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Walking up the sand-staired staircase to the next level of the sentry tower, several men hurriedly took canvases, some metal supports for tents, and scattered stones and clods to seal the staircase leading to the roof.

This is done not only to prevent the sand from falling and burying them alive, but also to prevent the difference in air pressure between the inside and outside caused by the sandstorm from sucking them out, or the air being pumped clean and suffocating them.

Listening to the frantic howl of the wind and the heavy crash of the sand outside, Ebony stood silently on the edge of the highest canvas protective layer to prevent too much sand from accumulating on it, eventually overpowering it.

The rest of the team gathered around an turned on flashlight and drank water in small sips to replenish the water they had lost from running at a rapid pace.

Hu Fei first finished wiping the knife he was carrying, and then began to take care of the firearm he was wearing. Wu Sheng was the same, after stopping to repair, he began to take care of the weapons on his body.

Associate Professor Hao Ren, Han Yi and Zhao Ding also began to maintain some small instruments they carried with them after resting, although they would routinely check once a day before going to sleep to ensure that there was no problem, but now they are besieged here by sandstorms, in order not to waste their time, so they did today's work in advance.

Sun Dawu was nervous, fearful and stimulated, his nerves relaxed suddenly, and the whole person softened, lying directly in the sleeping bag and dozing off.

The two girls, Li Xiaoice and Gao Jia, checked the information they carried with them again, revised them again, and recorded the latest information along the way.

As for the core of the archaeological team, Old Man Han Duwei, after he rested for a while while while while gasping, he couldn't suppress his curiosity, carefully turned on a new flashlight, and looked around.

Old man Han Duwei is not a fool, so he didn't move around in a dead way, and then accidentally let some important stones roll down, and then caused terrible results, not only causing this ancient and important cultural relic to collapse, but also causing other people to be buried together.

In order not to turn all his research into useless loess, the old man Han Duwei patiently waited for the sandstorm outside to pass, and now, as long as he feasted his eyes.

The sandstorm continued outside, and only the howl of the wind that seemed to thunder could be heard, and the whispering and muffled blows on the canvas.

In the end, as more and more sand was piled on the canvas, the sound outside became quieter and quieter, as if the wind crying of heaven and earth was inaudible, and the sound of sand falling on the head was inaudible, and all that could be heard was Sun Dawu's snoring, and the sound of others when they were busy.

The sound of Li Xiaoice and Gao Jia's flipping books, as well as the occasional crisp collision of the fingernails of the flashlight and the plastic shell of the flashlight.

Han Yi, Zhao Ding, and Associate Professor Hao Ren didn't make any sound when they were busy, but the electronic sound and prompt sound emitted by the instrument from time to time also made this ruin a little more modern.

The old man Han Duwei was also bored and lacked energy because of the suppression of his strong curiosity and desire to explore, and slowly fell asleep.

At this time, Wu Sheng quietly walked to the side of the ebony that reached out and pressed on the protective layer of the canvas on the top, and asked in a low voice, "How is the situation outside?" ”

At this time, Ebony was preoccupied with using the lack of acquaintance to strengthen his touch, reducing the sharpness of his other four senses, so as to perceive the outside world with the help of the vibrations from the canvas.

However, even though his sensory ability decreased, Wu Muhe still sensed Wu Sheng's actions and heard his question, in fact, in the extremely silent ruins sentry tower, everyone heard Wu Sheng's inquiry in a voice that was still not small in a lowered voice.

Except for Sun Dawu and Han Duwei, who were asleep, everyone stopped what they were doing and turned their eyes to Ebony Muhe, whose eyes were full of expectation, inquiry, and fear.

Ebony glanced at Wu Sheng, shook his head, and said, "The sandstorm hasn't stopped so quickly, I'm just checking whether this canvas will be crushed by the heavy sand dunes above." ”

"This layer of protection shouldn't be so fragile," Wu Sheng said and reached out and poked the canvas beside Ebony He, and then was surprised to find that his fingers encountered great resistance after poking the canvas, as if they had poked a solid brick wall, "Oh, so strong?" ”

"That's because there's too much sand on it, and when you press it, it feels hard." Ebony explained.

"So how do we get out later?" Hu Fei put away the knife and pistol after maintenance, and asked questions.

"Although the sentry tower is small, it is also designed to be sandstorm-proof, and as long as you hide in the room, you can use the structure of the staircase and gravity to transfer the sand from the upper level to the lower level, and then separate it out." As he spoke, Ebony looked at the pile of rubble that had completely collapsed on the side, and most of the stones that had supported the canvas were picked up from there.

"Generally, there are special ventilation ducts inside the room, so just hide in the room and wait until the sand outside clears, but ......"

"But we don't have a room right now." Hu Fei also glanced at the rocks and clods over there, showed a wry smile, and picked up Ebony Muhe's pause.

"It's okay, when the time comes, I can open a way for you." Ebony waved his hand, then continued to hold the knife in one hand and press the canvas with the other, probing the outside environment with his touch.

"The air is still sufficient, the oxygen concentration has not dropped for so long, it seems that although the room has collapsed, the special ventilation duct of the sentry tower should not be scrapped, but it is likely that today's lunch can only be eaten here." Associate Professor Hao Ren shrugged, took one and swept around together, and then said.

"By the way, remember not to light a fire, because we don't know the rate and flow of air here, so we can't waste oxygen casually, and breathing is much higher than eating a hot meal." Hu Fei reminded.

Wu Sheng smiled, pulled up his backpack from the side, and said with a smile: "I knew that there would be a situation where you couldn't make a fire in the desert, so I brought a lot of ready-to-eat food and canned food." Even if it was a little extravagant, it would be enough for us to eat several lunches that didn't need to be hot. Of course, if you save a little, you can eat it for a longer time. ”

"Yes, well prepared, Angkor!" Han Yi finished sorting out the instruments, signed the record of no problems, and while wiping his glasses that were yellow covered by sand, he looked up, just in time to see Wu Sheng unzipping his backpack, revealing a pile of food, and suddenly the smile on his face brightened at a speed visible to the naked eye.