[Barrage: Hahaha...... Chicken butt!】

[Barrage: Chicken ass, you are really 666......]

[Barrage: This must have been lost by the anchor sleepwalking a few nights ago. 】

[Barrage: 666...... Chicken butts are ok. 】

[Barrage: According to my speculation, there are people BBQ here, then there must be people living nearby, or there is a highway, the distance will not exceed 10 kilometers, if anyone is BBQ in the Gobi Desert, then you can accurately find the location of the anchor. 】

[Barrage: Eat the leftover chicken butt, I'm dying, my stomach hurts, and I'm going to be laughed to death.] 】

Look at this chicken butt, it is obviously roasted, just looking at the appearance, the barbecue technique is not bad, the outside is charred and the inside is tender, at least the master level.

On closer inspection, this chicken butt looks very much like a chicken butt, but it doesn't quite resemble a chicken butt, and I'm not sure if it's a real chicken butt, but it's definitely a bird's butt.

Could it be a Martian chicken?

Shaking his head, Chen Mulin didn't dare to draw conclusions now, so it seemed that he could only put it away and take it back for the supercomputer to analyze.

Putting away the chicken buttocks, Chen Mulin continued to observe the traces on the ground, looking for clues around the fire, he was sure that there would be some traces left.

If there is no auxiliary tools to make a fire in the thin atmosphere, Chen Mulin will not believe it if he is killed.

Sure enough, Chen Mulin found something strange about five meters away from the center of the fire, which was a hole in the center of the circle covered by sand and dust, about the size of a fist.

Then he found four more identical pits, each at four corners, in a square that seemed to be used to hold something in place.

Could it be that there were tents set up here?

It seems that this can only be explained, otherwise how could such a thin atmosphere make a fire, it must be a sealed tent, and it is a tent with an air circulation system.

As for how the carbon dioxide produced by the fire of the sealed tent is discharged, perhaps the Martians have not considered this problem at all, after all, more than 90% of the Martian atmosphere is carbon dioxide, maybe people are like this, naturally different from the earthlings, they build tents just to make fires.

Chen Mulin said his thoughts, which naturally caused a burst of complaints from the sailors in the live broadcast room.

[Barrage: If there are Martians, I will eat live. 】

[Barrage: Don't Martians eat chicken butts?]

[Barrage: Tents that can be used on Mars, don't want 998, don't want 98, buy now and only need 9.8 to take home.] 】

[Barrage: Anchor, wake up, it's time to go back and plant potatoes!]

[Barrage: Don't fool around, go home and eat chicken butts. 】

Chen Mulin didn't care at all and continued his conjecture.

"Maybe the Martian technology is very developed, maybe there really is such a tent, after all, technology, anything is possible. ”

"Take my Mars base as an example, it can also be considered a tent, but it is a little heavier than a normal tent, and you can't carry it around, but it's all the same thing. ”

"In my opinion, the odds of having Martians are very high, and they should live underground. ”

As he spoke, Chen Mulin caught a glimpse of such a barrage.

[Barrage: In my opinion, the anchor is going to be unlucky!]

"Unlucky, why should I be unlucky?" Chen Mulin asked very suspiciously.

[Barrage: Look at the back, it's cold!]

"Back?"

Chen Mulin let out a broken thought, turned around and looked, and almost collapsed to the ground in fright.

In the distance, there was a black oppression, not dark clouds, nor the sun going down, but a wall of sand that could not be seen at the top.

Dust storm!

Chen Mulin's heart was extremely complicated, and he felt that his heart was about to stop beating.

Looking at this formation, the level is not low, and it is many times stronger than the one a few nights ago.

The speed of the sandstorm was amazingly fast, and it was already blowing to Chen Mulin as soon as he was stunned.

[Barrage: It's cold!]

[Barrage: Who will make up for it, can the green screen achieve such an effect?]

[Barrage: The anchor died on the spot.] 】

......

It wouldn't be so unlucky, would it?

Now Chen Mulin has no heart to pay attention to these barrages.

At a critical juncture, I still want to think about how to save my life.

It wasn't a solution to be exposed like this, and he didn't want to get into the rover.

In the car, Chen Mulin glanced at the computer, and sure enough, it was the sandstorm detected that day.

Somehow, in the process of growing stronger, it changed direction, and the diameter blew here, and even the base was on its way.

To make matters worse, the location happens to be right in the center of the sandstorm.

Looking at the speed of the sandstorm, it was obviously impossible to return to the base now, and there was a small plain around it, not even a small hill.

I can't help Chen Mulin think about it, and now I can only use the rover to resist.

Let's hope the rover won't be blown over!

He immediately activated the rover and began to adjust its position, pointing the front of the rover in the direction of the sandstorm.

Now he can only do this, if it is still in the position just now, horizontally, this will undoubtedly be blown over.

As for why you use the front of the car to face the wind, it is because the front of the rover is relatively heavy, and the parking space is a body, which is similar to the side windward when there is no load, and it is very easy to be blown over.

[Barrage: I like to watch the anchor die and struggle. 】

[Barrage: It's really fake, sandstorm, I haven't seen it yet. 】

[Barrage: Give up treatment, it's hopeless.] 】

[Barrage: Incense the anchor.] 】

[Barrage: Hurry up and send a wave of gifts, otherwise you won't have a chance in the future.] 】

[Barrage: The scene of death on the spot.] 】

[Barrage: What should I do if Mars encounters a sandstorm? 】

......

The barrage took off in the live broadcast room, Chen Mulin didn't even look at it, his hands snapped and quickly tapped the keyboard, and even the communication was connected to the supercomputer.

As soon as they connected, Chen Mulin hurriedly spoke: "Xuannu, I encountered a sandstorm here, which happened to be the center of the route, and I am now on the rover, I don't know if this car is grass tolerant?"

[Xuannu: "That's the case, Mr. Chen, the Mars rover is not enough to resist such a strong sandstorm, and it is very likely to be scattered by the wind and sand." ”】

Hearing this, Chen Mulin's heart darkened: "Is there no way to deal with it?"

[Xuannu: "I'm sorry, no, but Mr. Chen, you can pray for the blessing of the Buddha." ”】

Chen Mulin, who heard this, wanted to scold, the Buddha can't even manage the earth, can he still control himself, a person who is far away on Mars?

Angrily disconnected the communication, his heart was extremely complicated, looking at the approaching sandstorm, Chen Mulin's eyes revealed a trace of fear.

Natural disasters are indeed not something that can be resisted by manpower.

Could it be that I, handsome and dashing, am I going to hang on Mars?

For a moment, the small space was full of sorrow.