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Chapter 84 Freezing to Death in the Snow

Hei Ri suddenly burst through the door of the technology building and rushed out, which really surprised Song Xingye.

The howling wind, at minus thirty degrees Celsius, swept in large snowflakes and poured into the room, making everyone's scalp tingle. Mira also jumped up from her futon on the floor.

The big black dog's behavior was indeed abnormal. Song Xingye felt something was wrong and thought that the wolf pack in the mountains had come out to hunt.

So he hurriedly picked up the iron rod used to hold the coal, but after weighing it in his hand, he felt it wasn't heavy enough, so he threw it down, turned around and found a shovel, and carefully moved it towards the door.

Mira and Wang Jianxin were also intimidated by this tense atmosphere.

With a click, Mira cocked the Makarov pistol.

Wang Jianxin kicked Ivan, who was still fast asleep, awake. The two of them grabbed wrenches and iron bars and followed behind, trembling.

Outside the door, the biting cold sent shivers down one's spine, and the icy wind howled straight into the room.

Song Xingye only peeked out for a short while before half his face went numb from the cold.

The big black dog kept barking at the blizzard, but no wolves or green eyes appeared in the snowstorm.

The four men crouched and waited like startled birds for half a day, until their hands and feet were ice-cold, but no enemy appeared.

"Damn it!" Wang Jianxin threw down the iron rod, the cold sweat on his forehead freezing into frost. "What's wrong with this idiot? He let all the warmth we'd managed to build up in the house escape!"

Mira put away her gun, her brows furrowed, utterly perplexed. "Black Sun never makes random noises, but its behavior today is truly strange—"

She called out several times into the wind and snow, but Hei Ri ignored her, stubbornly squatting in the snow, baring its teeth and growling at the mountains and forests.

It was as if some unseen, terrifying being was standing in that vast, white chaos.

With no other option, Mira nudged Song Xingye in front of her, signaling him to go and bring the dog back.

She got up in such a hurry that she just threw on a down jacket without even zipping it up before drawing her gun to be on guard.

Song Xingye's gaze swept over the area and caught a glimpse of the long, straight legs and high breasts visible through the opening of the down jacket.

Mira didn't seem embarrassed at all. She calmly put the gun back in its holster and then slowly zipped up her zipper.

Song Xingye shooed Hei Ri back to the fireside, braving the wind and snow to forcefully close the door again, before rubbing his almost frozen hands and squatting down to warm himself by the fire.

However, the Black Sun still harbors its lurking ambitions.

Those eyes were fixed on the tightly closed door, a low growl escaping his throat.

But Song Xingye had just observed carefully and found that the snow was clean and there were no traces of wolves.

Within a few dozen meters of sight, there was nothing but flying snow.

The only explanation is that this cold wave from Siberia is so rare, a once-in-a-century event, that even this mountain guard dog found it unusual.

After that, no one paid any more attention to the agitated black dog.

After the four finished their shift, Wang Jianxin and Ivan slept on makeshift beds around the stove, while Song Xingye and Mira continued to listen to signals in the sky.

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Time flies, and it has been four days since they arrived at the abandoned radar station.

The listening yielded still nothing.

Having not showered for several days, Mila could only scoop up a pot of snow, boil it into hot water, and simply wipe her face. The beautiful white goose Mila, who had been like a lotus flower in clear water when she first set off, had now fallen into the shape of an ugly duckling.

Add to that the stench of three grown men's smelly shoes, and the environment here was absolutely appalling.

They listened until the afternoon, but the two had nothing to do. They chatted occasionally, but it was all rather casual.

The big black dog, however, remained restless. Every now and then, it would stand up from the stove, its heavy paws slapping against the terrazzo floor with a "thump, thump" sound, pacing anxiously.

Fortunately, it didn't go berserk and ram the door again, otherwise Song Xingye really intended to tie it up.

As evening approached, a strange wind swept up outside the technical building of the Saturn Tracking and Control Station No. 31.

Song Xingye peered out the window and saw that in the west, the Black Mountain range was shrouded in what appeared to be swirling white mist that seemed to fill the sky and earth.

This was a blizzard caused by strong airflow. The sky was almost completely covered by flying snowflakes, which rushed towards the small hills of Snake Mountain with great force.

