Apocalypse Rebirth: 3000 million won at the beginning

Chapter 1770: White Hair Storm, is the big camphor tree going to be finished?
"Tell me what you think?" Song Zhihong sat down on the chair and looked up at Deng Wen.

Deng Wen was a meteorological expert who had previously come to the Oil City and was later introduced to the headquarters of the Dazhangshu Base as a talent.

Deng Wen said solemnly:
"Dean Song, based on our research over the past six months, natural disasters cannot be judged based on past common sense, but I have found that many of these natural disasters are gradual."

"It took nearly a month to go from a force 3 wind to a force 6 wind. The second blizzard took only a week to go from a force 3 wind to a force 6 wind. And it took less than three days to go from a force 6 wind to a force 8 wind."

"So I think the wind will definitely increase in the future. We have to be prepared for it."

Song Zhihong waved his hand, "I know everything you said."

"The key point is, we need to know how strong the wind will be, so that I can report it to the city lord."

"I don't know either, but we must prepare for the worst." Deng Ben shook his head.

Song Zhihong sighed. This was the difficulty of their Natural Disaster Research Institute.

There is simply no way to give a detailed, specific and accurate prediction.

"but."

Deng Ben changed the subject and continued:

"However, once the wind speed reaches level 10, even if there is a wall blocking the Oil City, it will still produce a white-hair wind storm surge."

"In that situation, people's visual range will not exceed three meters. I suggest that all outdoor activities be suspended, including snow shoveling and snow removal. Otherwise, people outdoors will definitely get lost and unable to return."

"If the wind speed reaches level 12 or above, then things outdoors in the oil city, such as coal and vehicles, may be blown up by the hurricane."

"So, I suggest that it is safer to tell the city lord according to the worst-case scenario and take preventive measures as soon as possible."

Song Zhihong glanced at Deng Wen in surprise.

Song Zhihong knew the Baimaofeng he was talking about.

That refers to weather with strong winds, cooling temperatures and snowfall, which is also known as "blowing snow" or "snowstorm" in meteorology.

When the white hair wind comes, snow is everywhere. The strong wind blows the snow on the ground and the snow falling from the clouds into the sky. The ground and the sky are all white and the visibility is extremely poor.

At the worst times, visibility was only a few dozen centimeters.

Even if a person stands in front of you, you can't see him, just like a blind person.

There is nothing that can be done about it. The horrible white wind will bring a lot of snow with it, making it difficult for people to move at all, let alone be on duty.

When it's dark, you can still see with a flashlight.

But in the white-haired wind, turning on the flashlight is of no use.

There is only one way to judge the surrounding environment, relying on listening.

But in the fierce storm, the sound of wind and snow was so loud that shouting could be heard if the distance was closer.

A little further away, the sound of wind and snow covered it.

In this environment, the best thing they can do is to stay indoors and not go anywhere.

Song Zhihong stood up and took his coat, scarf, hat and gloves from the hanger. These were the four essential pieces of equipment they needed when going from indoors to outdoors.

Whenever they enter the room from outside, they are the first to take off these four pieces of clothing.

The temperature in the room was over 20 degrees Celsius, while the temperature outside was over 70 degrees below zero, with a terrifying temperature difference of 80 degrees.

"Come on, let's go find the president." Song Zhihong took his things and said to the two people behind him.

Deng Wen quickly followed Song Zhihong out.

Walking out of the Natural Disaster Research Institute, the snowplows were still running outside.

The snowplows were driving much slower than usual and all had their fog lights on.

The wind has become stronger recently. If the driver drives too fast, he will not be able to see the situation in the distance clearly and may hit someone.

That's why the car speed was slowed down.

Looking at the passing snowplow, Song Zhihong's eyelids jumped.

He thought of a horrible consequence.

If the snowstorm lasts too long and people indoors cannot come out to clear the snow,
By the time the white hair wind passes, how thick will the snow be!
Moreover, the amount of snow in the Baimaofeng itself is astonishing. In addition, the strong wind of the Baimaofeng will blow up the snow on the ground.
Just thinking about it made him shudder.

How to do?
He lowered his head and thought hard while walking towards the outer city administrative building.

The intercom said it was inappropriate.

This kind of thing can only be explained clearly in front of the president.

And this matter is too important.

ten minutes later.

They arrived at the First Outer City Administration Building.

The icicles under the eaves of the administrative building hang down along the eaves. The icicles are nearly 1 meter long and look like door curtains.

Someone nearby was hitting the ice cones with a stick to prevent them from falling and hitting people on the head, causing injuries.

Song Zhihong walked to the door, broke off a small piece of ice cone, put it in his mouth and chewed it as an ice cube.

Walking such a distance in his clothes made him sweat a little.

Eat a piece of ice to cool down.

