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When I woke up, it was already past three o'clock in the evening.

The fire was extinguished, leaving only a pile of gray powder. He got up, put on his dry clothes, took out his positioner and compass and carefully proofread the direction. It was a day and he had already walked one-sixth of the journey. According to this calculation, he would definitely be able to rush back at the specified time. However, he didn't know what the road conditions were like in front, and the physical energy must be consumed too much and slow in the next few days, so he could only speed up the pace and shorten the time for the next journey.

He stretched, put on his backpack again, and began his difficult journey of the new day!

Fortunately, with plenty of food and water, he relieved a lot of mental stress.

But it was not until the sun rose and the sky gradually became hot that he felt that he had made a serious mistake: it was too hot during the day and consumed a lot of physical strength, and more importantly, the dehydration reaction. Walking at night can not only save physical strength, but also save water!

So he began to adjust himself that day, walking slowly during the day, resting more, and taking advantage of the coolness at night to speed up his pace. Although his vision was not good at night, he had a positioner and a compass, so he would never be in the wrong direction.

After walking like this for more than two days, the sand dunes are getting fewer and lower. Fugui is a little surprised: I am about to walk out of the desert!

Sure enough, when the sun rose that day, you could already see the horizon ahead, a flat area and a sparse poplar forest.

Fugui sat under the huge poplar tree. The bark of the poplar tree is rough and carved with the vicissitudes of time. Only lush branches stretching into the air, showing the tenacity of life!

The branches and leaves of poplar euphratica blocked the scorching sun and formed a large area of ​​shade on the ground. Fugui lay comfortably on the soft beach, took out the drawings and looked at it, right? It was just that the grassroots were almost halfway left, so the task now was still to find food.

I wonder how those comrades were doing? He was a little worried and secretly hoped that they had walked out of the desert now.

At noon, he walked around the poplar forest, hoping to find bird nests on the trees or snakes in the bushes. Unexpectedly, there was no bird in the huge poplar forest! Later, he accidentally discovered a nest of ants! Although this thing is small, it is rich in protein and is the most nutritious, and Fugui almost jumped up with joy.

It took him more than half an hour to finally dig up the ants' nests and have a nice meal. The only regret is that there are too few ants and there is no left.

It was windy in the evening, and the strong wind carried gravel and smashed it towards him frantically.

This is the weather in the Gobi Desert. It is stuffy when there is no wind, but the temperature drops sharply when it is windy. Fugui is moving forward with a slanted streak in the strong wind. The sweaty clothes are stuck on the body in the cold wind, making Fugui tremble a little cold.

Fortunately, I didn’t go far and found a valley where I could shelter from the wind.

Fugui shook off the dust on his body and looked at the dark sky helplessly. The trees in the distance were bent over by the wind, and balls of dust rolled on the ground, quickly being swept away by the strong wind.

He was going to starve tonight, and he smiled helplessly.

He put down his backpack, braved the wind and picked up some dry firewood nearby. When he came back, he lit it with the only match. He sat next to the fire, staring at the dark sky in a daze.

His body was warm, but hunger and thirst came towards him, and his unscrupulous stomach kept "gurgling", making him feel restless. He took out the kettle again--even though he had shaken it several times, even though he knew there was no water at all. However, he still raised his neck and continued the spout, hoping that another drop of water would drip out. He regretted not leaving any of the ants at noon.

The strong wind did not stop until dawn.

The sky was still dry and cold. The strong wind last night blew the empty Gobi Desert extremely clean. On the vast land, there was only the shadow of his difficult journey.

At noon, the weather began to be extremely hot again. Yesterday, he delayed for a night, so he didn't dare to stay anymore, so he could only brave the heat and move forward. What made him feel relieved was that he found two points in a row today.

He was eager to find food and water, but the water was even cleaner than his backpack in this vast Gobi Desert. He could only marching with hunger.

Until afternoon, a deep gully appeared in front of me. It was called a gully, but it was actually a huge crack in the ground.
Chapter completed!