I Like This Dream!

Charlotte is right.

Derek's remnants are running fast and falling, but life is not getting better without these people holding them back. On the contrary, the disappearance of the familiar faces around me seemed to confirm the rumors that had been circulated before - rumors about how vicious and malicious outsiders were. There are no longer people who are eyeing them, and the residents of the Wenjialuo Defense Line avoid them like the plague.

The backbones who are good at handling government affairs have done everything they can. The surviving ice and snow people were let back, and the next leader of the tribe that lost its leader would have his head chopped off. There was no need to worry about these guys who were like a herd of beasts twisting together and coming back for revenge; among the group of monks who came with the bishop, The only priest who survived and was frightened was responsible for temporarily fooling the big monastery. As for what to do when the fool can't be fooled... I'll leave it to the leaders to figure it out later.

The team heading north is facing big # trouble.

winter is here.

Mars, the oldest teacher, walked out of the tent during a sleepless night. He sneezed and rubbed his eyes, finally confirming that the white spots flying in front of him were not his old eyesight. The first snowfall came silently, and the cold wave that caused the temperature to drop suddenly hit the Wengaro defense line.

Snow will also fall on the Tibes Defense Line in winter, but it is more like a companion of the beast tide. It comes quickly and goes away quickly. The temperature is not too low in places not covered by snow clouds. The snow will melt quickly after the snow clouds leave. . When not accompanied by a tide of beasts, the snow in that area of ​​Abery County is moist and tepid, often mixed with rainwater, and turns into mud soon after it hits the ground. For this team from the southern border, even though they had read information about the cold in the north, they still breathed a sigh of relief when they learned that the beast tide on the Wenjialuo Defense Line was in summer.

"Located in the north" and "no tide of beasts" offset each other. The winter in Wengaro is probably similar to that in Thebes, right?

Soon they knew the answer.

When people woke up the next day, it was still snowing heavily. The snow particles as fine as salt sprinkled last night have turned into large swaths of cotton wool, which looks quite soft, but is as sharp as a knife when it is blown to the face by the wind. The weaker ones couldn't go out at all. Even the thick-skinned soldiers who went out to inquire about the situation had their noses turned red from the cold and brought back a bunch of chilblains. In just one night, the heavy snow could already bury the young man's knees.

The people put on all the clothes they had brought and were all wrapped up like bears. Charlotte made a prompt decision, gathered everyone in several adjacent large tents, and burned the briquettes she brought. Nancy built a wind-blocking earth wall around the tent, which was better than nothing. From the outside, Wenjialuo in the ice and snow seemed to have turned into a ghostland overnight, with not a single living thing outside.

The first snow fell for two days, and most of the briquettes we brought were consumed. This loss far exceeded expectations, and the person in charge tried to reduce the amount used. As a result, people who were far away from the stove suffered frostbite and had to return to their original state. More than a dozen people had colds, and several of them even had fevers. If it weren't for the many doctors here, there would probably be casualties soon.

They didn't bring a lot of fuel. Who would have thought that winter would come so quickly and the situation in Wengaluo would be like this? Derek was probably not lying. There was another leader among the fleeing rebels. On the night of Derek's failure, he took away what he could and burned the rest, including many houses with insulation measures made by superpowers. This move is quite cunning. They know that winter is coming, and those who are busy fighting the harsh winter will no longer have the energy to settle accounts with them.

"The next snow will come at any time." Nancy said worriedly.

There are people in the Ministry of Agriculture who rely on the weather who are good at observing the weather. When they first arrived in the north, they were caught off guard by the different conditions from those in the south. Now they have learned a lot and can barely see vague signs in the white sky. For example, snowfall may come back at any time.

They had mastered the art of burning bricks to build houses, but they did not have enough fuel to burn the bricks. It is impossible for the technicians who surveyed the mineral deposits to create a coal mine in such a short period of time. There is a forest outside, but there is very little firewood that can be used in this area.

