Chapter 219: Snake Ghost Town · Departure again

Early the next morning, the team set off again.
Leaving this small village called Lancuo, and deeper into the Gobi, there is an uninhabited area with nothing on the map, that is to say, there is not even a basic road that was rolled by the car, under the wheels, dozens The land, road conditions, or even worse conditions that no one has reached for hundreds or even hundreds of years, so-called off-road vehicles, are also trembling on such roads, because you do n’t know if there will be stones under the sand and dust of the Gobi or Deep hole. However, it was up to Drumma to rely on wind-eroded rocks and river valleys to find the sign of the forward, which forced the convoy to approach the steep slopes near those mountains and rocks.
The scorching sun and the extreme bumps caused the people who were very interested at first to be crushed almost immediately. One by one, they basked in the sun one after another. At first, there were people racing and all of them lined up obediently.
In the so-called exploration and geological exploration activities, the activities in the desert Gobi are completely different from the jungle or ocean exploration. There are a lot of available resources in the ocean and jungle, that is, as long as you have the skills to survive, You can survive for a long time in these two places. But the Gobi Desert is quite the opposite. Here, there is only sand. Even if you have three heads and six arms, you can't find anything in the desert that can sustain life on your own. This is what almost all Gobi Deserts are called "death." "Land". And Anin, they are the first time to enter this kind of place, lack of experience, this setback is foreseeable.
I was also dazed by the sun, looking at the rolling yellow dust outside, had already retreated, but yesterday I decided that Zhuoma's message to me and the oil bottle made me force myself to make up my mind. Thinking of what happened last night, I felt an unspeakable pressure again.
It is among you.
Who is it?
In Wen Jin's notes, he mentioned many times that he has been evading the search for "it" for the past 20 years. What is it? What makes me care is, why use "it" instead of "he / she"? Is this "it" among us, not human? Really uncomfortable speculation.
Just entered the no-man's route, we followed a dry river. The Qaidam Basin was originally a place for rivers to gather. Most of the rivers originated from the snow peaks of Tanggula and Kunlun, but in the past ten years climate change, many large rivers have turned underground, let alone small river channels, we are at the bottom of the river bed After driving, it was found that there are half-height wormwood everywhere. It is estimated that no water has passed through for two or three years. In a few years, this river will also disappear.
After waiting for three days to reach the end of the river channel, the Gobi will become a desert, but the desert in the Qaidam Basin is not large. They are like spots one by one, dotted in the center of the basin, and the general herders will not enter the desert, because inside The devil lives, and there is no pasture for cattle and sheep. Lord Dolma said that bypassing the desert was the salt mountain pass where she and Wen Jin's team were separated. There was a large strange stone there, just like a huge city gate, so it was easy to find. Further in, it is the place where the desert, sea, and salt marsh intersect. These things swallow each other, and the landform changes every day. The most experienced guides dare not go in.
But Anin and they brought GPS, and they did n’t worry about it, although Tashi kept reminding them that the machine would be broken. Especially in the Gobi with a temperature difference of more than 50 degrees between day and night.
After driving along the river for two days, there was a strong wind. If it is in the desert, this wind is definitely a murderous trade wind. Fortunately, on the Gobi, it can only raise a large mass of yellow sand. The distance between them had to be increased by more than a hundred meters, the visibility was almost zero, the speed was full to the minimum standard, and after driving for half a day under the wind, the car and the driver reached the limit at the same time, and nothing was seen, nothing I can't hear it, and the radio can't be contacted. I can't turn it on anymore.
Caucasians did not give up, but afterwards, we could not know if the car was moving or where it was going. He had to stop and turned to the side to face the wind to prevent sand and dust from entering the engine and waiting for the strong wind to pass.
The car is almost swayed by the wind, the windows are rattled by the sand, and we do not know the situation of other cars. This feeling is really frightening. I looked out of the window, it was surging black, you can know that there is thick sand outside, not dark, but there is no way.
After waiting for more than ten minutes in the car, the wind suddenly increased again, and I felt that the whole car vibrated and seemed to fly.
The Caucasian showed a look of fear. He looked at me and said, "Have you ever encountered such a thing before?"
I said in my heart how it might be. Seeing his panic, he comforted him and said that he could rest assured that the weight of Land Rover would definitely protect us, but just after he finished speaking, there was a loud noise when "Guang Dang" seemed to hit something on Land Rover. Our car took a shock and the sirens rang.
I thought there was a car in the back that could not see the road hitting us, so I put my eyes on the window, and the Caucasians also came to see.
