Knocking on the door of Pupil Art in Yuanshen

Tomele clamped his dark gray cotton military uniform tightly, and his feet were like meteors, as if this could avoid the ubiquitous severe cold.

Since entering the Arctic Circle, this not-so-long corridor seems to have lengthened several times, and time has been frozen due to the extremely cold temperature.

He would walk this road once in a few days.

But this time, I don't know how long he walked before he finally came to a closed watertight door.

He reached out and touched it, and the cold texture made him subconsciously retract his hand, and he honestly put on the sea dog skin gloves.

Watertight doors were originally used to prevent the ship from flooding when the hull ruptured, but on the Lenin, they were more useful to resist the pervasive cold air.

Because even in the winter of minus 30 degrees Celsius in Moscow, the comparison here is completely inadequate. Just like the seams of a severely sealed watertight door, there is frost that condenses due to the contact with internal water vapor.

Thinking that their destination this time was a port built on permafrost, he wanted to curse the damn port designer for why he designed such a torturous building.

"Alas..." No matter how much he complained in his heart, he had to put his hand on the handle again, turn the connecting rod to the right, and feel the gears in the door also move. He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Fortunately, he didn't open the door.

Not open.

In fact, he was completely overly worried. The watertight door can even block the intrusion of high-pressure seawater. It is more than enough to block the cold air in the Arctic Circle.

As the one-way valve ball was opened under the action of internal oil pressure, the door panel popped out with a sound, and the turbulent and biting cold wind rushed in, catching Tomele off guard and unable to open his eyes.

But he was a well-trained officer after all. He immediately moved his body out of the cabin, then tried his best to close the door panel again, then turned around and braved the wind and snow as if he were dead.

There was no one on the steel deck of the Lenin, only the roaring sky and the pale ice.

In his ears, the sound of rain and snow rolled up by the north wind was so powerful that even the sound of the Lenin smashing into ice floes was completely buried. He moved forward with all his strength, constantly approaching the tilting bow of the ship.

As the slope changed, although it was only a dozen degrees higher, he fell down several times in succession.

Finally, he saw the figure standing at the end of the deck through the gap in the heavy snow. Tomele suddenly showed a smile that was filled with hardship. He moved his legs and feet step by step to get over, but he still slipped when he got close.

But he didn't feel the coldness of the snow, because a pair of white hands held him, and he suddenly felt infinite warmth wrapping around him.

"Didn't I tell you not to come?" The man was a little helpless, and his tone was obviously angry, but when he heard Tomil's ears, it was all praise.

"Well, how can that be done? I am the general's personal assistant. If I can't even deliver food, then why should I be an assistant..."

He excitedly took out an insulated lunch box from his arms. The lunch box trembled in the wind because Tomele's hand holding it was shaking. He took off his gloves when picking up the lunch box. The seal skin was warm, but

The gloves are too thick and get in the way.

"..." Zhaoyue took it, then handed her the gloves in her pocket and said.

"Take it and put it on."

"How can this be done..." He refused, but his body couldn't help but take it, and the expression on his face was even more secretive.

"...Sigh," Zhaoyue looked at his performance and felt that she still underestimated the value of the title of Admiral Golicina.

This time he went to Black Swan Port, and he didn't bring many close friends with him. Not many people even knew where he went, because it would be very troublesome to deal with it.

Sure enough, some guys who were eyeing this opportunity did not miss this opportunity.

"Let's go. Don't shout the name General casually." He lowered the brim of his white military cap and said leisurely, but his voice sounded like a warning.

But the strange thing is that Tomile didn't feel uncomfortable at all, and he still looked full of enthusiasm.

"I understand!" He saluted with a standard military salute and then returned the way he came.

"..." Seeing his figure disappearing into the snow, Zhao Yue secretly apologized, then continued to turn around and look at the endless snow scene in front of her.

The scenery on the sea surface in the Arctic Circle is extremely monotonous, especially when it snows. It is either white or white. Even if you see land that can be docked, it is still indistinguishable white in your eyes, no different from ice floes.

The only thing that showed that they were sailing through the ice was probably the sharp bow of the Lenin in front of them that broke through the ice floe, revealing the dark sea surface, and the white snowflakes swishing down, like people falling into the abyss one by one.

people.

As we all know, seawater is transparent, and the reason why it is blue is because it reflects the skylight. However, in the snowfields with extremely changeable climate, the sun is a luxury that can only be enjoyed in midsummer.

Only then will there be a short period of time when the sea and sky are blue, provided that there are no cumulonimbus clouds.

Once you encounter continuous cumulonimbus clouds, the hard-won sunny days will most likely be lost, and the grand snow season will most likely last the whole year until the midsummer of the next year, so you can continue to try your luck.

After looking at the sea for a while, he seemed to feel tired, so he disappeared from the bow of the ship in a twisting whirlpool, and returned to the Kamui space to eat his box lunch.

He was not watching the snow scene on the bow of the ship because he was ill, but because he was an illegal ship. There was no cabin for him on this ship. It would have been nice to be able to use the Sharingan to confuse some soldiers into giving him some hot lunch boxes.

Yes, Tomele is just one of the victims.

The Arctic Circle is too cold. If a person comes there repeatedly, his body will not be able to bear it, and he will easily become suspicious. He is already planning to expand his manpower.

The current owner of this ship is Bondarev, who claims to be a major officer of the Red Army, from the intelligence agency "KGB". This time he went to the unknown port to inventory his property.

That is to assess the value of Black Swan Port. Incredibly, he actually got the relevant official documents.

Zhaoyue was indeed a little moved at first, but considering the recent decades-long ideological and cultural invasion of the Soviet Union by the United States, it is not too strange.

As the saying goes, a thousand-mile embankment is destroyed by an anthill. The Soviets always believed that their will was like steel.

But even steel will eventually be unable to withstand the erosion of corrosive chemicals day after day, let alone decades.

Now even Moscow's own political party does not believe in socialism, so how can it ask the participating countries to believe in it, so splitting is inevitable.

The United States used time to corrupt its biggest opponent from within, and in the chaos, it strengthened its tentacles on Russian soil, including the Kassel Academy and the Russian branch.

Obviously the Soviet Union has not yet been destroyed, but the Russian branch has already started to cry out. I don’t know whether it is arrogance or simply self-confidence...