The forests on the northern border are all full of towering trees, and there are many big trees where two people hug each other. These trees that have grown over a long period of time are known for their hardness. After simple treatment, they will become the purple cypress that is very popular among the nobles. They are strong and have fine texture, and can withstand being chopped with a knife and burned... obviously they cannot be used as firewood. Count Anna and her entourage were guarding the purple cypress, which had only new buds and dead branches that were soft and easy to burn. It was like holding diamonds in the desert, and it was of no use to birds.

Autumn in Wenjialuo is the season for storing grain and firewood. The locals slaughter excessive livestock in autumn, dry and marinate their meat, and collect enough dead branches and leaves. In winter, they basically stay behind closed doors and spend time with their livestock. Live together and light a fire to keep warm. Each family only has a little more resources than they need, and in this impasse, they will not lend a helping hand to outsiders.

"Can we go to the big monastery to live?" An Xu asked.

Nancy shook her head and said, "The Wengalu Monastery is in the mountains not a short distance from here. To get there, you have to go through a long stretch of wilderness. It would be bad if it starts snowing halfway."

"Then can we break up the people and live in local families?" An Xu asked again, remembering the host families she used to live in when she was an exchange student.

"Ann..." Nancy sighed helplessly, "We can't believe them, just like they can't believe us."

In the early days, people from Thunder Castle had to travel together to ensure safety. Locals spat at them and threw stones, a clear indication of their unwelcome presence. To this day, the hostility of the locals seems to have turned into fear, but when the strength changes, fear is likely to turn into harm. No one dared to risk spreading out and living among hostile crowds.

Anxu looked outside thoughtfully. The snow showed no intention of melting away. The loose and shiny white snow covered the houses, trees and the ground, making the place look like a fairy tale world covered with frosting. It's a pity that you probably only feel extremely comfortable when you are in a heated room, holding hot milk, and watching this scene through a glass window or a computer screen.

The snow in Wenjialuo comes so calmly. It is not the horn of a beast tide, but an ordinary natural phenomenon. It is this natural phenomenon of not being able to find the enemy that puts this vanguard force, which has almost all kinds of talents, into a dilemma.

She tightened her collar in distress. The leather jacket was so big that it engulfed her whole body. Even so, it was still very cold in the winter without air conditioning. They only have a few superpowers in total. They don't have the fire type that can be used as a human air conditioner, and they don't have attack superpowers that can easily chop down trees. An Xu wanted to use a scientific method, but An Xu couldn't think of how to do it scientifically. She is not a science student, not a handicraft enthusiast, nor a writer or a time-travel enthusiast who would think about how to strengthen the country when she was poor and ignorant.

How to keep warm? Penguin heating method, all huddled together? Friction heat? Exercise to keep warm? In that case, there may not be enough food to consume. Is there a mouse nest here? I might be able to survive the winter by digging up the mice's reserves, but where can I find a mouse nest in the snowy sky? Speaking of which, the people here are like rats, and digging up their nests will definitely be enough to survive the winter...

An Xu thought in confusion, and crawled into Chris's arms. The ascetic Nancy shook her head at the scene in front of her, said something to the wandering Count Anna and walked out. It was really outrageous for an alpha to hug an omega in front of others and pull on the other person's coat (to warm his hands). Chris looked at An Xu stiffly, but the worry on his face was not for this reason.

Before he could speak, An Xu suddenly snapped his fingers and jumped up excitedly.

"Idiot!" she said, "I can run and enter the zero-pollution era, so what else do I think about coal and firewood!"

Count Anna's people were busy again.

The sick were left in the conservatory, where the fire was burning, and two doctors attended to them. The able-bodied people left the tent and divided into two groups. One group collected the scraps and scraps of iron around them, and the other group began to mix the soil and build a brick kiln with Nancy, the earth-type superpower. With Count Anna's assurance, people did not hesitate to use all the firewood collected in the brick kiln. With the help of supernatural powers and regardless of the service life after production (anyway, it only needs to last until the spring of this year), an ugly bungalow quickly took shape.

The next part was completed by Jim, a metal psychic from the mechanics team.

"Your Majesty, Earl, I am usually responsible for twisting the test tube racks for the medical students." Jim grabbed the hat in his hand uneasily, "I can only deal with these gadgets, and even the saplings are cut down by flying knives and other things. , do you see?"