Song Xingye glanced at the time.

No matter how bad the weather, the radar antenna and the parabolic dish lid must be cleared of snow regularly, otherwise the monitoring signal will be weakened.

He had just picked up his shovel and stepped outside when the wind and snow obscured his vision, making it almost impossible to see anything.

Following the route he remembered, he laboriously made his way to the radar, where he brushed away the snow covering the dish and antenna.

Song Xingye went out twice today, but he didn't expect that even though he cleared the snow every few hours, the snow thickness was still increasing at a visible rate.

After finally finishing the cleanup, his gloved hands were numb with cold. He carried the shovel and walked back through the wind and snow.

After taking only a few steps toward the technology building, Song Xingye realized something was wrong.

It felt as if I had entered a thick, white fog, so dark I couldn't see my own hand in front of my face.

He spun around in a daze, then suddenly realized he'd messed up; he'd lost his bearings.

This blizzard is unlike any other snowstorm; in Kazakhstan, it's called "Ban." The gale-force winds whip up dry snow from the ground, instantly reducing visibility to zero.

Leaning on his shovel, Song Xingye shouted at the top of his lungs, "Mira! Mira!"

The howling wind and snow instantly drowned out his cries, leaving only the fierce winds of the mountains and fields that stirred the world.

Song Xingye was dumbfounded; this was a sign that someone was going to freeze to death.

He quickly crouched down and tried to crawl a few steps in one direction.

But soon he realized something was wrong, so he changed direction and crawled forward for dozens of meters in one breath, reaching out and grabbing at the air, hoping to touch the cold base of the wall.

There was nothing there.

He shouted a few more times, but his voice was quickly drowned out; there was nothing around him except the howling wind and snow.

Song Xingye knew he was lost. If he continued climbing aimlessly, he might just miss the building, then climb further and further away until he froze to death in the snow.

He curled up, trying to calm himself down.

The white blizzard created a phenomenon of swirling snow, with hissing sounds all around, similar to boiling water. The cold wind blew the floating snow, making it roll rapidly across the ground like quicksand.

A white sandstorm made the already frigid temperatures even more terrifying.

Amidst the raging blizzard and the deafening winds, Song Xingye estimated the rate at which he was losing body temperature.

At this point, the wind speed was getting faster and faster, almost comparable to a typhoon.

A thick, white fog enveloped the surroundings.

In a white, chaotic scene, the wind whipped snowflakes against his face, and the chill seeped into his collar and cuffs, making Song Xingye feel his body temperature rapidly decreasing.

Let's take a gamble!

He gritted his teeth, turned around, and crawled desperately like a gecko with a broken tail, cursing the awful weather in Baikonur as he went.

After climbing several dozen meters further, he still couldn't see any familiar sights in his poor field of vision; there was nothing but a white expanse.

Song Xingye tried his best to remain calm and changed direction to continue climbing.

After climbing for a while, he would stop and grope around, trying to find even a familiar stone or a discarded steel bar.

A few minutes later, he stopped crawling around.

Completely lost.

Is that Soviet-style technical building on the left, which is right next to it, or on the right, which is completely opposite?

The body temperature kept dropping, and the white-haired wind blew harder and harder.

Song Xingye thought to himself that he would probably freeze to death in a few minutes.

He suddenly thought of something, and trembling, he waved the shovel beside him, trying to dig a snow pit in the ground to hide in.

"when!"

The shovel hit the bottom, and the resulting shock made my hand go numb.

Beneath the snow lies a layer of frozen soil as hard as iron, which is impossible to dig through.

Song Xingye lay slumped in the snow, breathing heavily with difficulty, as if his internal organs were frozen.

His consciousness gradually faded, and it seemed he wouldn't make it through this ordeal today.

In a daze, he seemed to see a lone probe gracefully gliding across the dark night sky above him.

Is that the Forbes?

Song Xingye thought it was probably just a fantasy before he froze to death.

Suddenly, he sensed a noise nearby.

Song Xingye struggled to sit up and vaguely saw a dark, furry shadow as strong as a wild donkey.

Before he knew it, the big black dog had come to his side in a serious manner.

It stretched out its soft paws and patted his face, exhaling hot breath, and then extended its warm, soft tongue to lick Song Xingye's frosty cheek.