Murda: They rehydrate every twenty minutes. One sip at a time, this will not only reduce water consumption, but also keep the body in a state of not thirsty.

It was close to noon, and the three of them were all wearing sunscreen and shading, and the temperature in the desert had risen to more than 50 degrees.

Moda gave Liu An and Mo Dian, a pair of large shoe covers with wide soles to prevent the soles of their feet from being burned.

Due to the tight time on the road, Moda asked everyone not to stop and solve the problem of eating and drinking while walking.

He told Liu An not to eat too much at every meal in the desert, and to eat small and frequent meals.

Liu An really wanted to know how the people of the Central Plains knew how to travel through so many deserts, and even she, a general who had walked through the desert many times, sighed to herself.

I really don't know how many unknown things are still hidden in this man's mind, and I am both curious and appreciative.

After the afternoon, Meda suddenly felt a large amount of sand rushing from under his feet.

He looked up ahead, and it was still a clear sky, without any anomalies in the climate.

In fact, one of the big killers in the desert is boredom.

Murda: They monotonously climbed over one sand mountain after another.

As far as the eye could see, everything was golden, and there was no reference except the sun, so they could only move forward silently in order to save their strength and moisture.

The only thing you have in your heart is the belief that you will reach your destination.

If you don't have this motivation, I'm afraid you will be driven crazy by this endless desert.

Of course, getting lost is also a big killer in the desert, and taking the wrong road will definitely deplete everyone's physical strength.

Fortunately, Moda has a turtle grandson.

The little turtle really cruises 24 hours a day.

In the direction indicated on the tortoise shell, Murda and the others were able to make sure they kept heading west.

At each stage of the road, Moda would mark his approximate location on the topographic map of the Western Regions, hoping to mark the route he had taken.

Seeing that Liu An and Mo Dian were really bored, Moda began to name these camels.

Abduchi, Ali Xiang, Ahmahi, Muhamujue, Jabaf, Ajakonzhong, and Fromjemjeda put all their college classmates into camels, making up names and laughing as they could.

Sometimes he pointed to a camel and started talking to himself, as if he were talking to a classmate.

Liu An wondered if this Moda was hot and confused, and chatted with the camel like this.

Liu An shook his head, and also felt that he wanted to laugh in his heart, and Mo Da's laughter lit up Liu An's mood.

However, he only cared about the joy, and forgot to pay attention to the fine sand rushing under his feet, which was getting stronger and stronger.

"Murda, look!"

Mo Dian suddenly shouted.

Moda and Liu An suddenly looked up, only to find that the sky not far in front of them had turned black.

From time to time, lightning slashed down from the clouds, and strong winds swept the sand grains into huge sandstorms.

The weather in the desert of Murdachi Road is changing faster than one might expect.

Looking at the direction of the wind, this sandstorm and the following thunderstorm are just around the corner.

Murda hurriedly asked Murda to pull the camel and form a circle.

Himself and Yanagi dug up sand in the sand with scimitars.

When you dig into the wet sand, quickly set up your tent.

He hurriedly surrounded the sand walls on the southwest and north sides of the tent, and before the tent mouth could be sealed, the huge sandstorm had already rushed to the camel circle.

Meda and the others sat on the edge of the tent so that the wind would not tip it over.

But they underestimated the sandstorms of the Soul Eater Desert.

The sandstorms here are more than 3,000 meters high, and the strong winds can not only roll up the sand, but also move the entire huge sand mountain.

Murda's tent was instantly transformed into a boat in the rough sea, and the tent was pushed from the top of the sand hill to the foot of the sand hill like a surf, and then tossed onto the top of another sand mountain.

After repeating this repeatedly, Liu An actually felt seasick and spit out all the undigested dried milk.

This prairie girl had never been to the sea, how could she have thought of getting seasick in the desert.

Liu An only felt that the sky was spinning, and as soon as he let go of his hand, the tent under his body was immediately swept away by the violent sand.

Now they could no longer hold the tent, and even the tent was overturned.

Murda wanted to grab Liu An's hand, but the wind rolled up a water bag and smashed it heavily on Murda's head, causing him to lose consciousness immediately.

After an unknown amount of time, Moda slowly opened his eyes, touched his swollen head, and got up to take a closer look.

It's the place when you first entered the desert!

They walked for most of the day, and they were blown back by the Soul Eater Sandstorm.

Moda looked around and saw Mo Dian, half buried in the sand, and Liu An, who was unconscious.

The camels that were even together were also scraped down, forming a V-shaped in the sand.

It took Mo Da a long time to dig out Mo Dian, and woke up Liu An together.

It was already evening after the three of them finished tidying up.

Meda had no choice, it was too cold at night to travel, so he had to camp on the spot.

Murda was depressed, and the day's hard work was wiped out by a gust of wind.

It's as if this desert doesn't accept them, and doesn't even want to swallow them.

The three of them seemed to be something that the desert didn't like to eat, and they were vomited.