"Great, all we have to do is fine work!" An Xu said with satisfaction.

Among the scraps of scrap metal collected, copper and aluminum were additionally picked out. Count Anna took the others in her hands and picked them out. She gave some of them to the metal superpower according to unknown standards. The metal turned into a soft liquid in Jim's hands, and then curled into a spiral coil. The coil drilled into the mezzanine of the brick house and was evenly distributed under the four walls, roof and floor, with only one head exposed.

"You go back." Count Anna said, "Leave it to me here."

She locked herself into a newly built house, and Jim, the metal superpower, and several medical students gathered together to mysteriously do the work she assigned. The others returned to their tents obediently, suppressing their excitement and wondering what their lord would do.

"It will turn into a house with furnaces on all sides, and every corner will be warm." Someone rubbed his hands that were numb from the cold and said longingly, "And it doesn't use fuel."

This seemingly impossible delusion actually won a round of approval, and even the knowledgeable former nobles nodded their heads. "I have been to a marquis's manor, and it is equally warm in every season." An old gentleman said. Then they talked about the ability to warm people up, and connected these possibilities with the current situation. The medical students in the crowd—these students of the alchemists—listened with smiles and did not jump up to retort, "This is not alchemy."

It was simply unbelievable that despite being ordered to do something haphazard and seeing that the fuel was about to run out and the next snow was brewing in the clouds, the atmosphere in the crowd completely changed. The anxious people are full of expectations, and even the most cautious and hard-working people have relaxed smiles on their faces. The only person with a sullen face stood alone in the corner of the tent, frequently looking at the new house with its door closed. Nancy sat down next to him and smiled: "Don't worry, just trust her."

Chris was stunned, not expecting that the priest who had shaken his head and left before would come and talk to him. Since joining the construction of Thunder Castle, Nancy has taken off the chains of self-punishment and put on shoes. Only the khaki robe she habitually wears can reveal her identity as an ascetic monk. The old lady with all white hair put her hands in her sleeves and looked at him kindly.

The knight looked at the smile on Nancy's face and wondered if he was the only one left who was still worried. What should he say? In a happy atmosphere where everyone seems to have solved all the problems, do they say that they are afraid that the savior in their hearts will go on a killing spree and kill all the indigenous people so that they can occupy the magpie's nest? Or is it that their great lord actually doesn't care about everyone's life and death, and might just leave them to fend for themselves just because they are unhappy? Chris didn't know what to say, so he could only smile and squat down to prevent the old man from stretching his neck to look at him.

"I see you frowning all the time," Nancy said. "You worry too much, kid."

"I just...I just can't think of a way to fix this."

"Oh, don't worry, hasn't Ann already found a way?" Nancy said with a smile.

"Just because she said it?" Chris said weakly, "With all due respect, you, or everyone, believed her too much."

"Trust is accumulated. She proved it many times, so many times that trust becomes a habit. Ann made many people, including me, believe that miracles really exist. There is still hope in despair, as long as you are willing to work hard for it... ...What's more," Nancy winked slyly, "If we don't believe in Ann, isn't there nothing we can do? It's better to go to heaven in hope than to freeze to death in hopelessness."

Chris was stunned by her sudden sense of humor, and then couldn't help laughing.

"It's done! Come here quickly!" Someone shouted outside.

The curtains of the tent were opened in a hurry, and people filed out, passing through the cold area between the tent and the room, and walked into the newly built house. There was a smell of burning metal in the house. Count Anna stood in the room arrogantly, with a few blood blisters on her hands and her hair standing up funny. It's just that at this moment, no one cares about such a small thing.

There is no stove or fuel in this newly built house, but the room is as warm as spring, and even the ground is as warm as if it had been heated by a furnace. Some people couldn't help but take off their shoes and step on the ground wearing only socks. Their feet, which were numb from the cold, felt the warmth after a while.

After many attempts, the lady of the human flesh generator finally learned to control the voltage output. She pinched the resistance wire and smiled proudly.