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The Gobi Desert in summer brings vitality.

The dark brown gravel is actually dotted with large green grass, even on the vicissitudes of poplar trees, the spotted trunks are also green. A small river flowing slowly in the distance is shining with silver light under the sunlight, like a thin white belt, hanging on the Gobi beach.

I have been here for nearly a year. Fugui has never been as happy as I am today, nor has he driven to the depths of the Gobi Desert to appreciate the seemingly boring Gobi Desert.

The blue sky, white clouds, green grass, and slow rivers make people intoxicated by this wonderful and mysterious land.

The rolling yellow dust dragged behind the convertible flew across the vast world, wandering for a long time...

Fugui gently added oil to his feet, and the car was like an arrow away from the string, galloping on the empty and vast ancient road of yellow dust.

Liu Long stood up and roared loudly, and the sound echoed in the Gobi Desert for a long time.

Jin Hui laughed: "Liu Long, don't attract the female wolf, we didn't bring a gun."

Du Shengli said: "Let's just sing and relax. How about the military song together?"

Jin Hui glanced at him sideways and said, "Come on, you, singing is not enough every day? If you want to sing, let's sing a popular one. I think "Ode to the Hot Blood" is good. Can you sing it together?"

Fugui turned around and looked at him: "Why don't you sing "The Moon of the Fifteenth", it's still the same song."

Dawn, who was sitting beside him, glared at him, "Drive your car." He turned around and shouted at them, "You sing, I won't sing with you, your gong-like voices, I sing with you to lose all my share."

The three people in the back row also objected: "You are an artist? Don't you know how to play the harmonica? Do you really think of yourself as an artist? We won't sing with you yet."

Liming was a little angry and said in a show of slightness: "Let's do this, after we go back, I will play musical instruments for you. If I know you, you will be well washed for me for three months. Who dares to bet?"

Liu Long thought for a while and said, "Drums don't count, if you know what else I'll bet with you."

Li Ming smiled and said, "Drums are a pediatric department. I'm talking about playing the erhu. Do you dare to bet with me?"

Fugui looked at Liming and asked disbelief: "You really can pull it? Well, I bet with you that you have never washed your clothes anyway. No matter how often I begged me to wash it for you. Win or lose, it doesn't matter to me."

Li Ming smiled embarrassedly, hugged Fugui and said affectionately: "Aren't we comrades-in-arms? It's all right for anyone to help anyone. Besides, I've been punished with you, so why don't you say it?"

Jin Hui thought about it for a long time and said seriously: "Liaoming, we are going to bet with you. Let's first agree to three months of clothing. If you don't know how to play the erhu, please help us four of us wash it. Don't cheat."

Li Ming smiled proudly: "No problem, but you pay for the money you buy Erhu. If I don't want to pull me out, how about it, would you dare?"

Du Shengli and Jin Hui looked at each other and said, "Okay, one word is certain!"

Liu Long raised his hands and shouted to the sky: "Oh my God, it's time. Someone has washed our clothes!"

The car was still galloping on the bumpy road in the Gobi Desert, and Du Shengli suddenly shouted: "Stop."

Fugui stopped the car, Du Shengli jumped out of the car and looked around and said, "Do you know where this is?"

Fugui looked ahead. The desert was far away. The deep yellow sand dunes were shining with blurry outlines in the sun.

Du Shengli pointed to the decadent and short Lanshigang around and said, "This is the battlefield of ancient times. Look, those low ruins may be ancient castles."

Fugui looked along his hand, and the low stones and the dilapidated stone walls stood there. There were only some stone doors built with stones, which seemed to tell the vicissitudes of history in the misty grass.

They approached the broken earth walls, and the wind in the Gobi Desert had already weathered the place to almost shaky.

Du Shengli looked at him touched for a long time and said leisurely: "This was once the place where Li Guang led his troops to garrison the west in the Han Dynasty. The Great Defeat of the Huns may be in this area."

They sat down on the ruins and listened quietly to Du Shengli tell them the tragic past where the flags swayed and the drums sounded...

Fugui looked at the ruins silently and listened to Du Shengli's quiet remarks. It seemed that there was that period of history and the heroes who created these history appeared in front of him.

Thinking of the cold moon and iron cloaks here, the ancient generals rode horses on the battlefield, galloping on the battlefield where blood flowed into rivers, the blood dyed the snow-white robe red, only the red tassels on the iron helmet shining in the battle between golden swords and iron horses. The soldiers crawled out again and again in the sea of ​​blood, with shouts, shocking the echoes of history. In a moment, the flags covered the sky, the swords and swords reflected the sky, and the setting sun in the desert reflected the wolf smoke here red. The shouts were gradually swept away by the west wind, and the lonely city in the desert still stood upright in the desert, as if listening to the low confession of the desert. The lost years were gently plucked out a magnificent music and sang heavily in the vast sky...

The heroic spirit of those ancient warriors was fascinated by the passionate heroic spirit that made him fascinated!
Chapter completed!