"Brother, do you dare to bet with me?"

"Why don't you dare? You know, your brother and I are a big gambler!"

"Okay, I can't say ten minutes, the wind and sand are closed on this big Gobi Desert, and this time it is a sandstorm, and it will not stop for at least a week!" Ma Ya is very confident that the bet will win. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info she is an old guest, that is all by God's eyes to eat, people raise their eyes to know what the weather is in the past few days, not to say before departure, is not to let Wushuang stay in the ranch.

Just now she felt that a cool breeze had blown on the Gobi Desert, and this cool breeze was blowing from the northeast, and it was very cool, which showed that the sandstorm in Mobei that would come every spring had arrived in advance. The sandstorm in Mobei is not as simple as seeing it in the city, it is the starting point of the sandstorm, and its power is countless times more terrible than what you see in Changchun City.

At this time, it will not take a few minutes to approach the vast desert of death, and it will be buried in the sand.

"Hey, I'm grumpy! You say, bet on what?"

"What does my sister dare to bet on you? If there is a sand wind for a while, you can find a fellow villager with me to take shelter for a few days, and when the sandstorm falls, it is not too late for us to go, I don't need to tell you how terrible the sand wind in the desert is, right?"

This ability is actually nothing, in the past, it was called Guantian in the rivers and lakes, and almost all the older mountain people understood it.

After a while, before the smoke of Wushuang was finished, the unpredictable Gobi Desert really blew a strong wind, and the sand particles in the Death Desert were accumulated in the wind, and the sand grains were very dense, and the yellow sand in the sky blocked the human vision so that you couldn't see the front clearly, and in the blink of an eye, the sand particles rolled up by the wind had buried the horse's hooves.

"Damn, did you do that? What do you ......do? You are a treasure holder, you just eat according to God's eyes. "Wushuang wants to play tricks, but seeing that the sky is getting darker and darker, he also knows that he will definitely not be able to enter the Death Desert now.

"Okay, you have to come with me this time! When I came here just now, I saw that there seemed to be dozens of concentrated yurts in the easternmost part of the Gobi Desert, which should be a pasture, and we can stay here for the time being. ”

"You?

Ma Ya grabbed his ear and said, "Come out with you, if I don't plan in advance, won't I be led by your nose?"

Helpless, Wushuang had no choice but to gamble and lose, obediently followed her and turned over and ran to the yurt quickly.

This yurt is built in the middle of the Gobi Desert and the Horqin steppe, and the herders who live here are not strictly herded, and the grass on the Gobi Desert is limited, which cannot feed a large number of cattle and sheep. The people who live here are actually forest rangers, but they are Mongolians, and these Mongolians are hired by our government to plant poplar forests here to protect them from the wind and sand.

But there are many poplar forests, but not many survive, because the desert of death is so terrible, this desert is constantly swallowing southward, as if all the greenery cannot lock the soil under the roots to fight it.

Mongolian friends are known to be very hospitable. As soon as he saw two fast horses running from the Gobi Desert, two young men sitting on horsebacks quickly helped them down and asked them what they were doing.

The two only said that they were Chinese tourists, who came to see the scenery of the vast Horqin steppe, and on the way they encountered a sandstorm and wanted to stay here for a few days. Naturally, Wushuang also gave some money.

This small ranch is sparsely populated, with only more than 30 people, which is considered a small village. They set aside a yurt for the unequaled horses, and when they saw that their clothes were covered with sand, they brought them well-fitting robes to wear.

These two are only a man and a woman, and they have a unique style when they wear interracial clothes. The Mongolians are hospitable, and they bring them whatever they have to eat. By the evening, Wushuang had already mingled with the fellows in the pasture.

Because of its special geographical location, it is not far from the border between China and Mongolia, and they are hired by the Chinese side to plant trees here, so their Chinese language proficiency is good, and it is not a problem to communicate with Wushuang simply.

They say that the first sandstorm every spring lasts at least a week or so, so you two guests can stay in peace. If you walk at this time, you will not be able to go far and you will be buried by a sandstorm.

Fortunately, a sandstorm came, which gave Wushuang enough time to recuperate, so he had no choice but to live with Ma Ya as a small couple.

The sandstorm was still raging on the Gobi Desert, and the next morning, the sky was even darker, and the sand in front of the yurt gate had piled up. They had to come out every two hours to clean up, or else the whole yurt would be buried by a sandstorm.

"Is your husband injured?" asked Ma Ya, Wu Enqi was the village chief of this small ranch, he was not young, he was in his sixties, he was very prestigious in the pasture, and he heard that his father had already started planting trees here, and he was a son who inherited his father's business.

"Yes, we met wolves on the way, my brother...... My husband was bitten on the back by a wolf. Ma Ya's little face flushed.

"What?wolf?is it a lone wolf?" Wu Enqi's reaction was a little big, and Ma Ya was stunned, so he had to continue to make it up according to his words.

"Ah, yes, it's a wolf, very big, very fierce. ”

"Immortal God forbid, my poor boy, your life is too great! ”

"Sand King?" Wushuang sat up and asked curiously.

Wu Enqi said that there is a unique canine animal in this dead desert, it looks like a jackal, it is day and night, it has a fierce temperament, it has always been a loner, none of the prey it targets can survive, and even when the yellow sand is full of sky, it dares to break into the pasture and attack the herdsmen.

Wushuang looked at Ma Ya and listened to his description: This beast can live in such a harsh environment as a desert? This is not in line with wolf nature? Wolves like to live in the plains, where the climate is warm and there are many prey, how can there be wolves living in the desert? What should we do in the summer? Isn't that going to be killed by heat?

Ma Ya told him that according to legend, there was indeed such an animal, and that thing was a distant relative of the wolf, and the scientific name was the sand fox, which was large and had sharp teeth and mouth, so it was often mistaken for its distant relative. Whether it is a wolf or a fox, no one has ever captured a sand fox alive for thousands of years.

Unqi told them that the first sandstorm of the year was coming, and that perhaps the Sand King would come to feed in the next few days. That thing will only haunt at night, and do everything in its power to lure visitors out of the yurt, as long as you go out, it is a meal in its belly, so don't go out at night at will, even if you come out to clean up the sand, be careful.