Chapter 597 My Friend

This is the time when the sun is the most poisonous in the day, and the temperature in the Gobi has already exceeded 40 degrees. Zhang Heng put his backpack on his head to slightly block the direct sunlight, but this action is of no use. After walking for a while, his skin that was exposed outside his sleeves was sunburned, the heat wave was transpiring, and the vision in front of him was also distorted.

As a last resort, he had to find a backlit rock wall, sat down and rested for a while, and waited for the sun to be slightly lower before setting off again. During this period, a whiptail lizard hid in the same shade as him to escape the heat.

In the Apollo program training camp, Zhang Heng also trained in desert survival, but that was when there were supply kits. NASA has done a good job in this aspect. Basically, all emergency situations have been taken into consideration, and anti-inflammatory drugs are also available. There were preparations, but this time was different. Zhang Heng was suddenly thrown into the Gobi by the game system. From the equipment he wore to the equipment he carried, he was not suitable for desert survival.

But now that he found the railway track, Zhang Heng originally planned to walk along the railway track for a while, and wait for the train to pass before he took the train to the next settlement. However, I don’t know if it was his bad luck. For many hours, he hadn't seen a train, so he could only continue walking on his own legs.

This time he walked for almost four hours, and the moisture in his body evaporated quickly. Not only did the corners of his mouth start to dry and crack, but the exposed calves and arms were also a little red and swollen, which meant that he had been slightly sunburned.

Fortunately, at this time, he could also see the small town in the distance in the wind and sand.

Zhang Heng's hanging heart finally let go.

Like most small towns in the west at that time, the town in front of him whose name he did not know was also built on the basis of railways. The railway tracks crossed the center of the town, with residential houses on one side and taverns, theaters, casinos and the like on the other. Entertainment areas, because drunk people tend to be troublemakers, so it is necessary to isolate these revelers.

But when Zhang Heng got closer, he still found some unusual places.

One of the most important points is that it is too deserted here.

Although there are houses with wide open doors along the way, Zhang Heng can't see anyone inside, and everything has been removed. Zhang Heng walked into a house at random and found that the ground was full of dust. Its owner had apparently not been back for a long time.

The situation of other nearby dwellings is similar, the only difference is the bar in the town, Zhang Heng saw eight horses outside the door.

Considering that this was probably the only place with people in the whole town, he didn't hesitate too long before pushing open the door of the bar.

Unlike the empty town outside, the inside of the bar is very lively, four men are playing poker at a table and cursing each other loudly, and a guy who is already drunk is directly lying down on a table by the window On the table, snoring loudly, the lame barkeeper counts the hidden wine on the wine rack, and on the other table are two quieter young people, one is cleaning his rifle, and the other is playing. Holding a dagger.

When Zhang Heng walked in, it was as if someone had pressed the mute button, and the noisy bar suddenly fell silent.

Zhang Heng can understand their thoughts. After all, his 21st-century attire looks a bit too trendy in this era. Coupled with his complexion, it is hard not to be eye-catching

But he didn't come for a blind date, and he didn't care too much about what other people thought of him. He glanced at the surrounding environment, walked straight to the bar, and put down his backpack.

"Excuse me, give me a glass of water... wine is also fine."

However, the lame boss didn't turn around when he heard the words. In fact, he was still arranging the wine rack as if he hadn't heard anything.

Zhang Heng frowned, because the immigration composition of the United States is very complicated, not only the English and Scots, but also many people from other countries. Therefore, although this situation is relatively rare, the possibility that the boss does not know English cannot be ruled out. , so Zhang Heng asked again in French and Spanish.

The result is still ineffective.

Instead, a bearded man put down the poker in his hand and walked over. Unlike his rough appearance like a bear, he was unexpectedly polite and asked Zhang Heng, "Do you mind if I sit next to you?" Is it in position?"

"No, please." Zhang Heng said, paused and asked again, "Since you are guests here, you should be able to answer my next question. Is the owner of this bar deaf?"

"Hahahaha." The bear-like man laughed twice when he heard the words, but he didn't answer Zhang Heng's question immediately, but said with great interest, "Where do you come from, my friend, I don't know Didn't see your horse outside."

"Other...in the town." Zhang Heng said.

"But as far as I know, there are no other towns within a hundred miles of here."

"So as you can see, I've walked a long way." Zhang Heng said, he glanced sideways at the table where the man was sitting before, and pointed to a bottle of whiskey on it, "Can I have a glass, I've been here for a long time No more water."

"Of course, of course, as the saying goes, good wine is always shared with friends." The bear-like man smiled, but he didn't get up, but sat still, looked at Zhang Heng, blinked, "You are a Chinaman, right? Although you look stronger than most Chinamen, you wear weird clothes, and there is no such thing on the back of your head..."

The bear-like man gestured with braids, "Don't be nervous, I also had two Chinese friends before, they opened a grocery store in the town, I like them, from the bottom of my heart, I always patronize them Shops, those industrious and tireless little things, are like bees flying around your ears every day, buzzing, buzzing, forgive me, I haven’t read many books, this analogy may not be appropriate...until One day, something went wrong with our friendship."

The expression on the bear-like man's face was very troubled, "You come to judge, that morning, I went to their store as usual, got some honey candles and something to eat, and about two bottles of wine, Before leaving, they suddenly stopped me and asked me to pay and settle the previous debts. This kind of behavior hurt me deeply. Given the deep friendship between us, I don’t think this kind of behavior Pure affection can be measured in money, so I put down the honey, put down the candle, put down the bacon and ham in my hand, and then opened one of the bottles and took two big swigs.

"And my two friends kept chattering in my ear all the way through, so I had to draw the revolver on my side, shoot each of them in their cute little heads, and... ... all of our problems suddenly resolved."

The bear-like man smiled, "Now, let me answer your previous question, no, one-legged Randall's ears are not deaf, considering his age, this old bastard's ears are more sensitive than a dog's, he He clearly heard every word you said, every word, but... he just doesn't care at all."