouse is located.

The trees and other obstacles around the guardhouse were cleared, and the field of view was very wide, so it was difficult to attack. However, for long-distance sniping, there was also an unblocked shooting range.

The north wind blew through the woods and the snow fell from time to time. Chen Chen, who was in the limelight, was more convenient and easier to observe than the sentinels outside the guardhouse.

Because if the enemy looks here, the wind and snow will rush straight to the face, and your eyes will squint, giving you a feeling of chaos and confusion. Moreover, shooting when facing the wind is easier than slanting wind and crossing wind.

The sentry was shaking outside the guardhouse, and Chen Chen was not in a hurry to take action. He was not satisfied after traveling so far and killing only one.

All, he had to wait for another enemy to come out of the guardhouse. He could either change the guard or go to the simple thatched cottage next to the building to facilitate.

The distance has been estimated three times, and the direction of the wind has not changed much. Chen Chen once again put the target into the sight, narrowed his eyes and thought of pulling the plate machine, and the enemy fell to the ground.

Waiting is dry and irritating, but it is rewarding. People came out of the guardhouse, wearing cotton coats and cotton hats, and rushed to the cottage.

Chen Chen did not aim at this guy, but slightly corrected the gun and re-targeted the sentry.

There is something to say about which one to hit first and which one to hit later. After hitting the sentry moving slowly with the gun, the guy in the thatched cottage may not have even raised his pants, so he has more opportunities to clean up and more time.

"Bang hook!" The gunshots cut through the monotony of the snowy night. The long-awaited shooting, the bullets that had been accumulating for a long time, the sentry fell on his back and threw the gun in his hand out.

He quickly pushed the bomb and loaded it. Chen Chen aimed at the door of the guardhouse. He could not see the enemy in the cottage. He had to wait for the enemy to escape, and the frightened enemy would probably run back to his nest like a rabbit.

He guessed correctly that the sleeping enemies in the guardhouse had not yet risen, and the enemies in the bunker on the mountain were not sure whether they had fired or had a suspicious target. The enemies in the thatched cottage were already frightened and screamed, and they threw off their coats. He fled to the guardhouse with his pants.

"Bang hook!" Chen Chen gently pulled the machine, and the gun body retreated lightly. The enemy who fled to the gate of the guardhouse seemed to be hitting a bullet himself, pounced on him, reached out to the door, grabbed it twice in vain and stopped moving.

Moving horizontally, Chen Chen quickly moved his position, allowing the trees to block himself as much as possible and block the bullets that might be shot.

Although it is unlikely that he will be in his position through these two shots, he is still very cautious.

The gunshots started, and the machine guns in the guardhouse spewed out flames. The awakened enemy did not know the location of the attacker, but just stragged in panic and fired at all possible places.

Doing so is not so much a way to kill the attacker, but rather an instinctive reaction, or to boost courage and releasing.

The bunkers on the mountain were also shooting randomly, so far away that their actions seemed to be joining in the fun or deterring the attackers.

Chen Chen hid in the snow nest, hid it well, calmly changing into a full magazine, only the dead leaves and snow balls that were knocked down from time to time on his head were a little disturbing to him.

The gunshots suddenly became sparse again after a while. The enemy could not find the exact target, but the shooting was more focused and the suspicious areas were not spared.

Although I know that the chance of hitting is not high, I still hope to use this deterrent shooting to drive away the attacker.

Chen Chen was unmoved by the enemy's tricks. He wrapped his clothes tightly and hid in the snow nest. The animal skin under him provided him with warmth. He probably could hold on for another hour.

Killing is both instinct and fate, but it also has an addictive and exciting feeling. Who is God and who decides life and death? At the moment of aiming and detenting, the power to find life and death is undoubtedly in the hands of Shen Chen.

That's right, he is the master of life, the judge who punishes evil and promotes good, and can make the enemy die in an instant.

Wait for an hour, and if there is no chance, go back and rest. Chen Chen glanced at his watch and set time for himself.

If he really had to spend it, let alone an hour, Chen Chen believed that three hours would be fine. But he didn't want to make himself so tired, so he tried his best and worked so hard.

The dark snowflakes kept falling. In the silence that gradually became quiet, Chen Chen seemed to hear the vague and vague friction sound.

The sound of snow falling is worse than feeling, and the interlaced activity of dust fills the sky and covers the earth.

Breathing and heartbeat became steady. Chen Chen looked up and at first, he felt that the dark clouds seemed to have scattered, and only the flying snow covered the sky.

The gunshots stopped completely, and the enemy seemed to be suspicious and hesitant, not for falling or flying, but for not coming out.

Time passed by minute by minute, and Chen Chen quietly flashed out of his sight from among the trees, staring at the guardhouse, and staring at the movements of the enemy.

Half an hour passed, and the enemy in the guardhouse did not move; forty minutes, forty minutes...

The puppet army wanted to wait until dawn, but the Japanese consultants in the guardhouse didn't think so. This kind of wince made him feel very humiliated. He just had a cold gun, which trapped them and didn't even dare to patrol or even go out. It was really disgraceful.

Besides, for so long, the attackers should have left long ago and ran away when the guns were in full swing, leaving only tension and horror to torture them.

Under the yelling and strict orders of the Japanese consultant, the two puppet soldiers were as if they were lost and walked out of the guardhouse in fear. They bowed their bodies and bent their backs, holding guns and pointing where they were pointing.

The two corpses on the ground had been covered with a layer of thin snow, and the blood flowed out became cold. They mixed with the snow and became viscous and continued to spread and flow.

The two puppet soldiers inspected the bodies and reported the situation loudly. What else were they checking? Those who were already dead were just dealing with Japanese consultants.

