The hurricane has weakened, but has not completely disappeared. Amidst the jagged steel wreckage, fierce gusts still whistle sharply, blowing from all directions. The wind lashes like a whip on the face, causing raw pain. In the darkness, a small team of more than twenty people is struggling forward.
"It's really a bit too early to come out now, won't the wind suddenly get stronger again?"
The speaker is a short person, and like most of the team members, he is wrapped in thick cotton clothes to withstand the unbearably cold air around. Of course, this attire makes it difficult to walk in the howling wind, and there's even a risk of being blown away. But compared to being frozen solid by the icy wind, the effort to walk is already a very acceptable cost.
