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After searching and searching for several kilometers, Huangtian finally paid off and allowed Cheng Chong to find a place with barely enough shade on this desolate Gobi Desert.
They were two or three Populus euphratica trees arranged east to west. The crown of the tree was not very large, and there were many necrotic and dry branches. They were intricately intertwined with each other, just like a beautiful and profound oil painting. Vicissitudes of life and desolation are everywhere, and at the same time it also shows human beings the tenacity of life and its own rareness.
This is extremely rare in the Gobi Desert, which is subject to drought all year round. God knows how they survived in such a harsh environment?
Cheng Chong groped his way closer, carefully observing everything around him.
Finally, under the Populus euphratica tree in the west, Cheng Chong, who was extremely attentive, discovered vague traces of human beings. However, under the tree, there was a very smooth pebble that seemed to have traces of someone sitting on it. Next to it, there is a poplar tree root with the mouth of the bowl exposed. The root is also very smooth, and it seems to be a pure natural bench. In addition, several discarded cigarette butts were found nearby. A closer look at the brands and characters of those cigarette butts revealed that they were not owned by the Chinese government, nor were they cigarettes consumed by Chinese people on a daily basis.
It is obvious that not only has someone been to this place, but it is also very likely that they are not Chinese.
So who are they? What are they doing here? Could they be related to people from the Ito organization?
However, Cheng Chong still couldn't tell based on these clues from the surroundings.
But obviously, this place is not suitable for hiding in disguise.
But Cheng Chong was reluctant to give up this place. In this desolate Gobi Desert, it was not easy to find such a place that could barely provide shade! And every time I think of the scenes under the scorching sun yesterday, I can't help but break out in cold sweat, and I still have lingering fears!
Moreover, he was carrying very little water, and he did not have the courage to endure another day of hard work under the scorching sun, because in that case, even if his willpower was super strong, the primitive but extremely sophisticated machine of his body would not be able to survive. There will definitely be a tantrum and a strike.
After much thought, Cheng Chong chose to camouflage under the poplar tree to the east. There are scattered camel thorns and some sparse splendens under the tree. Although it is not very dense, it can be regarded as an extremely precious bit of green in this Gobi Desert where there is almost only sand and gravel.
And it is not difficult to see that few people set foot in this place. If you are lurking here, these scattered camel thorns and splendens can also provide you with a good camouflage.
Cheng Chong unloaded his backpack and quickly dug a bunker. The project was as small as possible. Firstly, it could save physical strength. Secondly, the movement would not be too loud, which would destroy the original surrounding environment and make people suspicious.
After he lurked carefully, he looked around vigilantly and found that he was almost completely integrated with the surrounding environment. If he didn't look carefully, he would have been deceived. He became increasingly good at camouflaging himself. Feel very satisfied.
After finishing all this, Cheng Chong quietly opened the backpack hidden at his side, took out some compressed biscuits, and wolfed them down, which gave himself a little energy. He didn't dare to drink any more water. Because, after this night of running wildly, he had too little water left.
If someone asks, what is the most precious thing in the Gobi Desert? And those who have been to the Gobi desert will definitely reply to him without hesitation, water is water! Because in the desolate and arid desert Gobi, water is directly equivalent to life to a large extent, and life is priceless.
Cheng Chong began to worry about his situation. He had almost finished drinking the water he was carrying, but the enemy hadn't even found a shadow. Where was the secret base of the Ito organization? How far away are you? Did you go in the wrong direction during these two nights of running?
These are very real and serious problems?
However, what makes him most headache and uneasy is that he is about to face the danger of water shortage. Throughout the ages, how many people have never left the Gobi Desert because of lack of water. And whether I can successfully get out of this seemingly endless Gobi Desert this time, I really have no idea. If I can't even do this, let alone successfully avenge my dead comrades.
Cheng Chong had originally considered this issue, so he bought a large soft leather water bag. However, he never expected that the environment in the Gobi Desert would be so harsh, excluding almost all life forms. Any life form that passes through it must undergo an extremely difficult test.
¡°No wonder those bastards from the damn Ito organization would set up their secret base in a place like this, and no wonder it¡¯s soIn the past year, the armies of so many countries failed to completely wipe out them. This harsh environment turned out to be their natural barrier and solid line of defense.
Cheng Chong began to feel a little uneasy. He stared blankly at the distance that was about to be penetrated by the morning light. He was extremely tired at this moment. What made him even more uncomfortable was that the compressed biscuits he had just eaten were raging in his stomach. It absorbs water, and the body, which is already extremely dehydrated, is almost sucked dry by it.