Three minutes, five minutes... Chen Chen pushed out the gun, aimed it, but did not decapitate the machine. He wanted to wait a little longer to see if there were more valuable targets.

The safety of the puppet army obviously made the enemies in the guardhouse breathe a sigh of relief, even the Japanese consultant, although he did not believe that the attackers would wait in the snow for such a long time.

The Japanese consultant urged the three puppet troops to come out together, resume patrol and stand guard. He came to the body and wanted to judge the specific location of the attacker from the wound.

It was this guy! Chen Chen aimed at this guy who didn't carry a spear and behaved completely differently from other puppet soldiers, and took a deep breath. At the same time, he swept his eyes quickly and roughly determined the next target.

When Chen Chen gently pulled the plate machine, he felt the gun body retreating lightly and pressing the force on his shoulder. He did not have to observe whether the target was shot, but pulled the bolt quickly, pushed the bullet and loaded it. The muzzle was slightly moved, aiming at the next target.

In just one or two seconds, while the puppet soldiers heard the gunshots, the Japanese consultant had been shot and fell to the ground, and Chen Chen was also ready to shoot again.

"Bang hook!" The puppet soldiers heard the second gunshot, but they had just reacted. The bullets had already flew into the chest of another target.

The survivors screamed, ran around, fell down, and were invisible. The machine guns that had been on guard on the guardhouse sounded.

Although I did not see Chen Chen's shadow, the enemy still gained and improved more than before, and the general direction and position were found.

Lying in the snow, Chen Chen moved slowly, first horizontally, using trees to provide cover; then vertically, he crawled back, from high to low, and he could feel the changes in the terrain in the forest.

It was not until he was convinced that he had reached the safe area that he rose up, tidied up his body, and accelerated the evacuation.

It was a very wonderful feeling, and Chen Chen seemed to be able to feel the power filled in his body and spiritual pleasure.

Although it was a bit unbelievable for Chen Chen who had been trekking and waiting for several hours, it was indeed the case. Even he was surprised by the brisk steps. The waves of joy and pleasure in his heart were filled with high emotions.

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The snow stopped for two days, but the white still seemed to be infinite and unique.

The kilnhu Village lies stiffly in the white, and even the roads that sprinkled coal dust and were stained black for a long time, the walls and trees changed color.

The sun was Pingxi, and Erdan returned home. He had a smile on his face, a big cake on his body, and a money hidden in his shoes.

He is not a very concise child, which is different from Xiaomao.

Although his sister told him that he could go to Liucun to sell charcoal, he was not sure about it, and he didn't want to go there very much.

But Xiaomao was thinking about it, maybe it was because of the hot and tofu meatball soup. When the charcoal I picked had accumulated enough, Xiaomao urged her to travel to Liucun.

Erdan couldn't resist, so he had to walk with Xiaomao reluctantly. Then—

"This is the money brought by Damei?" My aunt was incredible. This roll cost 50 or 60 yuan. Erdan even bought the big cakes!

"Yes, this is what my sister stayed at Mr. Zhao's house and Aunt Zhao secretly gave it to me." Erdan was very proud, "Xiao Mao has benefited from me, and the little charcoal he picked up was sold at a good price."

"Oh, I'm not looking at your sister's face. This must be what your sister has agreed with me. Good charcoal is just a guide. Let you go and get back to Zhou Ji's family."

My aunt is an adult, and she is much more meticulous than a child. After thinking about it, she will understand what is going on.

Erdan blinked his eyes, thought for a while, and hesitated, "Then I should go by myself, right? Isn't it good to bring Xiaomao?"

"How much money can a basket of charcoal make? Xiao Mao's family is very difficult, so don't think too much." The aunt said with a wry smile: "Damei said in front of you two, that is, she doesn't want to avoid Xiao Mao. You two will always take care of each other when you go out. This year--ah!"

"Aunt, I and Xiaomao agreed on the way that we will go up and down the mines and go down the well to dig charcoal tomorrow." Erdan smiled at Xiaohua, who was sitting by the fire while chewing the big cake, "I can earn money to support my family, so can I."

The poor child was already in the family, and Erdan felt really uncomfortable when he saw his aunt often dragging her thin body out for food and drink.

He felt that he should find a job, but growing in a mining area, he had to go down the well to dig coal.

"No!" My aunt refused, "Look at how miserable your uncle was in the mine, we would rather ask for food for the rest of our lives than let you drill into the black hole. You didn't listen to the lyrics sang by the miners, one sold private salt and two criminals copied it, and a thousand roads were broken before we could dig out the black charcoal..."

After pausing, the aunt continued, "Besides, with your sister helping you, your uncle's illness can continue to be cured. Now you can go to the ground and walk around. When it gets better, you can't support your family? You are still young, just pick some charcoal or go to the mine to pick copper moraine, and you can still make money."

"Am I still young?" Erdan was a little dissatisfied, "Picking up charcoal and copper moraine are all the work done by children.

"Listen to my aunt." My aunt continued to persuade him with great sincerity: "The mine is a big mouth that can eat people. How many people go there in the morning and never come back in the evening? If you make a mistake and Damei comes back, how can we explain?"

After pausing, my aunt kept the money and continued, "With this money, our family can survive the New Year. If you want to go down the well, you will talk about it after you are one year older, or you will wait for your sister to come back to see if she is happy."

"Brother, listen to my mother and don't drill black holes, it's scary!" Xiaohua swallowed the food in her mouth and said vaguely.

Erdan lowered his head a little dejectedly, and after a while, he stuttered, "Then I'll go to Xiao Mao's house to talk to him, and make an appointment with him and then change his mind..."

"Go, go and go back quickly, the meal will be ready in a while."
Chapter completed!