He doesn't know where he is, but he knows very well how bad the situation is, in this environment, if there are no goggles, I am afraid that he will not be able to hold on for a few minutes and completely lose his eyesight, once the sand enters the eyes, he may no longer be able to see the surrounding situation, at that time, let alone face the enemy that may appear at any time, he is afraid that he will not even be able to cope with this wind and sand, but it is not a way to wait here, and he can't go.

This is indeed not a good place to rest, but it is not so easy to find a new place, but he can't continue to stay here to fate, in less than ten minutes the sand here has been more than 30 centimeters high, and if he continues like this, even if he is not buried alive in this sheltered place, it will soon disappear, so he must move to a safer place as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, he took off his shirt and rewrapped his head, and then slowly groped forward along the riverbed, the flying sand particles hurt very much on his body, and he didn't have time to pay attention to it, he knew very well that the sand would only hurt a few times on his body, it was much better than being hit by those flying stones and breaking his head and bleeding, and he could still wear a helmet to deal with it before, but now there is only one piece of clothing on his head, and this thing can only block the sand at most, and being hit by a stone will inevitably break his head and bleed, if he is not forced to do so, He won't come out to move.

But the situation seemed to be worse than he expected, he walked forward for a long time, but the wind and sand were getting bigger and bigger, he could no longer stand firmly, he could only lie on the ground and crawl forward a little bit, the riverbed seemed to be getting shorter and shorter, and there were fewer and fewer places to block the wind, and then he found out what was going on, it turned out that the storm rolled up the sand and fell down little by little, and slowly raised the riverbed here, and as the terrain rose, the height of the riverbed was slowly decreasing, and there were fewer and fewer places to hide for me. Why has the entire riverbed remained for thousands of years, after all, sandstorms are a frequent occurrence in the desert, and why hasn't it been filled in?

But then he found out the problem from the wind, this section of the riverbed is higher, the wind speed slows down in it, and the sand that has been rolled up naturally all falls, and it seems that the whole river has been repeating the state of being filled in and being swept up by the wind and sand, but this process changes according to the constant change of wind direction and the direction of the river.

It seemed that it was impossible to find a better hiding place to go this way, so he had to turn around and go back, but this section of the river had been basically filled in, and he soon found that he could not find a reference to continue crawling back to the original place, and he finally found that his situation was not slowly getting worse, but that it was already a terrible mess, and it was likely that he would soon get lost in the storm and never find the riverbed again.

The rush of despair and loneliness drove him crazy, but he knew very well that anxiety was impossible to solve anything, and he forced himself to calm down, he had to gamble his life, and he continued to crawl forward in a hopeless and hopeless manner, he couldn't wait here to die.

Thinking of this, he rearranged the clothes he had wrapped around his head, and then continued to crawl in the direction he had come......

There was chaos all around, except that the raging storm made him feel alive, as if the whole world had disappeared, he tried to crawl forward, crawled forward without purpose, he didn't know if he chose the right direction, he didn't know how long he could hold on, let alone how long he could live, he couldn't see anything, he could only sense what was in front of him with his hands, but he couldn't touch anything but sand, he prayed in his heart, even if it was for him to meet a rock, As long as there is a place to hide from the wind and sand, he can live, and the heavy punch in the chaos no longer knows how long he has climbed, it seems like a few minutes and a few years, this endless darkness makes him lose the ability to judge time, and everything seems to be swallowed by the wind and sand.

Heavy punch simply covered his eyes with his clothes, he couldn't see anything anyway, keeping his eyes outside was just increasing the risk of being hurt, it was better to try to protect it, anyway, he climbed forward, and he didn't worry about bumping into something, and he didn't know how long it was, he seemed to have touched something, judging from the feel, it was a thing that was exposed on the sand, the texture was very strange, but soon he got it, it was a piece of cloth, he pulled it hard, and something was pulled out of the sand by him, and the next second he felt that it was a leg, But he didn't show how surprised, since he was buried under the sand, this can't be a living, even if he hasn't lost his breath, he can't be as good as himself, soon he touched a pair of desert combat boots, and then he tried to pull the person out of the sand, and soon he touched the person's face, half of his face was gone, judging from the degree of damage, it should have been hit by a flying stone, and the windproof goggles had been smashed, it seems that this person also braved the wind and sand to come out to move, As a result, I was unlucky to be hit on the head by a flying rock blown by a hurricane, and in this case, I was so seriously injured that I didn't get timely treatment, and I had to die.

The heavy punch quickly touched the man's rucksack, which made him ecstatic, whatever was in it was a good thing for him, after all, he had nothing on him now.

