Wushuang was skeptical, thinking that he had always heard that the Mongolian people were bold and brave, and they were all masters of hunting, so many people were afraid of the single-handed sand fox, and they also named people the king of the desert. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Brother, you always say to follow the local customs, this time I think it's your turn. The Mongols are also divided into many different tribes, although they all believe in shamanism, but some tribes have diverse beliefs, you see the pastures on the Gobi Desert are on the edge of the desert, so they must have the lord of the desert in their beliefs, maybe the sand fox is their faith. So, since people say it, let's respect their beliefs. ”

Wushuang thought about it, how could dozens of people let a beast be bullied like this? Unless it was offered in front of the Great Luo Immortals.

"Okay, but I'm not allowed to go out at night, so I'll ...... So why should I pee? Let's be together...... It's inconvenient, hehe......" he joked without seriousness.

"Brother, annoying, are you ashamed? I see if your injuries are almost starting to rattle again?"

Although the life on this ranch is hard, it is rare to be idle, and Wushuang has nothing to do during the day but smokes a small cigarette and listens to the old herdsmen tell the legendary stories in the desert.

In these stories, without exception, there is a place that is said to be in the very center of the Death Desert, it is a sand city, I don't know when it was left behind, in short, it was there when there was the Death Desert. Many of the evil legends and spirits of the desert have spread from the city of Nasha.

And the most evil thing is that the sand city is not visible to everyone. Many foreign experts and scholars have been stationed in this ranch all year round, and whenever the weather is clear, they go to the desert to explore the sand city, but they have never found it. Not to mention them, even the local herdsmen have never had the opportunity to see them once in their lives, and it is said that only those who are destined to be lost in the desert can see the sand city, and they will not come back alive after seeing the sand city.

"Could it be a mirage in the desert?" asked Wushuang.

"No, the Sand City of the Desert of Death is real, it is a sacred place for herders living in several pastures near the desert, it is the reflection of Heaven left in the human world. "Unqi firmly believes in this legend.

Many local herders will have a full meal when they are dying, and then walk into the desert of death with enough fresh water to find the reflection of heaven, believing that only there is their eternal pure land to wash away the dross of their souls.

But then again, since it is called the Desert of Death, there must be something terrible about it, the desert is ruthless, countless old people have walked into the Desert of Death, but there are very few who have found the sand city, and most of them have become a pile of dry bones in the desert.

More than half a century ago, the small Japanese army invaded Mongolia and sent three divisions from the Horqin steppe to the north, crossing the Death Desert in order to reduce the marching time. But the three divisions and the large army of nearly tens of thousands were completely swallowed up by this dead desert, and not a single one came out alive.

Just imagine, the little Japanese were well-equipped, they must have brought enough dry food from the freshwater river, and the time of their attack was in the autumn, and there were few sandstorms in the autumn. So how did they disappear?

Some say that they found the legendary Sand City, which was taken away by the Lord of the Desert.

"Isn't the distance to the north of the sea to the end of the world? Isn't it true that this poem says so, people are gone, people are gone, tens of thousands of Japanese troops have disappeared into it, oh my God, this is terrible!" Wushuang sighed at the ruthlessness of nature.

Wushuang also did his homework before he came, and he said that according to the records of the official history, the Death Desert north of the Horqin Prairie is the center of the regime ruled by the Rouran people back then. If you are not mistaken, the sand city in the Mongolian population should be the ruins of the Khan's Court in the capital of Rouran.

"You mean, that's where our trip ends?" asked him.

"I'm not going to judge that, but only by finding the legendary Sand City can I see if the current geography is the same as the one drawn on this parchment map. But I still couldn't understand why the sand city was hidden from time to time, or was the building always fixed, a human delusion, or was there some mysterious force hidden in the sand that moved it?"

Ma Ya shrugged and said secretly, this unconscious man, the injury on his back has not healed yet, so he began to worry about it again. It's really a thief, but he is a thief, and I am also a thief.

"When will the sandstorm stop?" Wushuang is a person who can't be idle, and now he has begun to look forward to this magical journey.

"Huh...... Save it, this sandstorm won't stop for a week, I think, you can stop and recuperate here. Ma Ya brought a dried leg of lamb and stuffed it into Wushuang's mouth.

The next day, the wind and sand were bigger and more violent, and after pushing open the door of the yurt and walking out, the wind and sand all over the sky went straight to the nostrils of people, and a finger to dig out a cloud of yellow sand could be dug out by digging the nose.

Early in the morning, Wushuang habitually slept lazy, and in the past, he didn't open his eyes until ten o'clock in the morning.

"Brother, get up, get up, it's time for breakfast!" the horse pushed him hard, and he lazily closed his eyes like a pig and got his head into the quilt.

Industrious Mongolians generally get up very early, and as soon as the sky dawns, they will drive their livestock to graze, but now the weather is bad, not only people can't go out, but even the livestock have to be suffocated in the pen.

Wushuang was in a daze when he heard a cry from the ranch out of nowhere.

"I'm so annoyed, I don't sleep in the morning and cry a ball?" Wushuang sat up lazily from the bed.

"Brother, we are guests, don't let the fellows hear this. Ma Ya rebuked him.

"Got it, got it, go see what's going on. ”

Ma Ya put on her clothes and went out for a spin with a scarf on her face, and after a while, she ran back against the wind and sand, and the first performance after she entered the house was to take off the scarf and shake her head, although she took off the scarf, but went out for less than ten minutes, her hair was covered with sand, and her head fell straight off with a shake, and it was difficult for this girl, people are usually very clean.

Wushuang hurriedly wiped her face with a wet towel, only to see Ma Ya panting and looking flustered.

"What the hell is going on? ”

"Something happened. Ma Ya looked hurried.