The Queen of the Seventy Snowfield, Five Bosses Begged to Be Taken Away

On the first night he was trapped in the death zone of Daxinganling, Su Yunnuan understood one truth: in 1978, when people were cannibals, if they wanted to survive, they had to bow their heads to these arrogant men. Qin Zhan's gun was pressed against her forehead, and Jiang Yan's taunts were in their ears. They thought she was a burden that only consumed food. But when Su Yunnuan took out the hot buns and life-saving antipyretic medicine from his empty arms, the air in the entire stronghold solidified. "Want to eat? Want to live? Want to go out?" Su Yunnuan slowly wiped away the blood between her fingers, her voice soft and soft, but like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's heart, "Then kneel down and talk to me." She used modern medical skills to suture Qin Zhan's wounds, and used business layout that transcended the times to draw the empire's territory on the ice sheet. She is not a doll to be sacrificed, she is the operator who can make these five unruly monsters willing to sacrifice their lives. The mountains were blocked by heavy snow for three months. When the outside world thought that this group of people had long been frozen into icicles, Su Yunnuan, with her personal weapons and rich supplies, broke all the blockades on the day when the spring thunder sounded.