I rebelled in the Song Dynasty

Several old men knelt in front of the memorial tablet, knelt even harder, and chanted: "Thank you for your blessing, ancestor, and give it to the unfilial descendants to eliminate the snow."

The countryside laughed and said, "Hu Zi Niang, if we can get out alive, you have done a great service."

Huzi Niang lowered her head and said, "It's all because of the blessings of our ancestors that made Huzi want to pee."

Everyone suddenly had hope of new life, the woman also had her own job, no longer lifeless, and everyone in the ancestral hall seemed to have motivation.

As a bucket of snow was carried in, the melted snow water was carried out again.

It was splashed on the snow, causing it to freeze, and the snow on all sides no longer collapsed.

Everyone had hope of survival, and an upward ice path was soon formed.

But lighting a carbon fire also consumes a lot of oxygen.

A man stumbled and said, "Why can't I use my strength!"

Another man laughed and said: "Look at how energetic your mother-in-law is. Don't be lazy. This is about the life of the whole village."

"Brother Ergou, I'm a little out of strength and a little dizzy. I feel like I can't breathe." After saying that, he sat down straight and gasped for air.

Only then did everyone realize that they were going to be suffocated to death.

"Hurry up and dig," the countryside yelled eagerly.

After working for a long time and in a dark environment, several elderly people first suffered from hypoxia and fainted to the ground.

The children also sat on the ground weakly, gasping for air.

The mayor gritted his teeth and said: "Children, life and death are at this moment. You must not slack off and dig up quickly."

“Heaven’s time is limitless, but manpower is limited.”

The fellow village head saw a man fall to the ground and anxiously wanted to help him, but unexpectedly he also fell to the ground.

She cried sadly: "Why did God cut off the hope that God gave us and cut off our way of survival?"

Everyone was unable to stand due to lack of oxygen.

The old man looked at the white snow above his head and never felt the desire for life.

He could already see the sun outside through the snow curtain, and he could feel how warm the sun outside was shining on him at this moment.

It seemed like he was back in his youth, playing with his friends in the river in the summer, running with long strides, and breathing heavily. He thought about countless ways to die, but he never thought that one day he would die due to lack of oxygen.

Just a little bit, but just a little bit, and the whole clan fell on the road just a little bit.

Everyone is accepting their fate and no longer struggling.

Slowly feeling weak and out of breath.

Several men said with tears streaming down their faces: "Chief, we are useless and cannot save the clan members."

The elder put aside his sorrow and did not want to put pressure on these children at this last moment.

He smiled with relief: "Child, we tried our best, don't blame yourself, no one will blame you, it's God who wants to kill us."

Just when everyone was quietly waiting for death, a voice suddenly came from the snow outside: "This is Xiaowangzhuang! After digging for a long time, I finally found it."

A man climbed up to the head of the village and said, "Chief, I seem to hear someone talking outside the snow."

The mayor shook his head and said, "It's freezing and snowy. There's snow outside. How can the snow talk?"

A few more men climbed up and said, "Chief, we heard it too."

"Someone is actually talking."

At this time, the mayor calmed down and listened carefully to the movements outside. There were sounds of digging and noise, but he couldn't hear them clearly.

But there was someone outside, and the mayor couldn't help but feel hopeful again.

Chanting "We are here, we are here."

Several men also said with tears in their eyes: "It's the court, it's the government. The government has come to rescue us, but the court has not given up on us."

Everyone cheered, expecting the court to find them and rescue them.

They wanted to shout, but the extreme lack of oxygen prevented them from exerting any strength or making a louder sound. As long as they screamed, their brains would immediately go into dizziness.

At this time, another voice came from outside: "Captain's village seems to be on the left. We dug a bit off."

The captain held the map and compared it for a long time, but he didn't know where Xiaowangzhuang was. Everything nearby was buried in heavy snow, and there was no reference point.

"Okay, let's dig to the left." The captain agreed.

The township chief shouted desperately, our village is on the right, we dug it up, we turned it over.

But his voice couldn't be transmitted at all, and the sound of digging came from a distance. Everyone listened to the sound of digging getting farther and farther away from them, and their hearts slowly sank.

Although he wished he could kill the soldier who suggested digging to the left with a thousand knives, it was useless to say anything at this time.

The mayor sighed and said: "Children, time is also destiny.

This is our fate, accept it! "

Everyone stopped talking, they had no extra energy to struggle.

Just lying on the ground quietly, waiting for death to come.

However, there is always a path, and their previous self-rescue behavior was not a useless struggle before death.

It was just a little bit closer to piercing through that layer of snow.

As the concentration of carbon dioxide in this sealed space increases sharply, the air in this space heats up rapidly.

After all, the thin layer of snow couldn't withstand this powerful heat flow.

Under the action of hot and cold air pressure, it was directly poked open.

A large amount of hot air rose, causing the area they hollowed out to form a collapse surface.

The silence in the snow makes any small sound amplified.

The sound of collapse finally attracted the attention of the Xiaowangzhuang rescue team.

"Captain, there's a collapse over there. We seem to have dug in backwards."

The captain slapped the soldier on the back of the head with his backhand, "I'm telling you to give directions blindly, dig back quickly."

After hearing the conversation outside, the fellow village head glanced at the ancestral tablet enshrined above before fainting.

"Thank you, ancestors, for your blessing."

.......

Xiaowangzhuang is just a microcosm of Yingzhou, and it is also an exception.

Their village is located between two mountain valleys, with a large river running through it.

At the foot of the mountain is a large fertile field. Anyone who looks at it will say that this is a geomantic treasure land and there will be no floods.

But once they encounter a blizzard like this, which they haven't seen in decades, their village will be very dangerous.

The river was frozen, and the mountain cols on both sides blocked the wind and snow, but they also prevented the wind and snow from blowing out, and accumulated more and more.

If they dig a little bit more, the snow in the col will collapse a little bit.

Unless they could dig out all the snow that had accumulated on the sides.

Because of the terrain, it was impossible to dig through the snow.

Other villages encountered more or less difficulties, but they were not nearly suffocated in the snow like they were.

When the rescue team dug into their ancestral hall, although it had previously collapsed, a large amount of air had entered, allowing them to survive.

But there was only one breath left.

After being fed a few mouthfuls of rice soup by the rescue team, they all came back to life.

The fellow village head knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing: "Thank you, your Majesty."