Because of thirst, he felt that almost all the blood in his body began to become thicker, and his body felt empty and light. He thought to himself that if someone put a thread on him at this moment, he would seem like a kite. It floated directly in the wind.
sleep! right! Oh shit! Maybe you won¡¯t feel thirsty when you sleep!
Suddenly, Cheng Chong had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and this genius idea came to him. Sleeping is indeed a good idea. Sleeping can divert people's attention, or temporarily shut down those extremely painful feelings. It is a method used by people who drink to drown their sorrows. The problem is that wine can¡¯t really relieve sorrow, otherwise how can we say that drinking to relieve sorrow will make us more miserable. Likewise, sleeping cannot fundamentally quench thirst.
However, Cheng Chong actually fell asleep when he said he was asleep, which is enough to make those who still have insomnia in the middle of the night grit their teeth with envy, because at this time, he was really too tired and sleepy. He had consumed a lot of physical energy in the past few days, and after yesterday The scorching sun was scorching all day long, and if he were an ordinary person, he would probably collapse long ago.
And it¡¯s amazing that he can hold on strong to this moment.
Perhaps thirst was still to blame. This time Cheng Chong slept very lightly, waking up in and out, and his head was groggy. Most of the time, he was in a half-asleep and half-awake state, and his body seemed to be floating in the void like a kite. Oh, it's floating, I don't know where it's going?
Suddenly, a strong smell of sheep came towards me. I suddenly opened my eyes and saw the scorching sun hanging high in the sky, and a large group of sheep appeared in front of me. This group of sheep had probably never had a bath since they were born, and their originally pure white wool had been dyed earthy yellow by nature, so the smell was particularly strong.
What's going on? Cheng Chong, who came back to his senses, was out of habit and almost jumped out of the bunker. After he completely woke up, he stopped all his reckless actions and still crawled motionless in the simple bunker.
Since there are sheep, then there will naturally be a sheepherder. What kind of person will he be? Could he be related to people from the Ito organization? Cheng Chong had heard veterans say before that many terrorists would force the herdsmen, farmers and even children around them to stand guard for them and inform them of the news.
Could this herdsman be the spy of the Ito organization?
Cheng Chong honestly lay down in the bunker and looked up. Sure enough, about a hundred meters behind the sheep, an elderly herdsman appeared. His attire was not far different from that of ethnic minority herdsmen in the northwest. His head was He was wearing a thick turban, and in his hand was a pipe that was at least a foot long. Every few steps I take, I take a sip, feeling very leisurely.
Cheng Chong lay motionless in the bunker, closely monitoring the herdsman's every move. But I saw him wandering to the west of the poplar tree, sat down, and after smoking for a while, he actually started singing at the top of his voice.
Cheng Chong could not understand a word of the song, but the tone was so sad and desolate that normal people would suffer from depression, while patients with depression might commit suicide immediately after listening to it. But the singing is so penetrating that it can be heard clearly even from several kilometers away.
Cheng Chong is not a bullshit artist, nor is he a music enthusiast. He has no interest in appreciating the desolate and melodious singing voice of this old herdsman. Instead, he was carefully analyzing the unexpected situation in front of him.
Just now, based on the smooth pebbles and the bowl-sized Populus euphratica root, I had already noticed that someone had been to this place before. The old herdsman found the location very skillfully and sat on it without looking. It was obvious that he came to this place often.
But he smoked dry cigarettes, and just now he found several discarded cigarette butts at that location. Analyzing the normal situation, people who are used to smoking paper cigarettes are generally not used to smoking dry cigarettes. Similarly, people who are used to smoking dry cigarettes may not be used to smoking cigarettes because the taste is wrong.
That means that there may be other people who have been to this place, so who are they? Will they know this old herdsman? Will they have any contact?
This is not because Cheng Chong is overly suspicious, but because he is alone in an enemy situation, surrounded by dangers, and has to be cautious, because if he is not careful, he will be doomed.
And what other meaning does this old herdsman have when he sings? Or it was purely a whim.
But if analyzed from a military point of view, singing is definitely not just singing, it may be conveying some kind of signal. Moreover, this kind of singing can spread far and wide in the desolate Gobi Desert, even if you are thousands of miles away. You can hear it clearly even from kilometers away.
Could this old herdsman really use his singing to tip off certain people? Has he already discovered himself?
Thinking of this, Cheng Chong suddenly shuddered and felt horrified. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)nbsp;But if analyzed from a military point of view, singing is definitely not just singing, it may be conveying some kind of signal. Moreover, this kind of singing can be spread far and wide in the desolate Gobi Desert, even if you are in the desert. It can be heard clearly even from several kilometers away.
Could this old herdsman really use his singing to tip off certain people? Has he already discovered himself?
Thinking of this, Cheng Chong suddenly shuddered and felt horrified. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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