On the fourth section of the cargo compartment, the people who questioned Zhang Jianyang just now were all speechless in shock.

No one can predict the climate after the nuclear war, and every natural catastrophe is always full of unpredictable surnames. The weather that seems to be windy and beautiful may also turn into thunder and roar in the next moment.

Now they all regret why they didn't believe Zhang Jianyang in the first place, and after Zhang Jianyang issued an early warning, they could have enough time to find a place to hide from the sandstorm. But now it was useless to regret it, and the violent sandstorm set off endless sand, and the strong wind pushed the entire sand dune, forming a sand tide like a wave.

The whole caravan was in a panic, and with visibility almost zero, all everyone could do was to hold on to the fixed objects on their side.

The sand and soil kicked by the strong wind were like torrential rain, and they fell down on their heads and faces, so that people did not even dare to open their eyes.

The roar of "moo", the brute bull is just a second-order mutant beast, under the sand tide, it is also disoriented, and fear makes it just blindly run forward. The animal trainer on its back, with all his strength, had no way to control the actions of the wild bull, not to mention that even he himself, under the sandstorm, could only desperately hold on to the strap to prevent himself from being swept away by the sandstorm.

The convoy drifted off the road, causing the cargo compartment to shake violently.

The people who grasped the fixed object with their eyes closed were all screaming at the shaking. This situation is definitely the result of the destruction of the car and the destruction of people.

Under such a sandstorm, ordinary people can't open their eyes at all.

finally returned to the real world, and something like this happened, which made Zhang Jianyang unlucky. If the previous star power is still there, such a sandstorm, in Zhang Jianyang's eyes, has no threat at all, and a few punches can blow the sandstorm away, how can it fall into such a predicament now?

Zhang Jianyang knew that if he didn't control these two bulls, the consequences would definitely be worse.

Without star power, what was easy to do in the past is now simply impossible. The strong wind, mixed with sand, almost wanted to blow people into the sky, and in this case, it was impossible to move at all.

But Zhang Jianyang suddenly moved, he suddenly let go of the iron rod he was holding, and in this sandstorm, like a fish in the water, he shuttled lightly in it, twisting his body from time to time.

Crazy moves, if others were changed, they would have been blown away by the sandstorm a long time ago, but a magical scene appeared, Zhang Jianyang walked through the sandstorm unscathed, as if this was not a sandstorm that made people smell and change color, but butterflies walked through the flowers, dancing, everything seemed light and elegant.

If people see this scene, they will definitely be shocked.

Zhang Jianyang's speed was not slowed down by the sandstorm, and his strong physique made him appear behind the buttocks of the brute bull in a few ups and downs, under the wind and sand, no one noticed.

The trainer was still making his last efforts, and he was holding on to the reins, opening his eyes quickly from time to time to make out the direction and the terrain. The violent sandstorm made his efforts in vain, and when he occasionally opened his eyes, he was immediately filled with fine sand, making him miserable.

The fat man, who is the captain, is clutching the woven basket at this time, making a sound like killing a pig, so as not to let himself be swept away by the sandstorm.

In the face of the inaction of the animal trainer, he let out a heart-rending scolding: "You idiot, you can't even control a brute bull, if I have a three-long ......" In an instant, the wind and sand stuffed his open mouth full, and the scolding turned into a cough and vomiting sound, and when he subconsciously wanted to pull out the soil in his mouth, he forgot that the sandstorm was wanton at this time, and letting go was equivalent to looking for death.

"Ah......h

With a scream, the fat man who had just let go was swept up by the sandstorm.

The strong man in gray who stayed next to the fat man burst out at this moment, grabbed one of the legs of the fat man who was rolled up with one hand, and then roared, and forcibly pulled the fat man back and fixed it on the platform.

Zhang Jianyang's eyes had to be closed after he stopped. I could just use the air currents in a sandstorm to keep my eyes closed, but now I can't. But just a momentary scene, for Zhang Jianyang, it is enough.

As a second-order mutant beast, Manniu can only be said to be at the low end of the mutant beast. Zhang Jianyang thinks that his understanding of it is unmatched in this world, and he is too familiar with the brute bull. It's not easy to control a bull in a panic, but that's just for others.