Murda looked at the map and thought, I can't go down this road anymore.

This sandstorm doesn't come every day, does it?

This time, they were fated to be killed, and they were not killed by the sandstorm.

But the map doesn't show the route, what should I do?

There is only one month, there is no route, is it possible to develop it yourself?

Meda thought for a moment, he didn't see any creatures along the way, and there should be some creatures alive in arid places.

Like gerbils, scorpions or something.

It seems that this soul-devouring land is really devoid of grass, and there is no piece left.

Mo Da thought that there were thousands of Hun cavalry who wanted to cross the Soul Eater Desert to go to the Yue Clan?

Even if they were all dead, the bodies were not blown back.

Explaining that this storm does not happen every day, Meda is determined to try again tomorrow.

The next day, the three of them followed the same route as yesterday to the west.

This time, Meda was careful, and from time to time he looked into the distance to see if there was such a sandstorm with a zero-clearing function.

In the afternoon, the sky changed suddenly, and the wind swept the sand and dust again!

Murda's heart was cold, no wonder Haba said that it was impossible for them to make it through the Soul Eater Desert.

Fortunately, this time the three of them were prepared, protecting their vital parts, and letting the raging sandstorm roll over their bodies.

Murda only felt that the world was spinning, and she fainted again.

When he woke up, Moda thought he would see the cow and sheep tent in the royal court, but he didn't expect that he didn't know the place where it was blown away.

The desert in front of you is no longer one sand dune after another, but a flat sandy land.

The sand is as smooth and delicate as the sand by the sea.

Murda looked around, and Mo Dian and Liu An were not far away, and the camel and the camel were still there.

This time, in order to avoid being swept away by the sandstorm like the last time, Moda specially prepared a long rope to connect the group with the camels.

So quickly found everything.

Mo Dian patted his buttocks, kept spitting sand out of his mouth, and scolded in his mouth, "This fucking frustration, what the hell weather." What the hell is this to be taken to again? Murda, you know that the way is fooling me. There is nothing good to eat in this desert, and my mouth is full of sand now. ”

After saying that, he strode towards a camel in the distance.

Unexpectedly, I didn't take a few steps, but suddenly my feet sank and I sank.

Mo Dian didn't care at first, and was about to pull out his legs, but the more he pulled out, the more he sank in.

After a while, Mo Dian was about to sink into his thighs.

Seeing this, Moda and Willow immediately understood that there was quicksand in this flat sandy area.

Murdachi said that quicksand is a mixture of sand and water.

And there is often water underneath this quicksand.

The rising groundwater reduces the friction between the sands, so the sand 'flows'.

He had studied in outdoor classes, and he must not move when he encounters quicksand.

Hurry up and shout at Mo Dian, "Mo Dian!" Don't move! Don't stagger! It's quicksand! ”

Mo Dian obviously didn't know what quicksand was, and thought that he could get out of it by himself with his own divine power.

I didn't want to just move a few times, the quicksand sank faster, and it didn't even go past Mo Dian's waist.

"You don't want to die! Don't move! No matter how much the gods move, they won't be able to save you! ”

At this point, Mo Dian was frightened and stopped all struggles.

"Mo Dian, the area you are in contact with the quicksand is too small. Don't worry too much, the general quicksand is not deep, and the density of the human body is less than the density of quicksand, so you won't sink back halfway. Don't worry, as long as we don't move, we can find a way to get out. Forget it, you don't understand this. Remember, don't move! ”

Murda spread a sheepskin on the flat ground in front of him, and then lay on the sheepskin and crawled forward.

As long as you expand the contact area with the quicksand, you can keep yourself from sinking.

When they reached the side of Mo Dian, Mo Da tied a rope around Mo Dian's waist, and the other end of the rope was tied to the camel caravan.

Mo Da commanded Mo Dian, first opened his hands, then lay on the sand, as much as possible to expand the contact area, and then let Mo Dian slowly pump his legs out.

Liu An slowly led the camel to gradually get rid of the quicksand, and Moda let Mo Dian crawl on the sheepskin like himself, and slowly crawled for ten minutes before the two stepped on the solid sand again.

When Mo Dian and Mo Da came out, they were panting heavily, which really startled them.

Murda got up and looked out over the vast, flat sand.

It seems that this place is full of quicksand, which looks similar on the surface, and God knows where there will be quicksand in the road.

What worries Moda even more is that he doesn't know where he is.

The turtle can discern directions, but it has no reference and can't walk around.

Now they can only go all the way west, hoping that the sandstorm just now has not blown them too far.

Murda suddenly felt an itch in his back, and he couldn't grasp it with his hands, as if something was crawling down his back and down his waist.

Murda thought that some poisonous insect wouldn't have gotten in while he was crawling.

Quickly fell to the ground, crushing the ground with his back, hoping to squeeze the thing to death.

Unexpectedly, this grinding, but a heart-piercing pain came from the back!