(PS: Although I've watched Bei Ye's show, I really can't write the scene of drinking the water in my body, but this is the only chapter that can show the harshness of the Black Gobi, and I can't miss it, because when I enter here, it's the King's Landing of the Great Army.) ）

The cat crouched quietly on top of me, staring at me with a pair of black and white eyes, and at that moment it was as if something had penetrated my eyes, and I closed my eyes suddenly.

"Meow." Suddenly, the cat meowed, and made a sound that was different from that of a normal cat, almost like the cry of a hoarse rooster.

But soon the cat jumped off me. As I walked into the darkness with the sound of tapping, a bright light suddenly entered my field of vision. "Are you alright?"

"Fatty?" I was startled and then angry: "You left me and ran for your life?" ”

"I'm going to run for my life, am I still here?" The fat man said lightly: "It's dawn, let's go out with this cat, can we move?" ”

I nodded and got up from the ground, and followed the light of the fat man's flashlight to see that the cat had walked not far away, and not far away was a sacrificial platform, on which were placed some bowls, chopsticks and basins, and there was a lotus tray on the top, and there was a small gap in the rock block in a low area above the tray, and the cat got out of the middle as soon as it slipped through the smoke.

"Isn't there a way out of the outside?" I asked the fat man.

"It should be!" After a night of exercise, the fat man's stomach has already grown, but I am better than him, and I am eating hard.

I climbed onto the sacrificial table and stood on it to peel open the stones around the crack, and soon a reddish light shone in the darkness. After a few minutes, we finally opened a small hole in the ground and drilled out.

It was still the first time I had seen the sun rise over the Gobi Desert and a faint mist in the sky. The diffuse sunlight creates a fantastical and beautiful light effect, with gold, blue, and black intertwined in the field without any scenery, except for a few poplar trees.

"This is the Black Gobi, and we're not far from the Red Rock Mountain." The fat man sighed and touched his stomach again, "Can we get out?" ”

The first time I was asked such a thing by a fat man, I was also a little cowardly, because fat people were my spiritual pillar before, and I could only answer ambiguously: "Maybe!" "Staggering a few steps, we're officially out of this tomb. But we will face the desolation and silence of the Black Gobi, where nature has shown us a magnificent and mysterious picture. There is only black in the painting, and the primary element of the Black Gobi is color, and the vast Gobi Desert is composed of black gravel for hundreds of square kilometers, and walking through it is like entering a huge open-pit coal mine.

The fat man said, "The Black Gobi has a dry climate, windy sand, and harsh living conditions, and it used to be the best place for special forces to survive in the wild. If we're lucky, we might be able to find traces of the troops. ”

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"On the mountain, right?" The fat man gestured into the distance, "Let's go down that hill and look at the surroundings." ”

"Why don't you go south? Is that a camp? ”

"I'm going to starve to death, can I walk for so long?" The fat man wailed, "And it's still morning, we have to get out of here as soon as possible." Because if we hike like this, no one can stand the scorching midday sun, and then you will be completely sunburned. ”

"What then? Damn, it's good that you don't say it, but when you say that, I want to wait for death. "I looked up at the rising sun in the sky, and I always felt like a machine gun, and when it was completely high, it would kill me.

In this way, I squirmed in the footsteps of the fat man in the next door. At just over one o'clock in the morning, the sun had fully exerted its power, we took off our coats and put them on our heads, because we may be blinded by such ultraviolet rays for a long time, and after walking a distance, I saw a green hill in the distance, and the sky was endless for days.

"Green? It's a mountain! Fatso! Will there be trees? We are saved. ”

But the fat man did not speak.

"Fatty? Fatso? ”

"Don't talk, but you're thirsty." The fat man's hoarse voice came. Last night, after all, I was sitting at the well and drinking so much ghee with Mingiger. But the fat man was not so lucky.

At this time, I also lowered my head and walked silently, without a sound. The Gobi greeted us with a dead silence, despair, despair like never before, for I finally knew why the fat man was silent, and it was not until I got closer that I realized that these hills were not green, but mountains of black gravel that glowed faintly in the sun. If despair in the dark is inevitable. But whether it's on the ground or in the daytime, your eyes can see, you can see everything, you can see everything when hope turns to despair.

It turned out that this was the legendary "Black Gobi", I sighed silently in my heart. Located in the northwest of Inner Mongolia, the Black Gobi is the source of aeolian sand that forms the Badain Jaran Desert. As a result of wind erosion, the low, broken hills of the Gobi Desert are covered in black gravel, creating a unique and rare natural wonder.

