To my frozen hometown

Chapter 69 When the Chains Are Tie Around Your Waist

Even the stars in the sky were no longer twinkling in the blizzard-shrouded night.

Among the dark ruins, only a little fire in a street and the lights in the greenhouse are still shining on this cold night.

But compared to the white lights in that huge building, the firelight in the wind and snow was so faint, as if it would go out at any moment.

In the abandoned underground parking lot, several refugees raised their heads and looked outside. Following the exit, they saw a greenhouse standing amidst the ruins.

It was so dazzling that these refugees could not take their eyes off for a long time.

It was so cold for them that they couldn't help but think how nice it would be to be in that building.

At least that way, they wouldn't be so cold, at least that way, they wouldn't have difficulty breathing.

Human beings always yearn for warmth and light, just like the refugees still yearn for the greenhouse at this moment.

"I asked the soldiers in the greenhouse that this snowstorm will last about three days. So anyway, hang on, we'll survive, and then we'll be able to enter the greenhouse."

At this moment, Nuo Senfu walked past several refugees and spoke slowly.

"Heh." The refugees looking at the greenhouse withdrew their gazes and looked at each other for a while with wry smiles.

"Understood, we have no other choice now, don't we?"

A refugee shook his head, threw an old piece of clothing into the bonfire and continued to burn, and said softly helplessly.

"I just hope that after the snowstorm, the sun will shine brightly."

This remark drew ridicule from several others.

"God, Karl, how did you become a poet?"

"It's literally colder than this blizzard."

"Ha ha ha ha."

The atmosphere is much more relaxed.

But just when the laughter of the crowd had not dissipated, a terrible cold wave suddenly swept past.

"call!!!"

Only the sound of violent wind suddenly sounded at the exit of the parking lot.

Frost visible to the naked eye condensed on the wall and spread in along the exit.

All the voices stopped abruptly, including several male refugees and Northumford who were laughing at each other.

Everyone can clearly feel that the temperature is dropping rapidly, and even the flames in front of them seem to be about to dissipate, making it difficult to give them shelter and warmth.

"Just now, what happened?" a refugee stammered.

"Everyone..." Nuo Senfu stared blankly at the outside of the parking lot, opened his mouth, and spoke dryly after a while.

"Call everyone in a circle immediately, and then gather all the combustibles and food, quick! Damn, this blizzard is still getting bigger..."

Yes, it's still getting so big that it might kill everyone.

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At the same time, in the greenhouse, the hemispherical cover on the top of the greenhouse was trembling at a level that could almost be observed by people, and even made a burst of rattling sound.

"What's the matter?" On the barrier, Johnson looked up at the transparent barrier on the top of the building, and asked blankly to his colleagues.

"I don't know." The soldier in charge of patrolling the barrier frowned slightly and shook his head.

"But it doesn't look like a good situation."

As if to confirm this sentence, almost at the same time the soldier's voice fell, another soldier ran up the barrier and said out of breath.

"There is news from the meteorological observation that the blizzard may intensify further, and let us immediately enter the emergency control stage."

The so-called emergency management and control phase, as the name suggests, is the emergency disaster control phase in which soldiers intervene.

They are usually extraordinary measures and remedial measures implemented in the face of major disasters.

"Where is the specific direction?" The soldier patrolling the barrier only felt his breath tighten, and then asked in a deep voice.

"Contact the nursing team to strengthen the barrier on the top of the greenhouse, and set up a temporary windbreak to avoid the possibility of wind and snow overwhelming the barrier."

"I'm going to contact other people right now." The soldier nodded, turned and left without stopping any longer.

And Johnson immediately set off to follow. At this time, he obviously had no possibility of staying out of the matter.

In the next hour, almost all the soldiers on the ramparts were busy.

It wasn't until they watched the paramedics hang from the cables to the top of the barrier and set up reinforcement measures and wind boards that they breathed a sigh of relief.

Before this, no one thought that this blizzard would be so big that it could even affect the safety of the greenhouse facilities.

Johnson, who regained his composure, took a few deep breaths, and once again turned his gaze to the outside of the greenhouse.

"Those refugees should not survive."

As if seeing what Johnson was thinking, the soldier beside him said regretfully, and raised his hand to pat him on the shoulder.

This should be the most rational way of thinking. In a disaster that can almost endanger the greenhouse, the probability of survival for refugees without adequate supplies and protective facilities is obviously very small.

Yeah, how could Johnson not understand this.

But as long as he thought of the pain and resentment of those refugees before they died, he couldn't help feeling powerless.

He still has no choice but to be helpless, and the ridiculous thing is that he has been helpless since the day he became a soldier in the greenhouse.

Sometimes he hated himself, too, and wondered why he couldn't do anything.

Every time at this time, he would recall why he wanted to become a soldier in the first place, probably not because of this.

Then why, he always felt that he could not remember.

Or maybe I didn't dare to think about it anymore.

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Inside the greenhouse, people gaze out worriedly at the snowstorm.

In the ruins, the refugees gathered together and tried every means to keep each other warm.But the breath of despair and pain is still slowly spreading, because they all know that they may be about to die.

And at such a time, Liu Yuan and Liz finally prepared the final equipment on the radio tower.

Standing between the three electric heating plates and the two giant speakers, Liz tightly tied an iron chain to her body.

She looked up at the whistling hurricane in the sky, smiled frantically, then grinned, and said in a trance.

"Then try to kill me."

Before I break free from your shackles.

Try to keep me here, with chains around my waist.

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Just like the blizzard that killed my father six years ago.

(End of this chapter)