Zhang Jianyang put his index finger into his mouth and let out a strange whistling sound.

In a sandstorm, people's hearing and vision will be greatly affected, and even the sound in the ears will be ignored.

Manniu's hearing is not outstanding, and it should be said that it is also impossible to hear Zhang Jianyang's whistling. Strangely, however, the whistle passed through the overlapping sandstorm and into the ears of the bull. The magical rhyme made the violent bull gradually quiet down, the frequency of the wild run slowed down, and finally followed the instructions of the rhyme, interspersed in the sandstorm.

"It's a pity, if there is a gourd made of purple gourd, the sound of blowing out will be better."

In the eyes of the world, it is a shocking thing, Zhang Jianyang is still a little dissatisfied, and it is too different from what he imagined.

The quietness of the brute bull, the people of the caravan naturally sensed it, and they all breathed a sigh of relief. The bull, guided by the whistle, walked through the sandstorm, although it still gave people a feeling of being blown away, but it was not as strong as it had just come. As the bull walked through, it was only a moment before the bull entered the sand hole, and it was surprisingly calm inside.

Zhang Jianyang breathed a sigh of relief, and finally succeeded.

When did the fat people sitting on the back platform of the bull ever see this kind of magical picture, it was clear that the cargo compartment pulled by the bull was still in the sandstorm, but these people were already in a calm place. In particular, less than a meter behind him, there is a wanton sandstorm wall, which makes people feel even more excited, as if death is staring behind them.

"Hahahaha, it's okay, hahahaha......"

The fat man shouted frantically, but the animal tamer breathed a sigh of relief, only the strong man in gray had two eyes that flashed brightly, and his face was solemn, he always felt that there was something wrong with the incident, and there was a mysterious power under control.

…………

Seeing that the caravan was about to be rescued, an accident happened.

After all, Chen Zhuangping is old, and his physical strength cannot be compared with others, and under the sandstorm, he consumes too much physical strength. With the stop of Zhang Jianyang's whistle, the slight deviation of the convoy ushered in a burst of wild sand, and the huge lifting force made him no longer able to grab the iron rod of the cargo compartment, and the whole person was lifted away, disappearing in the vast yellow sand in an instant.

The scream of "Ah......" made everyone's heart beat wildly.

Wang Hanguang heard that it was Chen Zhuangping's voice, and shouted urgently: "Old Chen! I was about to pounce, but I was pulled by two colleagues next to me. They didn't notice that someone bounced out of another cargo compartment and disappeared into the vast sandstorm at the first time, and this person was Zhang Jianyang.

Chen Zhuangping thought that this time, he would definitely die.

From the moment he was swept up by the sandstorm, Chen Zhuangping first struggled in the air in horror, and then became peaceful, "Maybe this is how I felt before I died?" The cries of colleagues were faintly heard in his ears, but they were getting farther and farther away, and in the blink of an eye, there was no sound except the sound of a sandstorm.

At this moment, Chen Zhuangping gave up.

But......

A hand that suddenly appeared grabbed Chen Zhuangping's wrist, and a huge force came, tearing Chen Zhuangping off, and then rolling down into the sea of sand moving below.

"Uncle Chen!" Zhang Jianyang's voice sounded, making Chen Zhuangping have an illusion, thinking that he was hallucinating.

Zhang Jianyang pulled Chen Zhuangping and rolled down into the sea of sand below, only had time to scream, immediately stood up, and when the sandstorm was about to fly himself, he swam under his feet, pulling the dizzy Chen Zhuangping into the air flow and walking in the gap of the sandstorm. The violent sandstorm, no matter how wanton, could no longer move Zhang Jianyang and them in the slightest.

This incredible scene made Chen Zhuangping sluggish.

In the chaos, I don't know how much I walked in the sandstorm, and suddenly Chen Zhuangping felt a lightness all over his body, and the feeling of being splashed with sand and soil suddenly disappeared, and the familiar screams of surprise from the caravan colleagues came from his ears.

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