The black outside is more intense than before, but because the sand is solid, it will leave an outline when it is scratched. If there is a car, you may also be able to see the headlights of the car.
Then I could n’t see any car lights outside. I was wondering. The Caucasian suddenly yelled, grabbed me and looked back. When I turned my head, I saw the sand and dust outside the car window on the other side of us. I do n’t know when a strange shadow appeared.
The black shadow outside the car window is blurry, but the car window is obviously very close. It seems to be a figure, but under such a strong wind, how can someone walk outside, is this not death?
We did n’t have time to be surprised, the shadow moved. He seemed to be groping the car window, trying to find a way to open it, but Land Rover ’s tightness was excellent. He did n’t find the gap after touching it for a long time. Then we saw a picture His face stuck to the car window. The lights in the car illuminated his goggles.
I discovered at once that it was the kind of goggles equipped by Aning. They immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said to him who the is. Why did he get off the bus with such a strong wind? Did he just hit our car just now?
The person outside the window also saw us in the car, and began to knock on the window, pointing at the door, as if he was anxious to ask us to go down. I looked at the weather outside and said that I would n’t do it!
I haven't finished thinking yet, and suddenly a shadow of a person with goggles appeared on the window on the other side. The man was striking the light and knocking on the window. Both sides were very fast.
I felt bad, it seemed something was wrong, maybe they wanted to ask us to go down to help, so they also found the cloak and goggles to bring them up, and the Caucasian took out two miner's lamps, twisted them and handed them to me.
The two of us took a deep breath and opened the car door vigorously, and a burst of sand and dust rushed in. Although I was ready, I was blown back into the car with my head and pressed the door against the door without closing the door. I ran out of milk for the second time and lowered my head before drilling out and being outside 'S support dragged out. The Caucasian who got off the bus on the other side fell to the ground directly, and his screams blew a dozen meters away. All around was the sound of wind blowing the eardrum and the friction of dust in the wind. This sound was not very loud, but it overshadowed all other sounds, including our breathing.
As soon as my foot fell on the Gobi outside, I felt something was wrong. How did the ground rise? I bowed hard to avoid being blown down by the wind. I used a miner's lamp to illuminate my car. At first glance, I was dumbfounded. I fucked. Half of the car's wheels were gone. The body was inclined at 30 degrees to the pedal. Has not reached the sand under the river bed, and the car is still sinking slowly, here seems to be a quicksand bed. No wonder the car won't work anymore.
Without a car, we are done. I panicked and hurried up to pick up the car, but when I stepped on the edge of the car, there was a force pulling my foot down, like a vortex in the water, I quickly jumped back. At this time, the person who knocked on our window just a moment ago pulled me, and gave me a difficult gesture, saying that the car was no longer possible. We left here, or we would fall.
His bag is tight and his mouth is wrapped in a cloak. I know he is talking at the same time, but I ca n’t hear anything. I do n’t know who he is, but what he gestures to express is fact. So I nodded and gestured to ask him where to go? He pointed to the back cover of our car, asked me to take good things, and then made a move forward with both hands together.
This is a sign language for diving, which means to search. It seems that if many people in the car do not get off, they must not know that the car has been driven into the quicksand bed. We must inform them all the way, otherwise these Land Rover will become more than a hundred worth of them. Ten thousand iron coffins.
I nodded at the man, made an OK gesture, and opened the back of the car to take out my equipment, almost bowed, and completed this simple thing like a hunchback. At this time, my ears were actually numb, there seemed to be no sound around, there was silence, it was a bit like watching a silent film, a three-dimensional silent film.
When I closed the car cover, I saw that the back cover of our car had sunk down, as if I wiped a behemoth. I remembered the vibrations in the car, and I took photos of the surrounding lights with a miner's lamp, but I looked at everything. No, only the shadow of the Caucasian urging me to go.
I calmed down, and said that maybe the stone was hit by a scrape, and I curled up with the shadows and walked back.
Walked more than 80 meters, I feel that more than 80 meters, maybe far more than that, we saw the headlights of the next car. The car had tilted its head, we went up, jumped on the head, and found that the people inside had run out. We found them a dozen meters behind the car. A man had his goggles off. His eyes were full of sand. He cried out in pain. We formed a wind wall and wrapped his eyes with a towel.
We helped him up, and continued to move forward, and soon called out a car, three guys in the car were playing cards, we jumped on the roof for a long time, they did not respond, and finally I broke their glass with stones At this time, half of the car was already under the river bed.
