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"Beep—beep—"

Lin Xiulan looked out the window at the snow that had melted halfway.

Lu Qingshan's image appeared in my mind.

The journey from Hongshitun to the provincial capital was fraught with peril.

From dealing with Wei Biao, to rectifying the market, and now to this do-or-die grand opening spectacle.

He handed the whole operation over to himself.

Now, she can finally stand tall and tell him that she has caught this opportunity.

The forestry worker should have had dinner by now.

He was probably smoking a cigarette, leaning against the heated brick bed, looking through tomorrow's dispatch schedule.

There was a click on the other end of the phone.

"Hey? Is this the main switchboard at Hongshi Forest Farm?" Lin Xiulan cleared her throat. "Could you please connect me to Lu Qingshan from the Transportation Department?"

The other person didn't say anything.

There was only a series of heavy breathing sounds, as if someone was suppressing some emotion.

"Feed?" Lin Xiulan frowned, thinking it was a problem with the electrical wires being damp and causing a distorted sound.

"The line is bad? I'm calling from Xiushan Industrial in the provincial capital. I'm looking for Lu Qingshan."

"Lin... Sister-in-law Lin?"

It was a woman's voice, trembling violently, with a distinct sobbing tone.

Lin Xiulan recognized the voice; it was Xiao Liu, the operator in the forest farm's communications room, through whom she had relayed many messages.

Lu Qingshan had mentioned to her before that this girl was efficient at her work, but she was timid.

"Little Liu."

Lin Xiulan breathed a sigh of relief and casually made a small talk, "What's wrong? Who bullied you? You should ask Lu Qingshan to teach him a lesson."

There was no response on the other end of the phone; the sobbing grew louder.

A series of chaotic footsteps and a man's shouts came through the microphone.

"Second team! Second team, take the long ropes! Search towards Laoyagou! Line up in a row and lie down!"

"Director Li said to bring out all the strong liquor from the warehouse and give it to the search and rescue team! If they get frozen, they can just take a sip!"

"We can't delay! We must find them tonight!"

"Sister-in-law... what should we do!"

Xiao Liu burst into tears on the phone.

Lin Xiulan gripped the receiver tightly, her knuckles turning white.

"Why are you crying? Did something happen at the site? Did you not load enough wood?"

This was the biggest problem she could think of.

The construction group is pressing them hard, demanding a penalty of 10,000 yuan per day for breach of contract, which is based on the performance-based agreement signed by Lu Qingshan.

"It's not wood..." Xiao Liu sobbed, his words incoherent, "It's Section Chief Lu..."

Lin Xiulan felt her hands and feet turn cold, her blood rush to her head, and her voice became louder, she didn't know if it was from fear or fright.

"What's wrong with Lu Qingshan? Speak clearly!"

"Section Chief Lu led a team to deliver timber to the Provincial Construction Company, but they encountered a blizzard on the way..." Xiao Liu sniffled, sobbing and panting.

"We...we've lost contact with the convoy..."

"Director Li went crazy and smashed his desk."

"He sent out three search and rescue teams, but they couldn't even get into the ravine before being blown back by the wind..."

"Sister-in-law, it's been twelve hours, and we haven't even found a tire track!"

The microphone slammed onto the wooden table with a loud thud.

Lin Xiulan swayed twice, then braced herself against the edge of the table, managing not to fall.

The north wind outside the window lashed against the glass, and the room, which had been sweltering just moments before, seemed to have instantly turned into an icebox.

They have been out of contact for twelve hours.

In the scorching weather of Changbai Mountain, where your jaw can freeze off.

Without shelter or supplies, it was practically an invitation from the King of Hell.

At the same time, deep in Laoxiongling, on the west side of Hongshi County.

The sky was completely dark.

The air was filled with snow powder swirling with ice shards, like thousands of tiny knives flying everywhere.

The "white blizzard" that people in the forest area fear most has finally arrived.

Three Jiefang brand heavy trucks, fully loaded with red pine trees, were stuck diagonally in a snowdrift halfway up the mountain.

The front of the car was badly dented, the hood was smashed open, and the parts inside were covered with a thick layer of ice.

