After the two of them set up their tents and lit a bonfire, they huddled into a tent and turned on their flashlights to proofread the route on the map.

Han Daxia brought a waterproof paper map, which was many times more precise than the electronic map downloaded by a salted fish on a tablet. Although it generally looks like a piece of yellow, on Han Daxia's map, there are many finely marked oases and mountain peak locations, and even a relatively safe route is given.

After comparing the current GPS positioning coordinates on the tablet, Han Daxia took out a pen from his pocket, marked the current location of the two on the map, and then calculated the distance to Kabashi.

"We're here now, and we've deviated from the original route, but it's not too far off. ”

Han Daxia pointed to the small red dot that had just been drawn on the map, and then pointed to Kabash with his finger in a straight line.

Wang Ping also stood next to him at this time to join in the fun, although he was just a badger who "didn't know" the map, but it was still no problem to properly express his curiosity.

I don't know if it's because of some habit or some other reason, a certain badger noticed that whenever Han Daxia used his finger to compare the position of Kabashi, he would always subconsciously point his finger at a fixed point in the northeast direction. Even if Gu Laosan moved the map and caused the location to change, he would still subconsciously point his finger at it. Although it is just a virtual point, it will be moved away immediately, but it seems abnormal after too many times.

Excluding Alzheimer's disease or Parkinson's disease, it's that position that is weird. It is estimated that this product has been secretly studied many times behind his back, so he will develop such a habit, and he will subconsciously point over before he has time to think about it.

A certain badger raised his little hairy face and looked at Gu Laosan, and found that this thing really didn't notice Han Daxia's movements at all, but nodded there with a look of not knowing how to pretend to understand, but his eyes swept over the legend from time to time, and a trace of abruptness flowed under his eyes.

"Well, you really can't expect this thing too much......"

A certain badger sighed secretly, and then squinted his little eyes and secretly observed the location where Han Daxia ordered.

Except for the slightly darker color, you can't see any features on the map at all. Converted to scale, the location is on the edge of the desert about 80 kilometers from the Kabash Highway, and it is about three days away from the current position of the team.

Of course, if Gu Laosan is willing to accompany Han Daxia to ride a horse together, no, if he plans to gallop with a "camel", he may not be able to arrive in two days.

Just frowning and thinking, Wang Ping suddenly felt a beam of eyes fall on him, and subconsciously turned his face to look, just in time to meet the gaze of Han Daxia.

“Σ(???) Is it seen by this thing?"

Wang Ping's heart suddenly sudden, and then his heartbeat began to speed up, and his little paws were raised and lowered, which was quite a bit of a feeling of helplessness. Subconsciously, he raised his head and looked at the top of the tent, and his little eyes turned and didn't dare to look into Han Daxia's eyes.

But then Wang Ping reacted, and his performance was a little bit of a desire to cover up.

"I'm a badger, I'm nervous about Mao, why don't I just take a look? and don't break the law!"

Thinking of this, Wang Ping narrowed his eyes and turned his head to look at Han Daxia, and made up his mind to pay attention, if this thing dared to look at himself with that kind of eyes again, he would teach him a lesson. Anyway, what I used to show was a bad temper, cautious, sensitive, and angry. This thing dares to look at himself like this, and there is no doubt that he will be beaten properly.

It's a pity that Han Daxia has already withdrawn his gaze at this time, and it seems that he just glanced at it unconsciously, and he didn't mean to pay attention to a certain badger. When Wang Ping looked over again, he was reaching out to fold the map and beckoning a salted fish to go out to cook.

opened his little hairy mouth, Wang Ping was a little helpless, he wanted to watch it for a while. He only remembered the position that Han Daxia had just ordered, and he really had to calculate it according to his memory, I am afraid that the error is not small.

Although you can't see anything on the map except the location and coordinates, you can remember the direction more accurately.

A mercenary-like person like Wang Ping performs tasks in the field all year round, and the only thing he deals with is a map. After a long time, as long as you memorize the map direction, you will subconsciously bring your own travel speed and direction into it, and convert the distance to the target in the gap between hurrying.

After all, many times the weather conditions or the environment are not convenient to use the map, and most of them rely on memory and mental arithmetic to determine their position. This somewhat cumbersome way is not used to today's increasingly advanced electronic individual soldier equipment, but veterans like to use it the most. Electronic devices can be detected and tracked, and they may run out of electricity, but paper and brains will not.

When Wang Ping came out of the tent, Gu Laosan had already boiled water and was adding rice to the pot. Han Daxia was holding a saber on the side and was opening canned luncheon meat.

Walking in the desert, the maximum temperature during the day can't reach 50 degrees, and you can't put any fresh food except canned food. Even if it is canned, the shelf life will be halved.

Wang Ping's current small body doesn't like this kind of food that is abnormally rich in nitrite, so he ran to the luggage to get beef jerky.

Sheltered from the wind behind the tent, three camels are tied to iron chisels wedged into the gravel floor, squinting and leisurely eating second-hand forage from their stomachs.

If you change to a camel team that walks in the desert or the Gobi all year round, the camels are usually tied to the periphery of the camp at night to protect the tent from the wind, and at the same time play a role in warning. However, Gu Laosan couldn't bear to let the family blow the wind in front, and the tents of him and Han Daxia were windproof, and the ground was strong enough, so he placed the camel behind and the luggage together. It turned out that he and Han Daxia were shielding the camels from the wind.

Seeing the figure of a certain badger walking over, the two big camels did not even change their expressions, but the little camel came over and sniffed it. Probably "camels are young and ignorant", and they don't know that "camel badgers are different", but they were slapped back by Wang Ping before the moist nostrils spraying hot air touched a certain badger.

Looking at the camel snot on the small meat pad in his palm with some disgust, Wang Ping wiped it vigorously on Han Daxia's travel bag, and was about to pull Gu Laosan's backpack where he put beef jerky, when his ears moved slightly, but he heard the sound of plastic paper.

Turning his head and stretching his neck, he glanced out through the gap between the tents, and the two people in front of him were busy, and no one noticed this. A certain badger listened to the movements of the two with his ears in his ears, and quietly opened Han Daxia's backpack.

Sure enough, on the inside of a badger on the edge that had just wiped its paws, Han Daxia's map was hastily stuffed there.

Wang Ping hurriedly grabbed the map, opened the folded position, and turned out the side of Kabash sideways to get closer to him. Through the reflection on the surface of the plastic paper, there were obvious fingerprint traces on it, which were printed on the east side of the south side of Kabashi.

Silently estimated the distance in his heart, and heard Han Daxia's question in front of the tent, and he couldn't understand why a certain badger stayed behind for so long. Wang Ping hurriedly put away the map and was about to stuff it back, when he accidentally saw a stamp suddenly dropped on the top of the backpack.

Wang Ping remembers very well that when he first opened the backpack, there were no stamps on it. The only explanation is that Han Daxia deliberately sandwiched it in the map. As a result, I just opened the map and fell out without noticing.

"me, what the hell is this guy doing? The anti-reconnaissance ability is too much!"

Wang Ping scratched his head, and his little face was a little square.

The map was stacked in several layers, and the devil knew which layer he had clipped the stamp to.