After dragging them out, the wind was so strong that even the stones on the ground were scraped, and bullet-like lumps swept past our eyes from time to time, and they were finished with a hit. Someone had a goggles shot a flying stone, the nose bridge was full of blood, some people gestured to say no, and then there is danger, we had to temporarily stop searching, and fell down to avoid this burst of stones.
Several people took out hard things from the equipment. I took out a stainless steel lunch box and put it in my face. The Caucasian took out his bible, but before I set the position, the wind rolled the pages of the book, all of a sudden. All the paper shredded into a roll of paper, and there was only a piece of black cover left in his hand.
I laughed at him and shouted, "You must be pirated!" Before I finished, a stone hit my lunch box and Mars was splashing. The lunch box was already under the force of the wind, and I couldn't grasp it at once, and disappeared.
I was scared to death. If I hit my head, it would be bloody, and I could only hold my head tightly and close to the ground.
At this time, suddenly it was all around, and a hot flashing thing flew over from our side. We were all taken aback. I said, fuck, what is so fast. Before I could react, three bright lights flashed in front of me, flying towards us and passing by us. Then I smelled a familiar smell, which is the smell of magnesium burning at high temperature. I immediately knew what the flash was-it was a signal flare wrapped in the wind.
I couldn't help but be furious, and I said which king is the bastard, which pig is putting the signal flare at the upper wind in this weather, afraid that the wind won't die, do we want to burn us? Thousands of high-temperature fireballs with a speed of more than 160 kilometers per hour, I am afraid that they will be killed.
But when I think about it, I know that it is wrong. This group of people are well trained. How could they be messed up? In the expedition, launching a signal bomb is a communication method that will only be used in an emergency, because its propagation range is too wide and the ammunition consumption is large, generally only when it encounters a huge danger, or the communication object is too far use. Now in such bad conditions, they even used signal flares. That should be what happened.
I glanced at the people around me, and they all had the same thoughts as me, and I made a gesture to make the three uninjured people stand up, and we will go there to see. If they need help, or someone is injured, there will be no helpers.
This is not a job to do, or a personal heroism, I was hit by a rock as soon as I stood up, we all took the bag back to the front as a shield, adjusted the north arrow, and flew towards the flare Walk in the direction. At the same time, beware of the sudden appearance of signal flare.
After walking for a while, we did n’t know if our direction was misaligned, but we saw three cars surrounded by more than 100 meters away, but there was no one in the center of the car, and we had left. . We searched around the car and found no people, but the equipment in the car was not taken away.
The car was sinking. We opened the back cover of the car and said that at least we should rescue the things. Just when we wanted to climb into the car, another signal flickered and swept past us far away. At this flash, we found that the place where the flare was fired became on our left, not far from us. It seems that our direction is indeed wrong. Or the person launching is moving.
We picked up the equipment. Although we were very tired, the wind did not move us so much that we were able to stabilize our pace and walk towards the place where the flare was fired. Walking, walking, we were suddenly surprised to see that the silhouette of a giant appeared in the rolling sand in front.
In the violent wind, we bowed to each other, holding each other through the sand and fog, looking at the huge silhouette, we were all very surprised, and we suddenly forgot whether we should move on.
The Caucasian on the side gestured and asked me what it was. This guy has a habitual thinking, that is, he is now in China, then I am Chinese, and I should ask me if I encounter anything in China.
I shook my head so that he shouldn't be stupid, and I had no idea.
Generally speaking, there is no doubt that if it is not a middle-aged Altman less than two hundred meters in front of us, it should be a huge mountain rock, which anyone can immediately think of, But our way to here was Yiping Pingchuan, and we did not see such a tall mountain.
Where did this rock come from? Could it be that we are collectively distracted and have n’t seen it? I said in my heart that I knew it was impossible. First of all, the most important thing is that we are looking for this kind of rock all the way, because we need a cool place to rest. The shady side of this rock is a must-have resting place for any expedition. On the Gobi, there are not many such isolated mountains and rocks, so we will pay attention if there are any.
But now we ca n’t control so much. Such a big rock is a good place to avoid wind. Those signalling bullets may inform us that we have found a place to avoid wind.
I started to take the lead to run to the mountain rock, and soon I obviously felt that the closer to the rock, the lower the wind and the more energy I used. By the time I ran halfway, I already saw five The lights of the six miner's lamps were flashing.
I was ecstatic, rushing towards the light, facing the gust of wind, and rushed deep and shallow. However, after running for a long time, the light did not seem to be approaching me at all. The was so far. I was thinking that while I was exhausted, I slowed down, greeted the people on the side, etc., I felt something was wrong.
But when I looked back, I couldn't help but dumbfounding. There were people around me. There was only rolling sand and endless darkness.