November 20th, the blizzard finally arrived.
Wang Zhong entered the Headquarters, the first thing he did was to shake off the snow on his body at the door, Vasily also came forward with a brush to help him clean it up.
Wang Zhong: "Damn, the weather forecast said it would get colder ten days ago, and now the blizzard comes."
"Winter has also entered its capricious age," Vasily joked.
Wang Zhong: "Weather forecast, when will this blizzard stop?"
In such heavy snow, it's impossible to carry out large-scale military operations, but the strategic goal of flattening the front line during the winter offensive has not been fully achieved.
Vasily replied, "It may not stop for the next week, the Headquarters is currently dealing with supply difficulties caused by the heavy snow. We have stockpiled a certain amount of provisions at the front line, but it's uncertain if it's enough; we are now making phone calls to confirm.
"Additionally..."
Wang Zhong: "Additionally?"