But he was disappointed that there were no spare windbreakers in the backpack, no night water gauge, no other weapons, only spare clothes and some food, first aid kits, ropes and some other common equipment, he did not continue to rummage, but put these things away and carried them on his back, and then groped to remove the smashed windshield from the man's head, and one of the lenses was not completely shattered, he buckled the broken windproof goggles that could be thrown away directly on his head, Then he made a slit in the clothes around his head to reveal an eye, the windproof goggles had been shattered, and they were covered with cracks, but they were not completely shattered, at least they could block the wind and sand, which was already quite good for him, and he could only see things within a range of about two meters in a trance, and a little farther away was a piece of chaos and chaos, and it was good to see a little, he searched again, and found a survival knife among the things on the person's body, two pistol magazines, and two M16 magazines, He didn't need any other than a knife, he took off the man's shoelaces, tied up the clothes on his head to prevent them from being blown away, and put the tactical gloves he took off again and put them on his hands, and then continued to crawl in a low position, and not far away, he touched a stone that exposed the sand, and after a little thought, he understood that this was a stone in the riverbed that had been buried by the wind and sand, and only the upper part was exposed, and it seemed that he was still moving near the riverbed, not that he had not found the riverbed, but that the riverbed was now under him, No matter how much he tossed, he couldn't find the original place.

He thought about it and had an idea, and immediately took out the rope and tied one end to his waist, and then dug up the rock where the sand put the other end on, and soon the part of the rope that fixed the rock was buried by the sand, the rope was about 30 meters long, he carried out a wide range of activities with this stone as the center, and it didn't take long for him to find another stone, so he groped around in this way little by little, although the speed was much slower, but at least it could ensure that he would not get lost away from the riverbed and go further, As time went by, he found a larger rock, and the riverbed was slowly revealed, it turned out that the direction of the riverbed here was completely different from before, and after the wind blew, it did not leave too much sand and gravel, but took away part of it, so there was still a part of the riverbed here exposed, and after tossing for a few hours, he finally found a place to shelter from the wind, but the height of the riverbed here is less than half a meter, at most it is a small hurdle, and it is not suitable for long-term avoidance, If the wind direction changes, it will soon be buried, so he just lay in it for a short rest, and after recovering his strength a little, he continued to climb forward along the edge of the riverbed, and slowly the height of the riverbed began to increase, and finally he climbed to a gap between the riverbed and the rocks that was at least two meters high before he stopped, so far, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief, he didn't know how far away his current position was from the place where he was captured before, but he finally found a place to hide from the stormIn a short period of time, I no longer have to worry that this little life will be buried in this wind at any time, although the physical exertion is very large, but it is finally not in vain.

There was no water in the captured backpack, only a few bags of individual combat rations, he just ate a little, to ensure that he would not be too hungry, after all, digesting food also consumes water, in the case of not being sure that he can find a drinkable water source, he does not plan to let himself lose too much water, no water in the desert is not a joke, he does not want to lose this little life because of paralysis and carelessness.

The more there is no water, the more thirsty I feel, after such a long time of tossing, the physical exertion is very great, and the body is quite tired, but these are far from being compared with the bad feeling of thirst, I remember the last time I drank water was in the car, and then I exchanged fire with the enemy all the way, the battle continued, and there was no time to drink water, although they brought plenty of drinking water, but after being captured, they were all taken away, and now he didn't have a mouthful, he shrank in that gap and endured it silently, and fell asleep groggy, I don't know how long it took for him to wake up with hunger and thirst again, the storm was still howling, he couldn't tell how long it had been, but the intense thirst made him unbearable, his head began to hurt, and his whole body was quite uncomfortable, he knew that he had begun to dehydrate, and it would not work if it continued like this, there must be a tough battle to be fought after the storm stopped, and after thinking about it for a while, he took out a bag of individual rations and took his own urine and drank it......

In fact, many people know that drinking urine in some extreme cases can indeed play a role in replenishing body water, and the benefits far outweigh the harm, but how many people can have such courage? But this is nothing for a heavy fist, it is just a necessary means of survival, he doesn't want to wait until he is dizzy from dehydration to do so, in this case he has to stay awake at all times, because he knows very well that his biggest enemy now is not this wind and sand, but the hard battle after this wind and sand, if he doesn't have a good physical strength at that time, how can he fight for a chance to live?

