Chapter 16: Set off again

The Caucasians did not give up, but later on, we had no idea whether the car was moving or where it was moving. He had to stop and turn to the side to prevent sand and dust from entering the engine, waiting for the strong wind to pass.

The car was almost shaking by the wind, the car window was clattering by the sand, and we didn't know the situation of other cars. This feeling was really frightening. I looked out the window, it was surging black. You can know that there was thick sand and dust outside, not dark, but there was nothing we could do.

After waiting in the car for more than ten minutes, the wind suddenly became stronger again. I felt the whole car vibrate, as if it was about to fly.

The Caucasian showed a look of fear, and he looked at me and said, "Have you ever encountered such a thing before?"

I thought to myself how could it be. Seeing his panic, I comforted him and said don't worry, the weight of Land Rover can definitely protect us, but just after I finished speaking, there was a loud bang, as if something hit the Land Rover, our car shook and the alarm was knocked.

I thought there was a road behind the bus that could not see the road hitting us, so I quickly put my eyes on the window, and the Caucasians came over to see it.

The black outside is more intense than before, but because the sand and dust are solid, a contour will be left when scraping things. If there is a car, you may also see the headlights of the car.

However, there was no light from the car outside. I was wondering, but the Caucasian suddenly started to scream. He grabbed me and looked back. I turned my head and saw that in the sand and dust outside the car window on the other side of us, a strange shadow appeared at some point.

The black shadow outside the car window was blurred, but it was obviously close to the car window. It seemed like a figure, but under such a strong wind, how could anyone walk outside? Isn’t this seeking death?

Before we could be surprised, the shadow moved. He seemed to be fumbled into the car window, trying to find a way to open it, but Land Rover had excellent sealing properties. He touched it for a long time but couldn't find a gap. Then, we saw a face sticking to the car window. The lights in the car illuminated his goggles.

I immediately realized that it was the goggles that Aning and the others equipped with. I immediately breathed a sigh of relief and thought to myself, who is this bastard? Why did he get out of the car with such a strong wind? Could it be that the one who hit us just now was his car?

The people outside the window also saw us in the car, and began to knock on the window and point to the car door. It seemed that they were in a hurry to ask us to get out. I looked at the weather outside and thought to myself that I would not do it!

Before he could finish his thoughts, suddenly the shadow of a man with goggles appeared on the car window on the other side. The man was turning on the light and knocking on the car window, and both sides were knocking in a hurry.

I felt something was wrong, and it seemed that something was wrong. Maybe they wanted us to go down and help, so they also found their cloak and goggles to put them on. The Caucasian took out two mine lamps, twisted them and handed them to me.

We took a deep breath and opened the car door hard. In an instant, a ball of sand and dust rushed in. Although I was ready, I was still blown back into the car and pressed my feet against the car door before I could not close it. The second time I used all my strength to eat, lowered my head and crawled out, and was held out by the outside. The Caucasian who got off the car on the other side was directly scraped to the ground, and his yelling and scolding were blown to more than ten meters away. The sound of wind swelling the eardrums and dust rubbing in the wind, which didn't sound very loud. It overshadowed all other sounds, including our breathing.

As soon as my feet fell to the Gobi outside, I felt something was wrong. How did the ground be raised? I bent hard to prevent the wind from blowing down. I shone my car with a mine light, and I was stunned when I saw it. Fuck, half of the wheels on the car were gone, the body was tilted to thirty degrees, and the part I was pedaled to the sand under the riverbed, and the car was slowly sinking. It seemed like a quicksand bed. No wonder the car couldn't drive no matter how hard it was.

Without a car, we were finished. I panicked and hurriedly went up to lift the car, but when I stepped on the edge of the car, a force was pulling my feet down, like a vortex in the water. I quickly jumped and retreated. At this time, the person on the side knocked on our window just now, grabbed me and gestured to me with difficulty, saying that the car had no choice. We left here. Otherwise, we would fall.

He wrapped his mouth tightly, his mouth wrapped in his cloak. I knew he was talking at the same time, but I couldn't hear anything. I didn't know who he was, but what he gestured was a fact. So I nodded and asked him where he was going with his gesture. He pointed to the hood of our back car, asked me to take the things, and then moved forward with both hands.

This is a sign language for diving, meaning search. It seems that if many people in the car don’t get off, they will definitely not know that the car has entered the quicksand bed. We must go all the way to inform them, otherwise these Land Rover will become their iron coffin worth more than one million.

I nodded to the man, made an OK gesture, and opened the back cover of the car to take out my equipment, almost arched my body and completed this simple thing like a hunchback. At this time, my ears were numb, and there seemed to be no sound around, and there was silence. This was a bit like watching a silent movie, a three-dimensional silent movie.

When I closed the hood, I saw that the back cover of our car had sunken, as if it had been wiped by some giant object. I remembered the vibration in the car and used a mine light to shoot around, but I could not see anything, only the shadow of the Caucasians urging me to leave quickly.

I calmed down and thought that maybe it was a stone that was shattered over to hit the ground, so I followed the shadows and walked back.