"Don't think about it, the only thing that can support us is ourselves, the Black Gobi is a vast and mysterious no-man's land, with a harsh climate and inaccessible people. Don't think anyone will save us. "The fat man's belief and deep change in the three-hour journey, from the little bit that I believed that I would be saved to the present who will not believe, I know that the climate and topography of this place and the torture of him are not what they are, and he is still a central role in me and his team, the pressure is too great.

In the vast Gobi Desert, the sky is high and the earth is far away, and the lonely pedestrians seem so small and helpless. In the empty world of Nuoda, we are like a little beetle staggering forward. In the face of the endless Gobi Desert, we have no knowledge or concept of the next road, and when people are lonely and small, they will feel uneasy and fearful. Many people want to get in touch with nature, but the feeling of beautiful nature and desolate nature can be very different.

10 a.m. The fat man and I finally walked to the bottom of the hill, which was more of a dirt slope than a hill, and the whole slope was the highest in the area, and we took refuge in the only shaded place on the north side of the dirt slope, and the fat man was obviously not good at this time, and was too thirsty. The flow of water is surprisingly fast in this place. At this time, the whole area is suffocating like a steamer, and the wind is hot and dry.

"I can't get through it." I looked at the fat man who had passed out and decided to go out and get some water, or maybe I was going to use the most humiliating method. I left my fat belly and walked into this place of death, and on the way I came to a parched swamp, where the red gelatinous soil was exposed, and the dry climate carried away the moisture from the air, and the red earth formed naturally formed cracks. Clumps of dry ephedra and sand willow remained on the marshland, and the mountains in the distance were still dark brown.

Walking alone, the only belief I have now is the plants. I know that there is a plant in the Gobi Desert called camel thorn. This fat man told me that when he was leaving, he told me several times that if something he died, if something was left with me, let me go to the plant. The weather was getting hotter and hotter, so I simply took off all my clothes and walked naked in this "oven". Compared to the two people who have a somewhat wordless communication, it is simply a torment for me to walk here alone, and the scene in front of me becomes more and more blurred as the temperature rises as time passes.

If you can't get out, you can't get out anyway, in this place covering an area of more than 200,000 square kilometers. The Black Gobi has been a Silk Road walker since ancient times, and it is regarded as a daunting path. It is regarded as a destined ordeal, but it is also the only way to pass through the North Silk Road. In fact, the "Black Gobi" did not exist like this in ancient times. Because he is dependent on the "Kunlun Mountain" in the south and the "weak water" in the east, according to the Classic of Mountains and Seas, the ancient "Black Gobi" area was densely forested in the south in ancient times, and the grasslands in the north were lush and rich in water and soil. It's an oasis. However, in the Western Han Dynasty, with the global warming and the increase of human activities, many areas have been desertified, and the current desert scenery has emerged.

I know it's definitely up to you in a place like this. To be honest, the road is not too complicated, it is not difficult to walk, the key is the psychological effect, but now my heart is basically shrouded in despair. But soon I saw in the distance a yellow strip on a mound. "Camel thorns, that's camel thorns." I ran over excitedly, but what I saw was a withered plant.

"It's over" I sat there on my knees in distraction, although the fat man is no longer in danger, but the sun is so big that I keep walking has consumed all the water in my body, not to mention that there is no place to hide from the sun in this place now. Maybe I should really go to the south at that time, and I shouldn't have listened to the fat man's words, I fell to the place weakly and looked up at the fluttering scenery in the distance, but at this time, I actually faintly saw a row of telephone poles across the sky in the distance.

Maybe it's faith? I looked at the place and suddenly felt a surge of strength come back, I picked up the roots of those camel thorns, and did something that made me sick for the rest of my life, but I knew that if it wasn't for that I would die, the fat man would also die, let alone die at the door of hope, I did all this and looked at the big pit that I had thrown over, and pinched my nose and buried my head.

These plants in the Gobi were cultivated by a tear shed by Tengger, but now this tear has also withered, leaving only me, a blind passerby.

I don't know how long it took for me to finally get to this road, and luckily I saw a truck coming from afar. At the last moment of my coma, I pointed out to them where the fat man was, and then closed my eyes. I don't know how long I slept this night, but on the bumpy road, I opened my eyes and saw the fat belly of a fat man: "It's really higher than standing up!" ”

I now know that this thrilling journey is over, but I could never have imagined that I would be diving into this area again a week later, looking for the last primitive areas buried beneath the Gobi Desert. (To be continued......)