The temperature in the storm had dropped very low, and he put all the clothes in the captured backpack on his body, and then sat there looking at the wind and sand whistling outside, and there was no sand falling on his head and smashing on his body, he was very satisfied with his current situation, except for the lack of water, everything else was fine, there was a suitable shelter, enough food to cope with the end of the storm, this was enough in the face of such a cold natural disaster, but there must be a tough battle to fight after this storm, There are at least a dozen or more enemies in this riverbed scattered in different places, all of them are dormant like him, waiting for the light of day to continue the unfinished task before, the biggest problem for the heavy punch is the lack of weapons, the gun in his hand only has so many bullets, it is difficult to even protect himself, although some ammunition is exchanged from the entity, but it does not match the weapon in his hand at all, and it is completely useless.

Heavy punch thought of the two impostors, although one of them has been disabled by himself, but after all, he didn't catch them, those two people are the key to the problem, but they only have no intersection after a short confrontation with each other, in such an extreme weather environment, it is almost impossible to find them, but from the previous conversation, it is certain that they are just hired, and there is definitely some unknown person or organization behind them, who is this person? What was his purpose in doing this?

Heavy Punch felt like his mind was in turmoil, and suddenly he saw a flash of light outside, how could there be light in this situation? He touched the edge of the rock and looked out, but he couldn't see anything outside of the pitch black, but soon he heard a dull wheezing sound in the direction of the wind, and the distance was very close, he immediately shrank down and hid on the other side, and soon a figure appeared outside the crack, in the darkness he could only bend over and gasp for breath, and the state seemed to be quite bad, the man just swept and stayed and then got into the gap.

came to send equipment, and Chong Punch couldn't help but be happy in his heart, I don't know what this guy has brought, but now he just hopes that this guy has enough water to make himself full.

However, he also knows very well that it may not be easy to subdue this guy, although he wants to catch a live mouth and ask him what his origin is, but his state is not very good, and the most terrible thing is that only one side of this broken windshield can be used, and it is still full of spider web-like cracks, and his vision is seriously limited, so it is not so easy to subdue a person in this situation.

At this time, Heavy Punch found that the guy suddenly stood up with the gun, and immediately understood what was going on, and when he was hiding inside, he left the bag of individual rations, and the other party must have found out, and someone here stayed so he became alert.

I didn't have time to think about it so much, the heavy punch was behind the other party in a brisk step, the man instantly turned and retreated, but the muzzle of the gun was grabbed by the heavy punch before it could be completely turned, the bullet instantly swept out and hit the rock on the side, sparks splashed everywhere, ricochets flew everywhere in this small space, and the two people shrank their necks almost at the same time, they both knew how terrible this thing was.

When the other party saw that the barrel of the gun was caught, he immediately shook his fist headlessly, smashed it, and dodged it with a heavy fist sideways and hit the opponent's ribs directly with a top knee, followed by an elbow blow, and the opponent did not give it for nothing, and raised his head to dodge the backhand and punched again.

The heavy punch bent down to dodge while turning around and slammed a kick back into the opponent's face, this kick was quite strong, the guy was kicked up, his head hit the rock hard, and he passed out directly.

The heavy punch only half of the shattered goggles basically couldn't see anything clearly, so this series of movements was completely based on feeling, fortunately he did it, he immediately turned the gun he had just grabbed and aimed at the person lying on the ground, and now the person did not move before he went up and quickly tied him up.

Take a heavy fist and take a look at the windshield on the person's head, and can't help but smile bitterly, the goggles that kicked too hard just now were broken in half, and half of them were still usable, but it was much better than what they were using now, at least the remaining half was complete.

He seized a lot of things from this guy's body, at least an AK104, but a check found that there was only a spare magazine, plus only 51 bullets in the chamber, this ammunition made him straighten his teeth, but it was better than nothing, and when he searched his body, he found that this guy was actually very seriously injured, and the sternum on one side had collapsed, plus the knee injury just now was even more serious, and it didn't seem to last long, no wonder this guy's reaction just now was so slow, It turned out that the injury limited his movement, judging from this guy's skills, it shouldn't be bad, if it was in a normal state, he would definitely not be so easy to succeed.

In addition to the spear, a nine-millimeter pistol was also found, three spare magazines, and the weapon was generally replenished to a certain extent, although it was not sufficient, which could barely protect itself, but this guy didn't have much water on him, less than 1/4 was left in the kettle, and he just drank a small sip to moisten his throat, and he didn't know how long he would have to carry it, so he could save it.

The body armor is still intact and can be worn, and there is a set of night vision equipment, a one-step radio station, but it can't be used under the interference of the sandstorm, and a lot of other bits and pieces have been put away by him, and when he woke up the guy, he basically couldn't speak, and asked some questions, but the person had already entered an unconscious state, and there was no effective response at all......

(End of chapter)