Great Power Army Reclamation

It was already two o'clock, and Cuicui couldn't open her eyes. She has been sleep deprived. The child slept in the car during the day and was very energetic at night, so she never got enough sleep.

Today for the first time, the child didn't wake up. She couldn't hold on anymore and finally fell asleep in a daze.

Ye Wancheng immediately called the guard company officer on duty. Because Junken City belongs to the corps unit, some establishments are still retained. Such as the security company.

The soldiers in this company were all young people under the age of thirty. After receiving Ye Wancheng's call, they immediately drove several crawler tractors towards Luchang.

Chain-rail tractors can cope with various complex terrains and are most suitable for travel in such weather.

Wei Yuxiang also received the call, got out of bed and drove out.

Soon, the news spread in the infrastructure company. Countless people got up and drove various means of transportation, regardless of the wind and snow, all heading towards the same goal.

Wan Shanhong was very anxious. His wife was going to have a baby soon, but he was blocked in Tacheng by the snow. After several phone calls, his wife was sent to the hospital. Wan Shanhong couldn't wait any longer, so she checked out of the guest house and got in the car.

On this trip, he brought a cart of emery back to Junken City. He is now the deputy general manager of Junkencheng Transportation Company, but he doesn't like to sit in an office, and from time to time he will do the transportation himself. He likes the unrestrained feeling of driving a big car.

Now that the train is open, there are not many opportunities to travel to provincial capitals, so he decided to run this cargo.

In fact, he shouldn't have come because his wife was about to give birth. They already had a daughter, but Wan’s mother insisted that they have a son. Wan Shanhong and his wife couldn’t resist her.

But calculating the time, it would take half a month for his wife to reach her due date, and her mother has been at home since she retired, so he dared to leave now.

Who knew that my wife’s delivery date would be advanced in a few days. After running all the way back, there was a snowstorm when we arrived at Tacheng.

As an experienced driver, he knew that it was absolutely impossible to drive in this kind of weather. What's more, the front is the old outlet where drivers are frightened by the news.

Normally when there is no wind outside, winds of level 7 or 8 are common in the old air vent, let alone in such a snowstorm.

I just didn't expect that when I called the hospital just now, my wife showed signs of dystocia. How could Wan Shanhong stay in the guest house like this?

However, it was not out of sheer audacity that he walked like this, but because his car was carrying a heavy load, and there was a favorable wind when he returned to Junken City from Tacheng and passed through Laofengkou. As long as he did not deviate from the road, nothing would usually happen.

The waiter at the guest house called him several times but didn't stop. He cursed him as a madman and went back. The truck went all the way through the city and onto National Highway 221, heading north.

The snow on the road is already very thick, and in many places it is impossible to tell where the road is. Wan Shanhong relied on so many years of driving experience to judge the path based on the feeling of the wheels grinding the ground.

Ye Yufan was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot in the office. The political commissar rushed over to ask about the situation and shouted: "Go and take a look, I am here!"

Ye Yufan was about to leave, but stopped after looking at the situation outside. In such a heavy snowstorm, the trains will not be suspended. Carloads of goods are still coming through the customs in a steady stream.

This kind of weather undoubtedly made the inspection more difficult. The soldiers who were taking turns to get up and go on duty together. How could he, a detachment leader, walk away?

Seeing Ye Yufan walking firmly to the goods yard again, the political commissar cursed something and punched the table.

After thinking for a while, he picked up the phone and called the brigade. When the captain's voice came on the phone? The political commissar immediately reported the situation at Ye Yufan's home.

There was silence for a while, and he said in a cold voice: "I will contact the Junken City Government immediately, but you are soldiers. The more the weather and environment are like this, the harder it is to leave your posts. I think Ye Yufan is more disciplined than you, otherwise, this call will be It wasn’t you who hit me.”

The political commissar was silent. It seemed that the captain really knew Ye Yufan better than he did. He silently put on his coat and walked to the goods yard with a flashlight. I saw Ye Yufan and the soldiers inspecting the goods one by one.

His expression was focused and serious, as if nothing had happened at home.

Cuicui was awakened by the child's cry, but before she could open her eyes, a biting chill made her whole body tremble.

She hurriedly turned on the flashlight to check and found that the car had stalled. She hurriedly climbed to the front and tried to restart the car, but when she reached the front, she discovered that it was out of gas.

The child had obviously woken up from the cold, and his little face was already a little blue. And Cuicui's own body seemed to have no warmth at all.

Looking outside, the blizzard was still raging. Cuicui smiled bitterly and picked up Ye Shan. Regardless of the coldness on her body, she unbuttoned her clothes and started feeding the child.

Her hands had begun to stiffen, and she seemed to have lost consciousness while holding the child. It was as if even the blood in his body had frozen.

Although the little guy turned blue from the cold, he still greedily sucked his mother's milk. The smaller the child, the stronger his vitality. Maybe it's because they have no thinking and only instinct.

The child finally had enough to eat, but still started crying. Cuicui mechanically opened the child's swaddling clothes with her frozen hands and changed his diaper.

Born in northern Xinjiang, she still has the basic knowledge. Although changing diapers will lower the child's body temperature, if not changed, wet diapers can kill the child.

The son's quilt is not thick because it is always warm in the car. It is too thick and the child cannot bear it. But who would have thought that such a thing would happen?

She was wearing a sheepskin coat, which was the standard outfit for members of the Northern Xinjiang Corps. The only way to survive the winter here is to wear it safely.

She tried to put the child in her arms, but women's coats were not as roomy as men's coats. Mainly because women love beauty, so coats would be waist-cinched to give their figures a touch of curves in winter.

After thinking for a moment, she simply took off her coat and wrapped the child completely. Only a small hole is exposed high on the face so that the child can still breathe air.

Cuicui only had a red sweater left on her upper body, which Ye Yufan bought for her in the provincial capital when she graduated. It was already a bit old, but Cuicui had been reluctant to change it.

Perhaps feeling the warmth, the child finally calmed down, and Cuicui held him tightly in her arms. He murmured: "Son, your father won't come to pick us up, and your mother will go to find your grandparents soon. You have to live well and take care of your father for your mother. When the time comes, don't forget to take it to your mother's grave when you find a wife. look."

Cuicui's voice became smaller and smaller, and gradually became inaudible. At this time, she felt that her body was getting hotter and hotter, and she wanted to take off all her clothes.

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