"How is it being demolished? How many more?"

Rub-

Wang Ou and Chen Chen put the ultraviolet light on the truck, and the ultraviolet light rubbed the truck's iron sheet.

Wang Ou said gasping:

"There are two more units on the 45th mail tower."

"Okay." After Gu Yuntao got the answer, he hurried back to the car.

He didn't want to stay in the wind and snow for a second.

Too cold.

The temperature display in the car shows that the current outdoor temperature has reached minus 58 degrees Celsius.

Seeing Gu Yuntao running into the car, Chen Chen took a look with some envy.

This weather is really a life-threatening person.

He covered his ears and walked towards the wall with his back towards the wind.

Although he was wearing a hat, he still felt his ears being sore from the cold.

The ears are not as resistant to freezing as other parts of the body, and they are prone to frostbite.

One hour later.

The ultraviolet lights on the fence were all removed.

In the No. 45 sentry tower, the deputy captain of the Eighth Brigade of the Minwu Department, Guitou walked in.

“Are all the heating valves closed?”

"It's all closed." Wang Ou was packing up his parcel and the items in the container whistle, intending to evacuate.

The ghost head walked over to check the heating valve himself. After confirming that it was indeed closed, he said:

"Okay, you can take it down. There is a truck below to pick you up and return to the trading market."

"Yes." The two of them retreated under the wall with their packages on their backs.

The buffer city is too large, and they are on duty in the west area, farthest from the east gate of the trading market, and it is almost 3.5 kilometers away.

In such a cold day, it will take at least a few dozen minutes to walk over with your legs.

So I specially arranged a truck to pick them up and return to the trading market.

A few minutes later.

They came to the side of the truck with their packages on their backs.

"Old Wang, come on, I'll pull you up." After Zhang Feng saw Wang Ou, an acquaintance, in the truck, immediately stood up and stretched out his hand.

Wang Ou threw the package on his shoulders, which were covered with white snowflakes.

He held Zhang Feng's hand tightly and climbed up.

Then, Zhang Feng and Meng Zi pulled Chen Chen behind him up.

The truck was covered. After entering the truck, they sat on the seats that were knocked down on both sides.

Trucks like theirs have been modified with electric welding, and a row of seats can be set up near both sides.

If you want to transport things, you can put up the seats so that they will not occupy space.

The car was already full of people. Zhang Feng walked to the last position of the car, knocked on the car, and shouted:

"Laogu, you're full of people, can you leave?"

Gu Yuntao's voice came from the front:

"What's the rush? This is my last trip. After entering the trading market, I'm going to deliver the car. Wait for the back to see if anyone is coming down and can squeeze in."

When Zhang Feng heard this, he wanted to complain and scold him, but he had been waiting here for more than ten minutes.

Although there is a ceiling on the head, there is no door behind the car bucket, only a baffle.

The wind blew into the carriage, and they were really cold in the carriage.

Zhang Feng bent his waist and returned to his original position.

Huhuhu--

The snow outside kept falling on Wang Ou and Chen Chen next to the car.

They were right next to the baffle, and the snowflakes were blowing by the wind, dancing in the carriage.

Everyone in the car lowered their heads, put their hands in their pockets, and hunched their waists.

Wang Ou took off his gloves, his right hand was swollen and purple. He opened the two layers of zippers and inserted his hand into his armpits, with his skin close to his skin.

Hiss ~

He gasped.

His right hand was like ice, making him tremble with cold.

A mask of pain appeared on his face, but his right hand felt warm and comfortable.

Pain and comfort, the two feelings run side by side in his body.

What a fucking weather.

"Give me one?" Zhang Feng saw Wang Ou in such pain, so he took out a corn squid cigarette from the cigarette box in his arms and handed it to Wang Ou.

"You are really a luxury!" Wang Ou glanced at Zhang Feng in surprise, and took it without hesitation without taking off his gloves. He was not a bastard.

Cigarettes are luxury goods in the end of the world.

Especially after the snowstorm, cigarettes were in short supply in the trading market.

Now in the trading market, a pack of cigarettes like this is sold at a price of 5 points per pack.

There are 20 cigarettes in a pack, which is equivalent to a cigarette price of 0.25 points!

And just one tortilla is 0.25 points.

luxury!

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "Where did it come from?" Wang Ou greedily put the corn whisker cigarette at the tip of his nose and sniffed it. He is reluctant to smoke this cigarette on weekdays, it is too expensive.

"I won't tell you." Zhang Feng smiled mysteriously.

Then take out the lighter and light it for Wang Ou, click-

The flames slowly burned the cigarette, and Wang Ou took a deep breath greedily.

He was not willing to vomit it out, closed his eyes and felt the smoke filling his lungs carefully, enjoying the faint dizziness.

Smoking is not good for the health, but for the people in the end of the world, temporary relaxation is more important than being healthy or not. They are too mentally stressed, and tobacco and alcohol can help them.

call--

Wang Ou almost vomited smoke, but the white mist sprayed was just a white mist condensed by the hot air sprayed out due to the cold environment.

Because he was sitting next to him, the wind was strong, so he quickly blocked the wind with his body to prevent the wind from smoking his cigarette.

"I'm brother enough?" Zhang Feng said with a smile, hanging a cigarette.

"You are really my good brother!" Wang Ou praised with a thumbs up.

The right hand, which had just been frozen, slowly recovered from the warmth of the armpits.

"Brother Wang, give me a sip. It's great to see you guys." Chen Chen, who was sitting opposite, said with some envy.

Wang Ou glared at him, "I can't smoke, what do I do when I learn it!"

Chen Chen rubbed his hands after hearing this, "Okay."

Zhang Feng slowly let out a breath of smoke and said softly:

"Old Wang, this blizzard will probably not stop for a while. It's so terrifying. The blizzard that had been going on for twenty days before has started, and now it's starting again."

Wang Ou paused for a few seconds, shook his head and sighed:

"Yes, it's all minus 60 degrees. If it continues to snow like this... I'm afraid that the trading market wall can't stand it..."
Chapter completed!