And that's just on the edge of the sandstorm, and the real horror is yet to come.

The wind was so strong that the dust and gravel on the surface of the ground had been blown into the air, and even the ground was about to be torn off, and if it wasn't for the modified pickup, the turtledove wondered if he would have been swept into the sky by the cyclone like the other small animals.

To use a misapt analogy, the turtledoves are trapped inside a giant juicer, with invisible stirring sticks spinning rapidly, everything tumbling, flying, rubbing and disintegrating, with the finely minced meat mixed in the wind and sand being the best example.

The turtledove didn't want to die, and he didn't want to end up with this horrible death that couldn't even leave a corpse, so when the lightning and thunder above his head, the darkness in front of him, and the tremors under his feet, the turtledove tried his best to keep the last trace of calm, so as not to be driven into madness by the sandstorm like that small rodent.

Where else can I go?

Unable to distinguish the direction, the turtledove's spirit is suffering greatly, and the turtledove has already burrowed into the tip of the horns, like an ostrich that has buried its head in the sand in a sandstorm, as if he can survive the sandstorm if he finds a way to distinguish the direction, this paranoid thought gradually occupies all of the turtledove's thoughts.

Finding the right direction would only allow them to be relatively proactive, not enough to survive, but the turtledove's spirit was now showing signs of collapse, and he clung to this thing that was not a lifesaver, not noticing that he had stepped on the gas pedal and was facing this terrifying sandstorm in the most dangerous way.

……

"Hey! What are you doing! ”

In the back seat of the cab, Schultz originally wanted to check the situation in the rear compartment, where the worm and Natalia seemed to be in big trouble, but as soon as Schultz was about to explain something to the turtledove, he noticed that the turtledove's condition was somewhat abnormal.

Turtledove didn't pay attention to Schultz, who leaned in from behind, his arms tightly gripped the steering wheel in front of him, his eyes staring blankly ahead, his muscles stiffened with tension, no matter how much Schultz pushed him, he didn't react.

Still too young, Turtledove had never been as close to a sandstorm as he had before, and at first he could barely control his thoughts, but later, Turtledove's brain was filled with the fear of death, in short, Turtledove's head was stuck.

Schultz was much calmer, he had experienced more than the turtledove, and although he was a little flustered in this situation, it had not yet reached the level of such an exaggeration as the turtledove.

"Smack! Syllable! ”

At the moment of life and death, Schultz did not have time to do any more psychological counseling for the turtledove, he knew that there was no reason for people in this state to tell him, and the easiest and most direct way to make the turtledove wake up from the state of losing his soul was to give him two big mouths.

Schultz didn't care too much at this time, and directly threw the two slaps on the turtledove's face, and when the two slaps were finished, Schultz didn't feel anything else, and felt a little pain in his palm.

"Why is this kid so thick-skinned," Schultz muttered to himself, holding his red and swollen right hand, and then opened his throat and shouted at the turtledove, "Open your eyes and see!" Now is the time for you to be stunned here! ”

I don't know if Schultz's two slaps worked, or if his words shouted into the turtledove's heart, anyway, the turtledove's eyelids moved, and then looked at Schultz blankly.

"Look what I'm doing!" Schultz wanted to give the turtledove two more slaps to make the turtledove wake up, but his hands were raised, and when he thought that the turtledove's face was not ordinarily thick, he finally put it down and pointed ahead, "You show me the road ahead!" Don't overturn the car! ”

Now everyone's hope is this modified pickup, it is the key to whether the four people in the car can survive this sandstorm, if the pickup overturns, the four of them will not be able to break through the sandstorm with only a pair of feet.

So Schultz told Turtledove not to care about the direction first, the most important thing is to drive the car steadily, he has to go to the back to see what is going on in the back compartment.

"Keep driving!"

Schultz patted the steering wheel in front of the turtledove heavily before leaving, and the turtledove, who had recovered a little bit of energy, nodded, seeing this scene, Schultz did not delay any longer, pushed open the door on the side of the passenger and climbed outside.

……

Although this is not the first time he has been in a sandstorm, Schultz feels like he will never get used to it.

There was no difference between heaven and earth, and only the "sand waves" blown by the wind were left in the eyes, just like the waves in the sea, constantly washing everything in their passes, painting them with a dull yellow.

His body was exposed to the wind for only a second, and Schulz's clothes were already covered with grains of sand, and the wind blew the corners of his clothes rattling, and the fine sand wrapped in the wind blew Schultz completely unable to open his eyes.

With an unknown amount of sand poured into his nose and ears, Schultz had to stick his body just to one side of the pickup truck to lighten the force of the wind and sand a little.

Schultz is not a bug, his size cannot climb directly into the rear compartment from the small window of the cab, and since the sandstorm came, everything in the rear compartment has been thrown out of order, the materials that were neatly stacked are falling in all directions, the small window is blocked by the fallen materials, and Schultz does not know what the current situation in the rear compartment is.

However, he could faintly hear the voices of Bug and Natalia, but the wind was too loud to hear what they were saying, so Schultz had to climb the car to see what was going on.

The wind blew on Schultz's body, like an invisible hand, trying to tear off Schultz, who was clinging to the body, and throw it into a cyclone that could grind everything up, lightning one after another, rumbling thunder kept ringing, it seemed to have become a purgatory on earth, and the wind was the devil dancing in purgatory.

……

The turtledove was slapped twice by Schultz and roared a few times, although it was no longer like a log without any reaction, but it was not fully sober, but fortunately, before Schultz left, he kept repeating to the turtledove that he wanted to drive the car steadily, not to let the wind blow over, and the turtledove with no master of the six gods now has such a thought left.

"Don't flip, don't flip, don't flip......"

As if suffering from hysteria, the turtledove repeated these five words over and over again, and his voice became smaller and smaller, but his eyes became redder and redder, like a rabbit that had been forced to look at it in a hurry.

In the boundless ocean of wind and sand, the modified pickup truck driven by the turtledove was a lonely boat that could be swallowed up by a huge wave at any moment, and so on, and there seemed to be something behind them.