Temperature Plummets, Winter Is Coming!

The moon rose over the treetops, then sank again in the blink of an eye.

Accompanied by a streak of Golden Light gradually rising from the horizon, May 12 of the Doomsday Calendar arrived quietly.

As of today, only two days remained before the most terrifying disaster of winter—the Forty Degrees Below Zero Cooling.

As the cooling drew nearer, the cold air outside began sweeping across the entire land, pouring relentlessly into every corner of the wasteland.

Before dawn, Su Mo was once again jolted awake by the cold.

Seeing that it was already 5:20 in the morning, he simply stopped trying to sleep, got dressed, and sat up.

"Whew, it's freezing!"

If one ignored the weight and restrictive feeling of the cold-weather clothing,

wearing it was, in some ways, even warmer than staying under the covers.

Only after his body had completely warmed up did Su Mo slowly rise, stretch a few times, and walk out of the tent.

"Huh? Director, you're awake this early?"

Inside the Snow Mountain Main Camp, more than two-thirds of the soldiers had already risen early and begun working around the camp.

Seeing Su Mo emerge from his tent, quite a few people stopped what they were doing and looked over respectfully.

Last night, the cooling had come far too suddenly.

The gale began howling at two in the morning, and the temperature dropped by one degree every few minutes.

By three, the outdoor perceived temperature had plummeted to minus twenty-eight degrees, making everyone shiver violently.

At such temperatures, with large bonfires forbidden for concealment, ordinary tents naturally could not fully keep out the cold.

In just one night, many people had been awakened by the cold several times, leaving them with terrible sleep.

"It's too cold to sleep!"

Glancing at the mess tent,