I walked upstairs with ease and found the president's office.

Standing at the door of the president's office, Song Zhihong had not yet figured out a solution to the worst-case scenario he had just thought of.

His palms were sweaty and he scratched them with his fingernails.

Tidy up my hair a bit.

Take a deep breath and knock on the door.

Tuk Tuk——

"Come in."

Song Zhihong pushed the door open and walked in. His second uncle was writing and drawing on the table, holding a magnifying glass in one hand.

It looks like he is looking at a map.

"President." Song Zhihong said after coming in.

When he heard Song Zhihong's voice, the second uncle paused.

There have been a lot of troubles coming to him recently, and he mostly told them to solve them themselves.

I thought it was something like a broken water pipe in the outer city.

But Song Zhihong coming to find him was definitely not a good thing.

Second Uncle simply put down the magnifying glass and pen in his hand.

He asked solemnly, "What happened?"

He could see that Song Zhihong looked nervous, which didn't look like a good thing.

Song Zhihong said seriously:

"Minister, the wind force has now reached level eight and is increasing rapidly. It may continue to rise. By then, I'm afraid it will give rise to a white-haired wind. In severe cases, it may even produce a hurricane."

Upon hearing this, my second uncle stood up from his chair.

He lost his voice and asked, "Hurricane!?"

He experienced a hurricane storm, which left a deep impression on him.

The big trees outside were uprooted, and people standing outside would be blown away by the wind.

It's still a blizzard now. If a hurricane hits, the scene will be unimaginable to me.

I thought it was just an ordinary snowstorm, but now it has escalated into a hurricane.

Song Zhihong's face was solemn, and he continued:

"Hurricanes are not my biggest worry. What I am most worried about is that if a white-haired wind starts to blow, outdoor snow removal work will not be possible, and even guarding the fence will not be able to continue."

"And I don't know how long the white-hair wind will last. Under the white-hair wind, there will be heavy snow, and a lot of snow will blow into our base. I'm worried that our base will be covered by snow."

Boom!
After hearing what he said, my second uncle sat down on the stool.

His eyes widened with fear.

So scary!
I rely on!

Song Zhihong never comes here on normal days, but this time he came and used a big move!

Song Zhihong pointed at Deng Wen and said, "Deng Wen, tell the president in detail your ideas and the trajectory of Feng's movements that you have discovered."

"it is good."

Deng Wen nodded and said to his second uncle:

"President, the wind direction is scattered now, but it is mainly from the north."

Ten minutes later.

Second Uncle stood there in a daze, his mind a little confused.

How could it be so serious?!

Although Song Zhihong has always emphasized that this is all speculation based on past natural disasters and has no scientific basis, and what they said is the worst case scenario.

It is also possible that the wind stopped at around level nine.

No one can say for sure.

but.

They at Dazhangshu have always been preparing for defense based on the worst-case scenario.

According to Song Zhihong and others, if the white hair wind continues for a week, the terrifying amount of snow will be ten times the current snowfall.

A week.

It only takes a week.

The walls of the buffer city will become as high as the snow outside, and the buildings and even the greenhouses of the buffer city will all be covered with snow.

They were unable to shovel or clear the snow due to the white-haired wind.

Even shoveling and snow removal cannot keep up with the increasing amount of snow.

You just finished clearing the snow, and within a few minutes, the ground is covered with a thick layer of snow again.

There is no way to sweep and shovel all the snow.

The second uncle took a deep breath and calmed himself down.

"Close the door, sit down, pour yourself a glass of water, and I'll make some contact."

Deng Wen and the other two looked at each other and sat on the chairs in the reception area.

My second uncle picked up the intercom and made an emergency call.

"Minister Liu, I have a serious situation here and I need you to come over to discuss it."

"Xiao Lu, I have something to do here, please come over quickly."

"City Lord, Song Zhihong from the Natural Disaster Research Institute has made a major discovery, SSS level."

"Yes, it is very important. It concerns the life and death of our base."

The second uncle contacted the eldest uncle and Li Yu with the walkie-talkie. After calling them, he immediately turned on the radio on the table.

Urgently contact Oil City and the North.

"This is the management committee of the Camphor Tree Base. I'm Li Hongda."

"Well, quickly forward the message to Minister Li, Chief Luo, and Ju Tianrui. I have something urgent to discuss with them. Ask them to contact me as soon as they are online."

"Northern Territory Communications Office, find Xiao Jun and Li Haoran immediately and have them come online immediately. I have something to ask them, it's urgent!"

After communicating all this, my second uncle put down his headset.

My second uncle’s conference room is not small. It has a coffee table, a row of sofas behind it, and a chair on each side of the sofa.

There are a few stools opposite.

