The driver, Lao Gu, refused the fat man's offer to help drive, sat in the driver's seat with a bitter face, and started the car on the road. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info without the front glass, the cold wind of the Gobi wind blows on people, biting cold, not out of 5 minutes, we feel like falling into the ice cellar, stiff hands and feet.

Han Lisha's long hair flew and she didn't say a word, and I didn't talk to the fat man. My lips are frozen to bruise, and I feel that my face is shaking frequently by the wind, where is the strength to speak?

Lao Gu is really durable, he was a little cowardly when he was hit by a stone last night, and he probably felt ashamed, but he didn't even let out a fart at this time, and slammed on the accelerator fiercely. We shrank back, and from time to time we could hear the roar of the engine and the grinding of his teeth, and we didn't know if it was because we were freezing our teeth, or if we were making a mistake?

The air conditioning in the car can still be used, and the heating is turned on to the maximum, but it is not of much use except for a slight trace of heat in the lower body. The car drove until noon, Lao Gu finally couldn't stand it anymore, his arms were stiff, the direction of the car was unstable, and he rushed straight into the Gobi on the side of the road, the wheels were stuck in the rocks, and he almost overturned.

The fat man and I barely climbed out of the car, moved our bodies, and dragged the guy out of the driver's seat. Nima, Lao Gu maintained the posture of stretching his hands forward, and his whole body was hard, not much better than a dead man.

We were busy rubbing his whole body to invigorate the blood, and if this guy couldn't recover, his arm might die, and amputation would be a trivial matter.

Everyone got out of the car with blank faces and kept stomping their feet to move their bodies. Han Lisha, whose hair was blown into a chicken nest, saw it in her eyes and ordered to collect firewood to make a fire and rest on the spot.

Two Gurkha soldiers chopped a lot of poplars with their Nepalese scimitars, lit a fire, and everyone gathered together to keep warm. The cauldron of cooking noodles was also set on the fire, and when it was almost burned, everyone finally eased up a little bit after a mouthful of hot soup.

Han Lisha muttered to the white old man who had no sense of existence for a while, and the two of them seemed to disagree, arguing a few words, and finally Han Lisha was defeated and sat back beside me indignantly.

I looked at the old man, who was sitting in the car in good condition, not as embarrassed as we were. I asked her, "What is the origin of this old man?" ”

Han Lisha pursed her lips and said, "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, you won't pretend to be deaf and dumb?" No one is dumb when you don't speak. ”

Damn, is this a gunpowder or something? It is estimated that although this old man is not responsible for commanding, he can control the situation, and his words carry a lot of weight, and it seems that he is a ruthless character who supervises this operation.

The fat man said: "I looked at the map when I came, and when I entered the Naren Gol Gorge, I had to pass through the Utu Meiren and then reach Buruntai. From here, there are about 50 kilometers to Utumei, and another 80 kilometers to Buluntai. More than 130 kilometers of road, driving this kind of car will freeze to death, is it to go to Utu Beauty today to rest? ”

Han Lisha nodded and said, "Let's not go to Bluntai, let's change transportation in Utu Beauty." We contacted the guide there and he prepared the horses and camels to go into the canyon. From there, they rode cattle into the Gobi, went west of Buruntai into the gorge, and then traveled all the way upstream, planning to stay in it for a week, maybe longer. This evening, we will rest in Utumei and leave early tomorrow morning. ”

Han Lisha was rarely ready to enter the town, and did not insist on camping in the wild again, probably because she was also afraid of the accident of being a wild wolf and a storm for the past two nights. When the fat man heard that he had gone to Utu Beauty, 50 kilometers away, and that there was a guide and arrangement, he was overjoyed, as if there was really some beauty waiting there in that place.

The thought of being able to sleep in the house and take a hot shower by the way made us feel energized, and we were not so scared to get into the car without the windshield.

Sitting horizontally and vertically is also blowing the wind, and the fat man took the initiative to replace Lao Gu, who was still fighting with his teeth. The one put on all the clothes that could fit in his luggage and wrapped his head all over it, revealing only one pair of eyes. I don't know where he got a pair of snow goggles and put them on his face, the wide glasses can also have the effect of preventing the wind, so that he can't open his eyes.

Hurry up and hurry, before dusk, the convoy arrived at the location of the market town of Utu Meiren Township. Utu Meiren belongs to Golmud City, with a nice name, but it is actually a place where wild cats don't. The township has a population of only more than 1,500 people, and the land is vast and sparsely populated. Fortunately, there are some fixed buildings in the town, and the people here are relatively simple, and the children curiously follow the four dilapidated cars, shouting and pointing at the foreigners.

Finding the guide who had been contacted in advance, under his leadership, we came to an auditorium similar to that used for village committee meetings, with Chairman Mao's quotations in it, and everyone settled down.

The guide was a Mongolian, gray-bearded, 60-year-old who claimed to be the village chief. Han Lisha talked to him in Mongolian, and the old man looked respectful. It seems that I underestimated the descendant of this golden family, she is quite influential in the local area.

Han Lisha was scheming, she should have worked hard here a long time ago, and the preparations were not inadequate.

After eating tsampa and drinking hot mare's milk tea, the tiredness of the past few days was swept away, and everyone was refreshed. Before it was dark, everyone walked around and moved their bodies.

Han Lisha chatted with the village chief, I knew that she was inquiring about the situation, and went over with the fat man intentionally or unintentionally, wanting to know a little about the situation in Devil's Valley. How do you know that the two people have been talking in Mongolian, and we are confused and foggy.

Fortunately, Han Lisha took the initiative to introduce to us, saying that the village chief had been a guide for a scientific expedition team in the 80s, and had entered the Nalengrad Gorge. He also said that it was his son who took us to the gate of hell tomorrow, but he was only responsible for sending us to the mouth of the valley and did not follow him in. Finally, he reminds us that his son had led several foreign expeditions to the canyon, and that all of them had offended the mountain gods, and that the gods had sent down heavenly punishments, and that none of them had come out alive, and advised us not to go in lightly, lest we lose our lives in vain.

Of course, Han Lisha was not frightened by a few words, and sent the village chief away, and the woman said to me, "Du Feng, do you believe the god he said?" ”

I said, "I have never seen the gods, but the power of heaven and earth is unfathomable, and I am not more worried than the gods." ”

Han Lisha was silent for a while and said, "I believe that heaven and earth have spirits. ”