Whew~~Whew~~

The terrible wind roared wantonly, both in the sky and on the ground, it was its paradise. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This is the junction of China and Mongolia, and the yellow sand is long on weekdays, and it is impossible to distinguish the southeast and northwest at a glance.

There was also a beautiful name here, called Ugis Guleng, which means beautiful grassland in Chinese. It's just that that's what it was called when it was in its glory.

Just as everyone has glory and loneliness, this land under our feet is now habitually called 'Wuhule' by the locals, which means 'imminent death' in Chinese, and in layman's terms, this is a land where living people will face death after stepping in.

I don't know when I can't find any trace of this place on the map.

It connects the endless yellow sand and the uninhabited Gobi Desert, the desolate Gobi to the north, the desert to the south, and the whole area has been given a general name by later generations - the Gobi Desert.

The uninhabited Gobi is also known as the Mongolian Gobi; The boundless desert is also known as Badain Jarin!

The picture scroll of time rolls forward for a hundred years or even a thousand years, here the green grass is even the sky, the cattle and sheep are flocked, the lakes are everywhere, a good grassland where the grass grows and the warbler flies, finally can not withstand the yellow sand of the years, the yellow dust flies and covers all the glory and beauty, leaving another legend in the desert.

Whew~~

The wind was stronger, and the endless yellow sand flew with the wind, and in an instant, several wind pillars like tornadoes were formed, rolling up tons and tons of yellow sand and rushing into the high-altitude clouds, and then turning into a rain of sand and rain not far away.

The wind in the winter moon has come, and the snow, will it be far away?

At the end of the distant horizon, a small black dot was struggling to move through the storm little by little, moving slowly from north to south.

Facing the ravages of the wind, breaking into one miniature salon roll after another that has not yet taken shape, never changing direction, never hesitating, south, south!

The curly and messy hair moved with the wind, and soon it was coated with a sandy yellow color. Dark red blood almost covered his forehead and cheeks, and it was hard to imagine what kind of torture he had suffered.

The dry lips were already covered with a layer of fine sand, and even the tongue coating in the mouth was gone****** pale face was bloodless, and it was rendered by the yellow sand as if coated with a layer of gold dust.

His eyes were half-open, and although he couldn't see any sparkle in his gloomy eyes, he could feel a strong will to survive from them!

Perhaps, it is more appropriate not to call it a will, but a belief.

There was a thin piece of fabric with holes all over his body, and brown blood had left marks on it.

A small half of the front and back of the chest and back were exposed, revealing many hideous scars under the fabric.

Many of the scars had not long been scabbed, and as he walked, they cracked a little, and the red blood immediately rushed up.

The drooping right arm swayed with the body and the wind, and there was no longer half of the strength, and the tattered sleeves were covered with dried blood.

The sleeve of his empty left arm was only a short section, and it danced with the wind.

The trousers on the legs have long been indistinguishable from the original color, as if they were fished out of a large dye vat, colorful and colorful, like a camouflage with a changed color.

How much of a warm weather can such clothes and pants play a role in keeping out the cold?

A disgusting smell permeated the body, conveying far away in the cold wind, and even the yellow sand seemed to be disgusted and unwilling to approach.

The wind was still raging, and the cold wind hit his chest, unable to stop him.

The stiff wind and sand pierced into his skin, into his mouth and nose, and could not let him stay for half a minute.

Looking ahead, deep in memory, at the end of the desert where there is no distance in sight, there is an ancient kingdom that is also the end of his progress.

。。。。

The shaking body seemed to fall in the next second, but no matter the wind or sand, whether it was high temperature or severe cold, it failed to knock down his tired body along the way.

He knew very well that to fall was to die.

He can't fall.

He can live now, he can experience the baptism of wind and dust here, he can feel the sun and breathe the air, which his brother bought with his life!

He can't fall!

The secret on his body has not been able to be brought back to the country, and this secret is a hundred times more important than his own life!

The moment he took the oath under the red flag, when he put on the green uniform, he understood that he had no reason or excuse to choose to give up.

Everything is for the sake of the family and the nation!

How can we forget the mission of being a Chinese soldier!

How can you forget, the unyielding arrogance of the Chinese eagle!

Die, you must die on the land of Huaxia and bring back the secrets!!

His dry throat had long since lost his voice, and the whistling wind and sand tried to drown his figure.

Maybe the next moment, he will fall into the wind and sand, and in a few moments he will be buried by the yellow sand, and he will not even leave a raised sandbag, and become a poor life swallowed by the endless yellow sand.

The power of nature is endless, and when manpower is finally exhausted, how can manpower compete with heaven?

Bang~

Thundered~~

In the distant sky, a few muffled thunders sounded, and the last moment it was far away in the sky, and it was overhead in the blink of an eye.

Even the heavens seem to be enraged by the tenacious figure on this desert, there is a saying: Hades let you die in the third watch, who dares to keep you until the fifth watch?

After a few thunderstorms, the sky quickly became gloomy.

The Gobi Desert in Layue is called the land of death by the local herdsmen, and no one will come here to die at this time.

The weather is changing, although the wind is blowing just now, there is also a bit of sunshine, just in less than a quarter of an hour, it is already dark clouds, a black cloud overwhelms the city and wants to destroy it.

Occasionally, a few bolts of lightning pass through the clouds, illuminating the gloomy earth, but they only give people a more terrifying feeling.

However, none of this has anything to do with him - his perception of the outside world is almost closed, and he insists on a belief in survival.

Not surprisingly, heavy snow fell in the dense clouds, and flakes of snowflakes drifted in the vast Gobi Desert with the cold wind.

Soon, it became a world of snow.

There is also a staggering snowman who is gradually blending into this world of wind and snow.

Bell ~ bell ~ bell ~~

Suzu ~~~ Suzu ~~~ Suzu ~~~

。。。

There was a heavenly sound in my ears, and the sound of bells spread in all directions with the sound of the wind.

"Are you home?"

The thought ran through his mind irrepressibly.

In the blurred vision, a team of camels in green uniforms appeared...

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"Captain, look there, it looks like a person?!"

A veteran border guard in Inner Mongolia, China, pointed to a black spot in the distance. (To be continued.) )