C580 The bells of the thirtieth anniversary

Yesterday night, there was a light snowfall in the middle of the night. By the morning, the road was covered with snow, and other than the occasional long line of soldiers who passed by, the rest of the places were as smooth as new, as if they were made of white carpet.

Suddenly, someone heard the sound of death knell. It was a long sound, and after a short while, it sounded again