"Daughter-in-law, are you enjoying running today?" the grandmaster grabbed a "stewardess bun" in his hand, and asked Fang Zhengying while eating it in a big gulp. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Fang Zhengying's little face was flushed, obviously the excitement had not passed, she also took a bite of the "stewardess bun" in her hand, nodded and said: "Very enjoyable, really very enjoyable." It turns out that the charm of racing is so great, no wonder so many people are crazy about it. I find that I'm completely in love with the sport now, husband, how about letting me do it in the afternoon?"

The grandmaster swallowed a "stewardess bun" in one gulp, and said with a smile: "As long as you want to drive, this car is yours." ”

The "stewardess buns" that the two of them ate were actually a local specialty snack in the Uyghur language, which is called "Samusa" in Uyghur.

This food about the size of an egg yolk pie is made from unleavened dough and stuffed into a square, and the filling is made with diced lamb, a little onion, cumin, refined salt, pepper and water. Paste the wrapped "Samusa" in the naan pit, it can be baked in ten minutes, the skin is yellow and bright, the skin is crispy and the meat is tender, and the taste is fresh and fragrant.

Because the flight crew at the end of the day, especially the beautiful flight attendants, basically take this special food for breakfast, and often pack it away, over time, this local specialty food has a loud nickname - "flight attendant bun".

Fang Zhengying happily ate the "stewardess bun" in her hand, grabbed another charcoal-grilled egg, peeled off the egg skin, and then handed it to the grandmaster.

The Grandmaster swallowed the baked egg in one bite, then picked up one as well and began to peel the skin for Fang Zhengying.

This kind of charcoal-grilled egg is also a local specialty of the end of the local specialty, this kind of charcoal grilled eggs, after peeling the egg skin, the egg white inside is white and transparent, more tender than boiled eggs, more fragrant, and taste unique.

However, the technical requirements for baking eggs with charcoal fire are very high, the fire is small, the time is short, the eggs are not cooked, the fire is big, the time is long, the eggs will explode. Therefore, this charcoal-grilled egg is definitely a craft that requires a lot of skill and experience.

After the two of them came to the end, they did not go to the big restaurant to eat, but found a small stall that looked very clean on the street, sat down and ordered several local specialties and food, stewardess buns, charcoal grilled eggs, and the end of the sour**, but also a large and thin naan about the same size as the lid of the cauldron, which does not cost much, and the thief who eats is comfortable.

The owner of the stall also recognized the identities of two men: Vladivostok, a driver of the Cape Town Rally. After all, there are many racers who pass by at this time of year, Grandmaster and Fang Zhengying are both wearing racing suits, and there is a powerful and domineering modified off-road vehicle parked next to them, which proves that this young man and woman came here after a trek of thousands of miles.

Therefore, the owner of the stall was very enthusiastic and took out all his craftsmanship, so that Fang Zhengying and the grandmaster could eat with a smile.

After eating the meal for about 20 minutes, after paying the bill, the two of them returned to the car, put down their seats, and lay down in the car for about 40 minutes, and then they cheered up and prepared to cross the Taklamakan Desert from the end to the north.

From the end to Aksu, the straight-line distance is almost 750 kilometers, and even if the grandmaster runs, it will take almost four hours to run. Anyway, the two of them had already decided to stay and rest in Aksu, so they were not in a hurry to run.

Don't look at the fact that you can drive your car in the desert during the day, you can't fly it, but at night in the desert sports car, it becomes a very dangerous thing, especially in the Taklamakan Desert, a mobile desert full of big sand dunes, and the sports car at night is quite a dangerous thing. Unless you're willing to run slowly, try to avoid driving at high speeds in this desert at night.

Going out from the end, galloping in a straight line all the way to the north-west, although Fang Zhengying's driving skills are not too good, but in this kind of sports car in the desert where you can't find a car, the technology really doesn't matter.

It was the first time for Fang Zhengying to speed the car to a speed of more than 200 per hour, so she didn't want to be excited.

However, Fang Zhengying's extremely excited state did not last long, and after running for an hour and a half, he couldn't hold on.

The Grandmaster took over the steering wheel and continued to gallop in the northwest direction, and it was almost five o'clock in the afternoon when he felt the sign-in point of Aksu.

After asking, he was indeed the first driver to sign in to Aksu, so the two of them were not in a hurry, and after maintaining the car that night, they stayed in Aksu.

Early the next morning, the precise biological clock woke up the two on time, and after a little preparation, the two stared at the stars in the sky and crossed the desert south again.

On the Aksu side, the morning sunrise time was not until half past eight, so the two of them did not drive fast in the desert at first, but turned from provincial road 207 to national road 217, and slowly drove forward at a speed of 90 km/h along road 217.

While driving on the highway, the two of them also stopped to enjoy the magnificent view of the desert sunrise. The moment the red sun emerges, it instantly dyes all the golden sand dunes into a golden red in the eyes, as if it is a golden red ocean, which is extremely spectacular.

As soon as the sun came out and his vision improved, the grandmaster didn't say a word, and with a dozen steering wheels, he rushed directly off the road and began to move at high speed in the desert.

From Aksu to Hotan, a distance of about 550 kilometers, Highway 217 can connect the two cities.

To the west of Route 217 is the Hotan River. It's just that this river, which runs through the desert, only has water during the year when it is wet, and at other times, the river reaches as far as Hotan, upstream.

It's the dry season, and there's only one dry river.

The two men were walking along Route 217 along the way, and the drivers of many vehicles they met on the way opened their windows to wave to the two men. The annual rally cars that drive through this section are also a great sight to behold on this stretch of the road.

Sometimes, when the cars are concentrated, dozens or even hundreds of cars march side by side in the desert on both sides of Route 217, like a herd of bison migrating on the African savannah, and the dust raised by these cars can be seen from dozens of kilometers away, which is very spectacular.

It's just that today these drivers can only see a speeding car, and it is estimated that they will have to wait a few days to see the spectacular sight of hundreds of cars going hand in hand.

The 550-kilometer race took the Grandmaster four hours by car, and arrived in Hotan at about half past ten in the morning.

After signing in at the check-in point in Hotan, the two of them did not stop at all, but continued to march westward, towards Kashgar, which was 500 kilometers away, and then crossed the Pamir Plateau from Kashgar and marched towards the western capital.