Cold. Unless you had experienced crawling on ice and lying in snow yourself, you really could not understand how it felt.
Some people might go to a scenic spot or out into the countryside in winter, bundle up, and lie in the snow for a photo. Afterward, they brushed off the snow and stood up, feeling it was nothing much.
But that was almost always during the day, usually at temperatures of only minus ten or twenty degrees, and for a few minutes at most.
Try actually lying on your stomach or back in the snow for half an hour at minus twenty or thirty.
Without proper protection, that little experiment might well be your last.
Of the three men, the worker was the youngest, and Li Xiangqian had taken the best protective measures, but Li Long was actually the one feeling the most comfortable.
For one thing, Li Long had an unusually strong constitution. For another, he had prepared thoroughly. Though he was in his thirties, his body still generated plenty of heat, so after half an hour on his stomach, he only felt cold, not chilled to the bone.
He even had time to observe the others. The worker, Zhang Shouyi, lived up to his military background and concealed himself well. He had lain in front of the Land Cruiser for so long without moving, almost as though he were asleep.
Li Xiangqian did not do quite as well. After ten minutes or so, he could not help starting to move, constantly making little adjustments as though he had bugs crawling over him.
Fortunately, he was not moving recklessly. He shifted slightly every so often, without making any large movements. It seemed he simply could not hold the same position for too long, or perhaps his body did