At this ti, the Northeast was in the cold month of January.
The temperature had dropped to its lowest point.
The overlapping mountains, now covered in snow, were a true depiction of "white mountains, black water," with nothing but white in view.
Fang Ming was trudging through the knee-deep snow, using a wooden stick to help him, and with heavy breaths, he said:
"Phew—"
"This place...is quite difficult to walk through."
Fang Ming said this while interacting with the live broadcast room.
At the sa ti, he minimized the ’real-ti map’ in the plot and said to the live broadcast room:
"Just two more mountains to cross."
"There’s a village there, and there should be food."
"This environnt...is even harsher than when I challenged the Moscow Defenders dal."
"It’s going to kill ."
As Fang Ming continued walking, he spoke to the Blue Star friends in the live broadcast room.
The Moscow Defenders dal challenge required surviving under the Imperial pursuit for 15 days, but in the current Republic plot, to see the final victory, one must hold on for 5 more years!
Moreover, this is still within the plot of World War II.
It’s crucial to know that the Awakening Era DLC from the World War I series started back in 1931.
When you calculate it like this.
To withstand in these icy conditions for 14 years until hearing the victory news is unimaginable.
In the live broadcast room, many newcors from Blue Star, watching the solitary Fang Ming, couldn’t help but ask why he wasn’t with the main forces.
Seeing this.
Fang Ming opened his mouth to explain:
"There was a main force, but it got scattered."
"Now, in the Northeast, the little devils are implenting the Three Alls Policy."
"Which ans kill all, burn all, loot all."
"Why have I been trekking through mountains so long, only to see a small village on the map?"
"Because the little devils implented a group policy to suppress the Northeast Anti-Japanese United Front."
"Which involved driving large numbers of civilians into concentration camps for centralized managent. Any resistance ant execution, the goal being to compress the living space of the United Front fighters."
"Even if they co out of the deep forests, they find no one."
"Cutting off the United Front fighters’ link with civilians."
"Then they set fire to the mountains and burned the villages; any cruel tactic you can imagine that these little devils didn’t do is non-existent."
"I got separated from the main force, and it’s been two days since."
"There’s no food left."
"Just two more mountains to cross to reach a village, hoping for a bit of luck there."
"Usually, there shouldn’t be much of a problem."
Fang Ming said this while continuing the difficult journey through the mountains.
By nightfall, he had barely climbed over the first mountain and reached the foot of the second.
Once over this mountain, there would be a village.
Fang Ming grabbed a handful of snow, put it in his mouth, but the snow water was of no use as it flowed down his stomach. He looked up at the mountain ahead.
Luckily, it’s not very high; just need to hold on....
After all, I’ve co this far.
In this situation, closing your eyes would an imdiate death.
The sub-zero temperatures of the Northeast are no joke.
They can truly freeze soone to death.
During the World War I series, he had experienced the Northeast plot, getting frozen to death twice in a cave.
Even a bonfire couldn’t help.
Now, there isn’t even a bonfire, and he’s been hungry for two days.
Closing his eyes could reset the entire scene again.
Fang Ming took a deep breath, looked at the mountain in front of him, set all the feeling indicators to the lowest, and clenched his teeth as he started climbing.
The howling cold wind cut like a knife.
Even with the sensations toned down, the discomfort from the cold combined with the wind was overwhelmingly intense.
As he continued walking.
Suddenly!
His whole body plunged into a snow well that was waist-deep, giving him a jolt of awareness, and he only relaxed when he felt the solid ground beneath his feet.
Fortunately, it wasn’t a deep pit, or he would’ve died here.
He crawled out with difficulty and continued walking through the knee-deep snow.
The silent mountain was eerily unsettling.
In the distance, wolf howls could be heard. Fang Ming instinctively reached for the rifle on his back for so sense of security, only to rember.
The weapon was lost in the chaos when the little devils pursued three days ago.
Thinking of this.
Fang Ming couldn’t help but quicken his pace.
Crossing this mountain and reaching the village ant safety.
Even though the wolf howls were distant.
The dense forests of Northeast could hide any kind of beast.
He once encountered them before.
Back then, he had a gun; even if a bear ca, it could be dealt with, but not now. Now he’d be serving as a al for a bear.
Moreover, his physical strength was depleted.
Fang Ming only wanted to cross the mountain, have a bite to eat, or even just a sip of water.
With that thought in mind.
Fang Ming gritted his teeth, determined to climb the mountain, until the sky lit up, the eastern horizon brightened with morning light, and he could finally see the outline of a village at the bottom of the mountain.
It was only at this sight.
That his heart sank.
Because the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, the Northeast brightens early, so at dawn, normal farm households would typically start their day’s work and prepare als.
But now.
In the distant village, there was no smoke from cooking fires, no crowing of roosters, no barking of dogs.
Only the charred remains of houses, standing out starkly.
The sight of those still uncovered by snow, burnt-black houses.
Clearly, they were burned after this heavy snow.
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