Chapter 29 Sandstorm

Only the next day did Qin Chuan know what Bushila meant by the barren land... Everywhere he could see was golden sand, like an ocean of sand, rising and falling all the way to the end of the sky. If you hadn't known that it was full of heat and death, you would have been deceived by its beautiful appearance.

Brash stopped, spread a felt on the ground, muttered something, knelt down and prostrated devoutly, and then again, and again, and again.

The soldiers did not disturb Brash because they were also shocked by what they saw. Many of them made the famous cross on their chests and prayed silently in their hearts... Whether it is Libya or Germany, the troops really need the help of gods now. shelter.

After a long time, Bushila stood up, looked at the boundless golden desert, and said with an expression of great awe: "Awana Selection... is the place where demons live. Once you walk in, your life will be handed over to you. Devil!"

At first, Qin Chuan thought that Bushila's words were more of a legend or an exaggeration. After walking in, he realized that what Bushila said was true.

There is no trace at all in this desert. Everything that can be seen is the same. Except for sand dunes, it is still sand dunes. If you want to find a tree or a mountain as a mark, it is basically a fantasy. Even the sand dunes under your feet are not Unchanged... The dunes are like this today, and they will be like that tomorrow, and a storm can even "shuffle" everything.

This is a natural maze for people walking in it. The only thing they can rely on is direction.

But in fact, the direction was unreliable, because their destination was Mses Oasis.

"There is only one point on the map of Mses Oasis!" Bushila explained: "Many people fail to discover it even if they pass by it. The result is that they will die of thirst during the rest of the journey!"

"Then how did you discover it?" Qin Chuan asked.

"I don't know!" replied Bushilla, "but I can find it!"

Alfredo added an extra sentence when translating: "Maybe it's a feeling!"

Qin Chuan nodded in agreement. Although this was unscientific, he could only choose to trust his feelings now.

Another problem is that after entering this "demon habitat", the marching speed slows down exponentially.

There are two reasons for this:

First, the terrain is uneven and mostly soft sand.

The unevenness means that the actual journey is much farther than the straight line on the map... The troops are always climbing over hills one after another, so although the troops' marching enthusiasm has not diminished, their forward speed is less than half of the previous one. .

Soft fine sand will make walking more difficult, especially going up the mountain. If you take a few steps, you will slide back. If you don't stop, you will slide directly to the bottom of the mountain and have to start all over again.

Another reason is that this terrain causes a lot of trouble for cars... Cars cannot climb over these dunes made of soft and fine sand. They can only find a more curved but relatively flat road with the help of reconnaissance troops.

This forced the logistics convoy and the troops to move forward separately...the convoy curved under the sand dunes, while the troops walked in a straight line over the hills.

Fortunately, both sides have radio stations, and they often use signal flares to indicate their positions to each other, so they won't get separated.

If it were just these difficulties, it would be fine. The troops are always moving forward, and the water volume is enough for the troops to reach the Mses Oasis... The oasis can not only replenish water, but also means that they have stepped out of the most dangerous "devil's habitat".

But as the saying goes, there are unforeseen circumstances. On the second day after entering the golden desert, while the soldiers were still trying hard to climb up and down the sand dunes, Bushila's camels suddenly started to stir. They refused to do anything. Move forward, just stand there and call.

This alerted Bushila, who quickly raised his hand to signal the soldiers to stop advancing and keep quiet.

Qin Chuan looked around and found nothing. The sun was still high in the sky, roasting the people and desert below. There was nothing around but them.

But Bushila's solemn expression made Qin Chuan feel that something had happened, and it was not a trivial matter.

"What's going on?" Qin Chuan asked.

Alfredo spread his hands and replied: "I don't know either. Busila said the wind started to blow, but there is nothing to be afraid of when the wind blows..."

Before he finished speaking, Alfredo stared at the northwest with his mouth wide open.

Qin Chuan followed Alfredo's line of sight and saw a cloud of smoke in the distance. If he didn't look carefully, he would have thought it was a cloud or a piece of smoke raised by a cannonball.

"It's a sandstorm!" Alfredo's expression changed drastically, and he waved his hand and shouted at the soldiers: "Disperse, find a place to hide!"

In fact, saying this is the same as not saying it, because there is no place to hide if you want to. There are sand dunes everywhere here, and it doesn't matter where you hide.

Bushila controlled the camels and made them squat down. He hurriedly checked whether the water bags and food were tied tightly, then got under the camels and hid. After a while, he poked his head out and waved to Qin Chuan and others.

Qin Chuan understood, greeted his subordinates, and followed the example and got under the camel with a few soldiers... This really gave him a sense of security, although the stench of the camel was a bit unbearable.

Then, Qin Chuan curiously stuck his head out and looked at the sandstorm... This was the first time he really saw a sandstorm.

At this time, the sandstorm was getting bigger and bigger. From a distance, it looked like a sand wall, a moving sand wall, slowly approaching Qin Chuan and others. It also looked like turbulent sea water, rolling with gray-black waves.

If you look carefully, you will find that the upper layer of this wall is slightly yellow-red, the middle layer is gray-black, and the lower layer is black.

Qin Chuan knows the cause of these colors: the upper layer is floating with relatively fine dust, and the sunlight from top to bottom penetrates the dust and reflects, so what you see is yellow-red; the middle layer has larger particles, and the sunlight can only partially penetrate, so it is gray-black; the lower layer has the largest particles, and the sunlight can hardly penetrate, so what you see is black.

The wind is getting stronger and stronger, and the sandstorm is getting closer and closer, and then suddenly... the whole sky suddenly darkened, and all of a sudden, there were flying sands everywhere around. They were hot from the sun, and they penetrated from the cuffs, collars and other places, hitting the face and hurting, and it was difficult to open the eyes.

It was a very strange feeling, like the night had suddenly come, but it was not night, because from time to time there would be one or two rays of sunlight coming through the top of the head... This was because the swirling sand was uneven, and occasionally a few rays of sunlight would enter through the gap, so it flickered a bit like the rotating lights in a dance hall. If it weren't for the sand and dust that almost blocked Qin Chuan's mouth and nose and made him unable to breathe, this could still be considered a beautiful scenery.

Qin Chuan carefully took out the towel from his backpack, and took a lot of effort to tie it on his face to cover his mouth and nose, and then pressed one side of the towel with one hand... He was worried that the strong wind whistling in front of him would suddenly blow the towel away. If so, he would be worried about not being able to eat dinner, because the sand and dust would definitely fill his stomach.

At this time, a gunshot was faintly heard in the wind... followed by a painful scream from the camel.

Qin Chuan couldn't help but secretly say that it was bad, and he didn't know which clumsy guy's rifle accidentally fired and hit the camel.