With the arrival of a more severe winter, the European land has fallen into a situation of thousands of miles of ice.

The heavy snow lasted for three days, and at a glance there was a vast expanse of white between the sky and the earth.

Bayan shook off the snow on his body and entered the bunker. A burst of hot air hit his face, numbing it.

The little snow remaining on my hair began to turn into water droplets and roll down.

The battlefield seemed to be sealed by heavy snow and ice, and there was no sound of gunfire on the battlefield. The soldiers all huddled in bunkers, living a rare leisure time on the battlefield.

Hugjirel handed Bayan a bowl of broth. He took a sip of the hot mutton soup on a cold day and felt warm all over his body.

The mutton soup only contains salt and chili, and there are not so many seasonings on the battlefield.

No one cares about the mutton smell. Do Mongolians dislike the mutton smell?

"I asked you to be the deputy battalion commander, but you just refused to let go of the broken company commander. People say you will get promoted and make a fortune. What are you trying to do?"

Hugjirel stood by the stove, mumbling incessantly.

Bayan ignored him and drank the mutton soup on his own.

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

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

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

In the Battle of Tsaritsyn, the division lost more than half of its troops.

Bayan felt chills running down his spine just thinking about it, it was so overwhelming!

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

I heard from brothers who had been to Tsaritsyn that it was extremely miserable in the basement of the train station.

There were layers of corpses, and many people wore gas masks, but they were still poisoned to death by the gas.

It is said that there is not even a mouse in Tsaritsyn City now.

Not to mention mice, there probably wasn't even a cockroach.

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

If the powder scraped up from the ground gets on your skin, you'll be in big trouble!

It will start as a red rash, and then the rash will turn into small yellow bubbles.

The transparent bubbles are filled with yellow water. If you can't help itching, you might scratch the bubbles.

The day is coming when life is worse than death!

Wherever the yellow water flows, it begins to rot.

It is said that the feeling of thousands of tiny bugs gnawing at the skin is so painful and itchy that it makes people want to commit suicide in despair.

That kind of situation makes people shudder just thinking about it.

Before I knew it, I had finished the mutton soup.

He pulled out an apple from the wall, wiped it with his sleeve and started to chew it.

"You're a starving ghost, so you know how to eat." Hugjiril started thinking incessantly again.

"It's over or not. Why are you so rude? I'm not as good as a good old lady." Bayan finally couldn't help it anymore.

"Isn't there a carrot? Why do you want to eat an apple?"

Bayan almost went crazy after hearing this. Is this the reason? He must have gone crazy!

"Carrot has heartburn!"

"There are not even radishes to eat on the grassland, and I don't see you suffering from heartburn."

"You're looking for a beating, right? If you slap the big mouth, you won't have heartburn." Bayan finally got angry.

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

Before the lingering sound dissipated, he received a punch in the face.

Then, Bayan was kicked in the stomach.

The two people hugged each other and rolled on the ground. The person riding on them would punch twice with their fists.

Then he would be knocked over by the people below and receive a few blows on his face.

The soldiers watching the excitement began to make habitual bets.

Fighting is also a good form of entertainment during boring days on the battlefield.

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

"There is a white disaster on the grassland. My mother will freeze to death and starve to death." Hugjirel was lying on the ground, his eyes filled with tears.

The white plague is a disaster for the grassland!

Countless livestock have starved to death, and countless herdsmen will also freeze to death and starve to death.

It's not that there's nothing to eat, it's that there's nothing to burn.

It snowed heavily for three days in a row. In some places, the snow was as thick as one meter. In places where it was thin, it was more than half a meter thick.

Everything on the grassland is buried beneath the ice and snow.

Only the best winter nests can have enough winter grass.

This is the most tiring season for prairie people. They need to constantly use shovels to turn over the snow so that their livestock can eat the hay underneath.

The more cattle and sheep a family has, the more tired they will be.

There are more than two families shoveling snow in the middle of the night!

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

There is no way, the ground shoveled out by people is not enough for the animals to eat.

If the cow doesn't eat, there will be no cow dung. Without cow dung, there will be no fire.

Burn hay?

That's something only a prodigal would do.

The precious winter grass is for the livestock, who will use it to light the fire for warmth.

Everyone in the underground bunker was silent!

Everyone sat on the stool silently!

The Ming Dynasty was at war and almost all its manpower, material and financial resources were invested in the battlefield.

At this time, how could there be any spare capacity for disaster relief?

Even if there is spare power, will it really be used to rescue the Mongolians who suffered from the White Disaster?

The Central Plains dynasties of all dynasties have never done anything like this.

Besides, the snow on the grassland is so thick that even the horse cannot ride, how can we save it!

More than half of the people in the Mongolian camp are Mongolians. Even the Han people are mostly from northern Shaanxi and Gansu.

The means of livelihood are not much different from those of Mongolians!

Everyone who has cattle and sheep at home knows what the White Disaster is.

The strong laborers fought on the front lines, while the old, weak, women and children at home could only freeze to death and starve to death.

There was an eerie silence in the underground bunker, and some people started sobbing.

I don’t know who started crying first, but the whole underground bunker was filled with cries and howls.

Everyone was crying, crying for their elderly parents and young brothers and sisters who were behind, as well as for the helpless mother-in-law and the children who were waiting to be fed.

At first it was just sobbing, and then it was bursting into tears.

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

The desolate Mongolian humai sounded outside the bunker. The sound was distant and desolate, and it spread far away inside the snow.

In the distance, a smoking black spot was approaching.

The sentry pulled the bolt of his gun and watched the black dot in the distance gradually approach.

It was getting dark, and the tractor's two headlights were on.

The strong light pierced the darkness like a sharp sword.

Behind the crawler tractor was a dump bucket containing supplies.

This is also from the rear. If you are on the front line, you would not dare to turn on the headlights like this.

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

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

There is also a bag of pancakes and a box of canned food.
To be continued...