Just as Outer Mongolia has been highly Russified in all aspects, its current official language, New Mongolian, is also a Mongolian script based on the Russian language.

Lin Han had learned a little Russian in his spare time, but he basically didn't know anything about the new Mongolian language, so he could only communicate with the help of translation software.

After he shouted a few times, the truck immediately pulled to the side of the road and stopped, and a middle-aged driver with a beard poked his head out of the window: "Purr?"

Lin Han was blind for a while, so he had to type on the mobile phone translation software, and then translated it into new Mongolian to show the other party: "This uncle, I want to go to "Dharamzadagade", please bring it for a ride, I will pay the money." ”

The middle-aged driver frowned, staring at him: "Gurgling?"

Lin Han: "......"

"Twitter, grunt!" When he said this, the middle-aged driver's expression and tone obviously became unkind, as if he was scolding, but Lin Han didn't understand it at all.

Lin Han was about to say something, but the driver suddenly opened the car door, first got out of the car and looked left and right, and then looked Lin Han up and down for a while, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

He took a few steps forward, and then raised his hand and pushed it towards Lin Han's chest, and said in an obviously provocative tone: "Gurgling!"

Although he was caught off guard this time, Lin Han's physique was so strong now, and the middle-aged driver pushed him like this, and he didn't even move.

The driver's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe it, he didn't know what to scold, and there was another push in his hand.

However, he still failed to push Lin Han in the slightest, and was caught by Lin Han when he stopped.

The middle-aged driver's face changed drastically, and at the same time he tugged back vigorously to try to break free of his hand, but his wrist was grabbed as if embedded in cement, and it was useless to break free.

Lin Han's face was a little gloomy at this time.

He didn't know why the driver suddenly made such a provocative gesture of pushing and shoving, but in this situation, if he didn't teach him a lesson, he might not be able to take a ride.

He immediately grabbed the other man by the collar and lifted it up with one hand, as if he were carrying a chicken.

Looking at Lin Han, who easily lifted himself up with one hand, the middle-aged driver finally showed a frightened look on his face: "Twitter......"

Lin Han didn't care what he said, and he didn't understand it at all, so he threw it out with a shake of his hand.

With a "bang", the driver fell to the ground next to him, twisted himself and groaned, and struggled to get up, obviously this time the fall was not light.

Lin Han used translation software to write "What did you mean just now", then walked over and showed the translated new Mongolian text to the other party.

The middle-aged driver's face turned white at first, and then he looked at the screen, his expression changed for a while, and he muttered a lot of words in his mouth, his tone fluctuated, and he didn't know what it meant.

Lin Han wrote directly: "Because you see that I am from Huaxia?"

The middle-aged driver's tone was sluggish, although he didn't speak, but the meaning revealed was roughly acquiescence.

Seeing this, Lin Han couldn't help frowning. Although he knew that the relations between the two countries were not good, he did not expect that the hostility of the Outer Mongolians towards the Chinese had reached such a point.

In the face of a Chinese person who has never known each other, it is a provocation to come up. Perhaps this is just a few extreme cases, but the rejection of China by the Outer Mongolians can also be seen from this.

Lin Han picked up the driver again, and in the exclamation of the other party, he stuffed it directly into the passenger seat, and then he sat in the driver's seat, closed the door and drove the truck without saying a word, and walked along the road.

He came to Outer Mongolia to "get water" and was too lazy to care about these bad things, so he just drove directly to the northern part of South Gobi Province to continue collecting water and gas.

Just in case, after stuffing the driver into the passenger seat, he directly put him to sleep, and drove his car all the way north, arriving near Dharamzadagad, a small city in South Gobi Province.

Stopping in an inconspicuous position, Lin Han leaned on his seat and began to mobilize the water vapor of Dharamzadagade, converging in the sky directly above him.

From the time he entered the territory of Outer Mongolia until now, Lin Han had been constantly accumulating water vapor, so that at this moment, a large white cloud was suspended in the sky directly above his head, and the area was still expanding.

Rainfall may only be triggered when the moisture and dust in the atmosphere condense to a certain extent. Prior to this, "rain" was in the form of floating clouds, with shallow clouds being white clouds and thick clouds being dark clouds.

With 20,000 square kilometers of loess in Yulin City, it is estimated that an additional 20,000 square kilometers of water and gas will be mobilized in Outer Mongolia.

The coverage area of the advanced meteorological authority is only more than 300 square kilometers, that is, the clouds he can carry are only more than 300 square kilometers.

Therefore, in order to efficiently mobilize water vapor, Lin Han must condense the collected water vapor into clouds, move them to Yulin in northern Shaanxi, and then disperse the clouds into water vapor again, evenly distribute them to all parts of the loess, and trigger the rain by rain enhancement bombs.

To put it simply, it is actually to pack and take away the water and gas in the South Gobi Province of Outer Mongolia.

Driving the car, I circled around Dharamzadagard, and in the middle of the night, directly above Lin Han's head, there was a large cloud that could not be seen at a glance, as if it might rain at any time.

He calculated in his heart, estimating that the collected water vapor should be almost enough, and when he turned the head of the car, he went in the direction he was going to go, and finally returned to the position where he had originally gotten into the car.

Stopping the car and looking at the middle-aged driver sleeping in the passenger seat, Lin Han couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

In his view, the hostility of Outer Mongolia to China as a whole should be based on political factors.

For example, the deliberate pandering of Outer Mongolian politicians to domestic nationalism and the diversion of domestic contradictions through the establishment of foreign enemies.

But he really couldn't think of any specific reason for some Outer Mongolians to have a strong sense of rejection of China, which was even stronger than the Chinese people's rejection of the Japanese.

You know, Outer Mongolia was once part of the territory of China.

Lin Han planned to ask the driver for the specific reason, but when he thought of all the troubles in communication, he finally shook his head and did not wake up the other party.

Pulling the other party back into the driver's seat, he got out of the car directly, dragged the giant clouds in the sky, crossed the border with China and Mongolia again, through the cross-border tunnel......

The next morning, Ochirbat was awakened by the dazzling sunlight, and a spirited got up straight from the steering wheel and looked around for a while, looking out the window, and his eyes could not help but be confused.

"I'm asleep?"

Ochirbart couldn't help but wonder when he thought of the mysterious man in black who wore sunglasses and was so powerful that he felt disgusted and shuddered, and his face couldn't help but be suspicious.

Could it be...... Dream?