A fat man who complained that his butt was hurt by a camel and why he didn't drive and wanted to ride an animal to walk, spat at the stars and sprayed me on the back of the head along the way. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

I couldn't help it and said, "Fatty, don't you think the car has no glass and freezes to death?" Don't be so long-winded, there is no man's land in front, and the car can't be refueled? If you run out of gas, you're a dead thing. Forget it, it's better to bask in the sun for a while than to freeze into a popsicle. ”

After walking for a long time, the sun rose higher and higher, there was no shelter on the Gobi, the ultraviolet rays were strong and abnormal, although the sun was not hot, but it was very uncomfortable to tan on the bare skin.

Grandma drops, just said that the sun is good, it turns out that it is not much better than being a popsicle. At this time, I miss the gray weather that seemed to be snowing yesterday, but how can the climate change because of personal will? can only endure the hardship.

When the camel first got on it, it felt good, and it was much smoother and more comfortable than riding a horse. After a long time, the problem came out, not to mention the stinky coaxing all the way, there was not even a kick under the feet, and when I moved my body, it was like falling off. Occasionally, when the camel's butt shrugged, the fat man behind me would hug me nervously. Damn, the two big men hugged each other, that taste, tsk.

Half a day, but after walking more than ten kilometers, the surrounding scenery is basically the same, there are some sparse sand artemisia on the ground, in addition to desolation or desolation, I feel a little visual fatigue.

In the middle of my grogginess, I suddenly felt that something was staring at me in some uncertain place. It was a strange feeling, as if I had a clear sense that someone was aiming me with a long-range sniper scope, and that the danger of being hit by a bullet would come at any moment. This instinct of being locked in made my hairs stand on end.

When I turned my head and looked around, the wilderness was still there, and there was no living thing to see.

The fat man said, "Madman, what are you doing?" Sweating so much? ”

The feeling of being stared at suddenly disappeared, and my whole body was loose, as if I had collapsed. Sweat, I don't know if it's a cold sweat from the sun or scared out, I feel that the clothes behind me are cold and swishing, and I actually sweat wet.

I said, "Fatty, do you think there's someone around us spying on us?" ”

The fat man smiled "hehe" and said, "What's there to peep at?" We're not doing it. ”

Damn, isn't this guy disgusting? Can you say all this kind of thing?

"Oh, by the way, no one has looked at us except for the girl surnamed Han who looked back at you a few times. Crazy, I think that girl is a little interesting to you, if you don't accept it, be an outer room to relieve boredom, anyway, Sima Qinglian doesn't know. Well, even if you know, I guess you won't mind. ”

I said, "What do you say, boy?" Who told you to say this? I mean, do you feel that something other than the person you're traveling with, like an animal, or something else is following us? ”

The fat man said, "What is it?" Talking about infiltrating, scaring me? I didn't feel anything. I said crazy, you are not a second dog, you don't have his natural ability to smell danger. Oh yes, do eagles in the sky count? ”

We all know the ability of the second dog, and what we are best at is early warning. This ability is born with him, and others really can't learn it. Tomb robbing is a technical job, and it doesn't have any special abilities, so it really can't be mixed up.

With the fat man's guidance, I looked up, and on the top of the snow-capped mountain in the distance, there were two black shadows hovering, which were goshawks flying with their wings outstretched. It's a few kilometers away from the eagle, and no matter how strong its eyesight is, it can't make me feel like it's actually oppressive.

Shaking his head, since the feeling is gone, there is no need to dwell on it anymore. Finally, I heard Han Lisha in front of me calling for rest. The fat man climbed down the camel with a rolling belt, lay on the ground and lamented: "Damn, at this speed, it can't be much faster than a turtle crawling, when will it be a head?" ”

The fat man and I were given a canned piece of meat and two packets of compressed biscuits, which was considered lunch for the two of us. From now on, all food supplies will be distributed uniformly, except for water, and firearms and equipment will be distributed to individuals to reduce the burden on the scattered animals. The fat man got an MP7, and the baby couldn't do it, and I couldn't wait to hold this thing in my arms when I ate, but I only got a military spur and an MK2 grenade.

These things are Han Lisha's own share, since she promised the fat man to equip him, she didn't break her promise, and scattered these things to us, but she only left a pistol. Compared with the sophisticated equipment of those mercenaries, we don't know how many discounts we have on this little in our hands, but in case of danger, we don't need to rush ahead to fight, these weapons, used to save lives, are enough.

After resting for half an hour, we moved on. At Han Lisha's urging, everyone sped up. The topography of the wasteland gradually changed, with occasional dry river valleys and swamps, and rivers appearing nearby.

Suddenly, in the wilderness with sparse sand wormwood in front of us, a group of black-pressed animals appeared, and they ran extremely fast, and were frightened by our team, and fanned out. It was the only living thing we had encountered along the way, and the goblins were a little excited, shouting loudly, and the two guys on horseback drove the horses after them.

The camel could not run fast, and the fat man stared enviously at the white man on horseback and dressed as a cowboy, and said, "Crazy, this is a wild horse, right?" Let's grab one and see if we can get a sweaty BMW out. ”

I shook it and almost fell off my camel, and said, "Fatty, you also studied biology, are wild horses so small?" This thing is not much bigger than the Tibetan antelope, and there is no long hair on the tail. ”

In the sound of "boom", the running wild donkeys suddenly changed formation, and the wild donkeys scattered on the left fled in all directions, making way for a passage, and the sound of mechanical engines suddenly reached my ears.

We followed the sound and looked back, only to see an off-road motorcycle rushing towards us. The bike crossed a hill and flew high in the air, the rider of the car controlled the direction, the car roared and hit the ground fiercely, and in the blink of an eye it rushed behind our team.

I looked at the motorcycle rider wearing a helmet and said, "Fatty, this is the real sweat and blood horse, whether it is a red rabbit or a jade lion in the night, they are all gods and horses." ”

The mercenaries' guns were all in their hands, and several white men were already pointing their guns at motorcyclists trying to approach, their faces unkind. After entering the no-man's land, the team openly held guns, bared their fangs, and could be said to be unscrupulous and entered a state of combat readiness. The motorcyclist approached at such a time, the purpose was unknown, and it was easy for the gun to go wrong.