Ahead was a crevasse that was more than ten meters wide.

The old path leading down the mountain was completely blocked by chunks of snow rolling down with a thunderous roar.

The road behind was covered with a layer of slippery blue ice.

The heavy truck was carrying tens of tons of wood; it couldn't climb up or back down.

The temperature in the cab of the lead vehicle dropped below minus forty degrees Celsius.

Before the breath even reached the windshield, it condensed into a layer of white frost.

Lu Qingshan, wrapped in a sheepskin coat, sat in the passenger seat.

He rubbed the muscles on his thighs vigorously to keep the blood flowing.

Sitting in the driver's seat was Xiao Zhang, a young forestry driver. Xiao Zhang's left glove had a hole in it, with two fingers sticking out.

The skin had turned black and was swollen like a carrot.

"Section Chief Lu..." Xiao Zhang's teeth chattered, his voice trembling with tears, "Is my hand... ruined?"

Lu Qingshan reached over Xiao Zhang and slammed his hand on the dial.

The fuel gauge needle was limply stuck to the lowest red line.

"The oil base isn't enough to burn for another half hour."

Lu Qingshan exhaled a breath of white air.

"Once the heating is turned off, this metal carriage won't last more than half a night."

Xiao Zhang gripped the steering wheel tightly, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.

"Are we...are we going to die here?"

Lu Qingshan pulled the walkie-talkie from under his seat and pressed the call button.

A few crackling sounds of electricity rang out.

"Old Zhao, Big Liu, can you still start those two cars behind you?"

Intermittent sounds came from the walkie-talkie.

"Section Chief Lu... the exhaust pipe is frozen solid, it won't start." Old Zhao's voice was weak. "The brothers in the truck can't hold on anymore, they're getting sleepy."

Lu Qingshan frowned; drowsiness was a precursor to hypothermia.

Once you fall asleep, you may never wake up again.

He pulled out the old-fashioned short flintlock pistol from his pocket, pried open the barrel, and loaded a bright yellow bullet.

"Don't sleep! Even if we're slapping each other, you better stay awake!"

Lu Qingshan shouted into the walkie-talkie.

"My life is tough enough that even the King of Hell wouldn't dare take me. You all stay close to me."

He squinted and peered out through the cracks in the glass, which were covered in frost.

Outside, the wind howled like ghosts.

The snow was so thick it reached above the thighs.

Staying in the car and waiting to die is not a solution.

We had to abandon the car and find a sheltered rocky outcrop to start a fire and spend the night there.

He had walked this road in his previous life and knew that there was an abandoned logging site dugout half a mile to the east.

Just as he reached for the car door handle.

"Waaah—"

A deep roar came from beside my legs.

When driving in winter, Lu Qingshan usually brings his dog along.

The hunting dog, Qingwei, which had been huddled on the footrest to keep warm, suddenly stood up straight.

It arched its back, and the black hair on its neck stood up in a puff of bristles, making it look like a hedgehog with its fur standing on end.

"What's up, old buddy?"

Lu Qingshan stopped what he was doing and reached out to touch Qingwei's head.

The blue tail placed its two front paws on the bottom edge of the car window and roared fiercely at the wind and snow to the right front.

The voice carried a warning, mixed with a rare hint of apprehension.

Big Yellow stayed in the village to guard the house; only Green Tail accompanied the vehicle this time.

What could make this battle-hardened old dog show such fear was definitely not an ordinary wild beast.

Xiao Zhang was so frightened that he huddled in the leather seat.

"Wolves? There are wolf packs?"

Lu Qingshan pressed down the crank of the car window, and the glass rolled down a crack.

A knife-like cold wind mixed with snowflakes rushed in, stinging my face.

He pressed his eyes close, staring in the direction of the blue tail's roar.

Snow and wind swept across the sky.

You can't see anything but the white snow.

He fumbled for the trigger of the musket, his fingertips touching the cold, hard metal.

Sudden.

Deep within the snow curtain to the right front.

Two points of eerie green light suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Like two small lanterns hanging in mid-air, they did not sway at all.

He just stared intently at those few metal trucks that were in dire straits.