After walking for more than eighty meters, I felt that the middle ground was eighty meters, maybe far more than that, we saw the headlights of the next car. The car had raised its front, and we went up, jumped to the front of the car, and found that the people inside had run out. We found them more than ten meters behind the car, and one of them had fallen out of the goggles, his eyes were covered with sand, and we screamed in pain. We formed a wind wall and wrapped his eyes with towels.

We helped him up and continued to move forward. Soon we called another car. Three guys in the car were playing cards. We jumped on the roof for a long time and they didn't respond. Finally, I smashed their glass with a stone. At this time, half of the car was already under the riverbed.

After dragging them out, the wind was so strong that even the stones on the ground were blown up. Bullet-like hard blocks swept past us from time to time, and they were finished. A man was hit by a flying stone with his goggles, and his nose was covered with blood. Someone made a gesture and said that it was no longer possible. It was dangerous to leave again. We had to stop searching for a while and lie down to avoid the stones.

Several people took out hard things from the equipment. I took out a stainless steel lunch box to cover my face. The Caucasians took out his Bible. But before they could set the position, the wind rolled open the pages, and all the paper was broken into pieces and rolled out. There was only a black cover fragment left in his hand.

I laughed at him and shouted, "Your book must be pirated!" Before I finished speaking, a stone hit my lunch box, and sparks splashed everywhere. The lunch box was originally powered by the wind, but I couldn't catch it at once. It slammed and slapped it out, and disappeared without a trace.

I was so scared that if this hit my head, it would be blood splattering everywhere. I could only hold my head tightly and press it against the ground.

At this time, suddenly, a scorching ray of thing flew over from one side of us. We were all shocked. I thought to myself, fuck, what's so fast. Before I could react, three more lights flashed in front of us, and rushed towards us, swept past us again. Then I smelled a familiar smell, which was the scent of high temperature burning of magnesium, and immediately knew what the flash was - it was a signal flare wrapped in the wind.

I couldn't help but be furious. I thought to myself, which bastard was it? Which pig was it, which signal flare was released at the upper air outlet in such weather. I was afraid that the wind would not blow to death. Do we want to burn us to death? A high-temperature fireball of more than 160 kilometers per hour or more. If it hit, it may be killed immediately.

But when I thought about it, I knew that something was wrong. These people were well-trained, so how could they do things randomly? During the adventure, launching a signal flare is a way of communication only when they are urgent, because its propagation range is too wide and its ammunition consumes a lot. Generally, it will only be used when encountering huge dangers or when the communication object is too far away. Now under such harsh conditions, they actually used the signal flare, so what should be the situation before.

I glanced at the people around me, and they all had the same idea as me, so I made a gesture to make the three uninjured people stand up and we were going to see there. If they need help, or someone was injured, there would be no help.

This is not a one-speaking job. Or a personal heroic errand. As soon as I stood up, I was hit on the shoulder by a stone. We all carried the bag in front of us as a shield, adjusted the compass, and walked towards the direction of the signal flare flying. At the same time, we were wary of the sudden appearance of the signal flare.

After walking for a while, we didn't know if our direction was going wrong. However, more than 100 meters away, we saw three cars surrounding each other, but there was no one in the center of the car and had left. We searched around the car and found no one, but the equipment in the car was not taken away.

The car was sinking, and we opened the back cover of the car and thought to ourselves that we should at least rescue the thing. Just as we were about to climb into the car, another signal flare flashed and flew over very far away from us. At this flash, we found that the place where the signal flare was fired became on our left, not very far from us. It seemed that our direction was indeed tilted. Or the launcher was moving by himself.

We carried our equipment. Although we were very tired, the wind did not easily blow us. We were able to stabilize our pace and walked towards the place where the signal flare was fired. As we walked, we were suddenly surprised to see a huge outline appeared in the rolling sand and dust ahead.

In the strong wind, we bent our bodies and supported each other through the sand fog. Looking at the huge outline, we were all very surprised, and we forgot whether we should continue moving forward.

The Caucasian next to me gestured and asked me what it was. This guy has an inertial thinking, that is, he is in China now, so I am Chinese, and I should ask me whatever I encounter in China.

I shook my head and told him not to be stupid, and I had no idea.

Normally, there is no doubt that if it weren't for a middle-aged Ultraman less than two hundred meters ahead of us, it would be a huge rock, which anyone could think of immediately, but the road we came here was flat and we didn't see such a tall rock.

Where did this mountain rock come out? Could it be that we were collectively lost and didn't see it? I said in my heart, and I knew it was impossible. First of all, the most important thing is that we were looking for this kind of mountain rock all the way over, because we needed a cool place to rest. The shade of this mountain rock is a must-have rest for any expedition team. In the Gobi Desert, there are not many isolated mountain rocks, so we will definitely pay attention if there is one.

But now I can't care about so much. Such a large mountain rock is a good place to shelter from the wind. Those signal flares may have informed us that we have found a shelter from the wind.

I began to take the lead in running towards the rocks, and soon I clearly felt that the closer I got to the rocks, the less wind was, and the more I could use my strength. Halfway through the journey, I had already seen five or six mine lamps flashing in front of me.

I was ecstatic and ran towards the lights, facing the strong wind, and rushed over deep and shallowly. However, after running for a long time, the light did not seem to be approaching me at all. It was so far away. I thought to myself, while exhausted, slowed down, greeting the people next to me, etc. I felt something was wrong.
Chapter completed!