Second Uncle’s desk is at the back of the room. On the wall hangs a calligraphy piece written by Qing Yuan: Hope words will come naturally.

Inside the office.

Xiao Gao sat halfway on the chair, sipping the hot water in small sips.

I felt a little uneasy.

He was just a junior researcher at the Natural Disaster Research Institute and was assigned to be an assistant under Deng Wen.

The people that the president had just called out so smoothly made him secretly frightened.

The people the president contacted were the most powerful people in the camphor tree base:

The city lord, the highest leader of the camphor tree camp.

Li Hongqian, Minister of Military Affairs, is currently the person in charge of the Oil City branch base.

Liu Jianwen, Deputy Minister of the Military Department, is currently the military leader of the Dazhangshu Headquarters Base.

Chief Luo San, a military subordinate and director of the Operations Department, is in charge of the most hardcore combat brigade of the Dazhangshu base. The Operations Department is the absolute core force of their Dazhangshu forces.

Ju Tianrui, a military subordinate and director of the Civilian Armed Forces Department, is in charge of 20 civil armed forces brigades and 4000 armed combat personnel.

Lu Cheng, a military subordinate and director of the Security Department, directly commands the internal security battalion, patrol team, and assault team.

Xiao Jun, a military subordinate, is the captain of the fifth elite combat team of the combat brigade and concurrently serves as the general manager of the northern border.

Li Haoran, Ministry of Internal Affairs, internal supervisor stationed in the North, coordinates all matters related to internal affairs in the North.

These eight people can be said to be the real people in power in the three places of Dazhangshu Headquarters Base, Oil City, and the Northern Territory.

As an assistant researcher at the Natural Disaster Research Institute, it is difficult for him to meet these people on a daily basis.

If Deng Ben hadn’t dragged Song Zhihong’s relationship today, and he hadn’t dragged Deng Ben’s relationship, he wouldn’t have been able to meet the president at all.

He was quite excited when he thought about having a meeting with so many big guys later.

Oh my god, this is so high-end.

There are a bunch of big guys, and I am the only rookie.

It feels so exciting.

This sense of excitement diluted his worries and anxieties about the subsequent white-hair wind disaster.

He believed that with so many big guys around, the problem could definitely be solved.

What's more, in his eyes, the power of the big camphor tree has always been very strong and it has survived so many natural disasters.

This time, it should be.
Just as he was daydreaming, Song Zhihong, who was sitting on the sofa opposite him, was also racking his brains to think about how to solve the problem of snow accumulation.

What will happen to the camphor tree base if the white wind brings so much snow?

The characteristic of white-hair wind is that it will try to smooth the ground and reduce the height difference.

The snow outside the wall is now more than ten meters high. If it weren't for the buffer city wall blocking the snow outside, the large camphor tree base would have been covered and buried by the snow long ago, with snowplows clearing the snow day and night.

In the white hair wind, the snow outside will be blown into the sky and fall down.

Let the thickness of snow inside and outside the large camphor tree base become level.

What should I do?
Let’s not talk about buildings, let’s just talk about greenhouses.

What happens to the crops inside after being covered and buried by snow?
What if it lasts too long and no one takes care of the crops?
Where should others hide?
Such a cold day.

Heavenly Bodhisattva!
inner city.

Li Yu sat in the secret passage under the basement, looking at the heavy snow outside.

After receiving the message from his second uncle, he stood up with an expressionless face.

He picked up the thermos beside him, stood up and walked upstairs.

Thinking about things in his head, he walked to the changing area in the compartment at the entrance of the villa.

He put on a thick snow coat, a hat and sunglasses, and tied his scarf tightly.

Wear heavy snow boots and a pair of thick gloves.

He opened the villa garage and rode out a snowmobile.

This snowmobile is cool black, has amazing power and is very handsome.

Paired with Li Yu's outfit, he looks a bit shabby.

Click!

Li Yu put on a snow helmet and boom, boom, boom.

start up--

Drive straight to the outer city.

Under the blizzard, the electric donkeys produced in the base are not working well.

The battery life is reduced by 50% due to the influence of temperature.

The wind was blowing while riding.

Li Yu was thinking about what preparations he should make.

He always stays calm when facing big things. The bigger the challenge, the calmer Li Yu becomes.

He knew that if this situation was not handled properly, even the camphor tree land might be destroyed.

Let’s not talk about destruction, but if we don’t handle it properly, we will definitely suffer heavy losses!

After all, if the base is buried under tens of meters of snow, what will happen to the people, crops, livestock, etc.?
However, Li Yu did not seem to have such worries.

He didn't seem to think about this at all, his mind was full of how to solve these problems.

In this crisis, he seemed like a different person, without the internal friction he usually had.

It has completely turned into a calm thinking and execution machine.

Just make the right decisions.

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