Chapter 50 Wonders

The man stood there like this, shaking constantly, but the team behind him stood still and stiffly.

"Because I was too nervous, I don't know how long it took for my uncle to come, and suddenly there was a cry of a wolf-like beast from a distance, which was also like the whistle of a steam train. After hearing this, the man said something inaudible and turned back to the team. Then the whole team continued to walk forward, knowing that it had disappeared into the vast sand and dust.

"My uncle was so scared that his head was sweaty. It took a long time to recover. After confirming that the team would not come back, he struggled to get out of the bottom of the car, but when he saw the car for the first time, he was stunned.

Because the door of the whole driver's seat starts from the door handle, just like being twisted, and the whole door shows a spiral twist, which can't be made by manpower at all.

"My uncle was scared and got into the car from the other side. He chased the front team and let them return to Ruoqiang together. From then on, he will never be a guide again. If I'm lucky, I can invite the bosses to visit my uncle's house. The old jeep is still parked in their garage.

After listening to this story, I dozed off. If this was true, what would have happened if the driver's uncle returned to the car earlier, or the three backpackers did not get out of the car? It would be terrible.

Nobita also sighed when he heard this and said, "Well, master, this reminds me of one thing. In 1964, Ma Bufang and Ma Hongkui, a national army of more than 100 people, were found in the wilderness in the Lop Nur area. They have been wandering in the desert for more than 20 years. Will your uncle meet the remnants of these soldiers?

The master nodded and said, "I have also heard of this, but for more than six years, there were still wetlands in Roble, where wild horses, wild camels and other animals lived. In more than nine years, Roble had dried up and no one could survive there."

After he finished speaking, we all nodded and fell into meditation. I have also checked some information before. There is indeed a legend near Lop Nur that some people have seen strange human beings with cruel temperament and great power, and these people can't be beaten to death and can only be burned with fire.

We were thinking that the car followed the front team and made another sharp turn, and a trace of dawn appeared in the sky.

My eyes lit up, and I saw that the peaks in front of me were as straight as Buddha's fingers. The mountains were smoky, the trees were as green as silk, and there was a kind of ethereal and magnificent between the continuous ups and downs.

I opened the window and stretched out my head. Under the car was the cliff, and a reckless river flowed under the cliff.

The river is full of smoke and waves, shrouded in a layer of mist, like a dragon in gauze, rushing towards the direction of the sunrise.

Seeing this scene in front of me, blowing the slightly moist breeze in the morning, I suddenly felt better and sighed at the beautiful scenery in my heart. Our convoy flashed with emergency lights and shuttled on the winding mountain road, like the last dancing fireflies before dawn.

I enjoyed the scenery and let the car move forward. About an hour later, the sun showed half of its head from the east, and the peaks in front of me suddenly disappeared. Instead, it was replaced by a vast grassland. A vast bird call came from above my head. I saw three eagles hovering in the morning glow in the direction of sunrise. The beautiful scenery almost makes people cry.

I finally know why those old scholars have to travel overnight. This kind of scenery is indeed a great spectacle in the world.

At this time, Daxiong didn't vomiate. Looking into the distance, he looked at a "my friends and I were stunned" and said to me, "Comrade Xiaochuan, damn it, the scenery in Sichuan is as beautiful as that of a girl. I really don't want to leave. I'll find a girl here to gallop together."

I laughed and said, "You lose weight first. You are crushed to death by you."

Boss Wu sat in front and looked at the scenery in front of him. He didn't know what he was thinking, and the assistant surnamed Wang did not speak from beginning to end, like a piece of wood.

Finally, we found an open place and stopped the car. Those old scientists couldn't stand it. They took out their long guns and began to shoot. I also regret that I didn't bring a camera, so I had to hold my mobile phone and play with it casually.

I remember that it was the last time we saw such a large area of green in our trip. Later, the desert Gobi in Xinjiang left me with extremely horrible memories, which was the nightmare of my life.

Six days later, our motorcade drove to Ruoqiang County, Xinjiang. As soon as we arrived here, I felt the heat of the Gobi. The average temperature of nearly 40 degrees made us a little uncomfortable. It was okay to stay in the car or hotel. As soon as we went out, even ten minutes, even our underwear would be soaked.

After a day's rest in the county, we filled the spare cylinder of the car with gas, and we could last for five or six days even if we kept driving.

Then I bought a large amount of cans, lunch meat, dozens of barrels of water and salt, which is equivalent to more than 30 people for half a month.

On the night of Ruoqiang, we went to Tokson's mixed noodles city to eat local beef noodles.

We held a big pancake and fresh mutton soup in one hand. We ate and drank it until our stomachs were bulging. We repeatedly praised that the noodles here were really delicious.

Early the next morning, we set out for Lop Nur.

Our first destination is the Guloulan ruins, because many of those old scholars are very interested in the ancient Loulan Kingdom. Although the archaeology of Loulan has long ended, many things have been decided, and other things have become a permanent mystery.

But they still want to see if they can find new discoveries.

I also really want to see the prosperous place on the Silk Road 2,000 years ago, so I was very happy to pack up and get into the car.

Looking out of the window, the dust is rolling, and the hot sun is baking the earth. The sky is terrible. There is no bird above my head. I can only occasionally see one or two dead poplar trees in the distance. My heart is a little nervous. It is really a to stay in such a place for at least a week.

The air conditioner in the car is very big, but when I occasionally touch the door, I feel that my hand is on the lid of the boiling water. It can be seen that the temperature gap inside and outside the car is very large.

After a few days of gossip, I already know that the driver's name is nicati, and he is 30 years old.

After becoming a friend, everyone called him Lao Ni.

At this time, Lao Ni changed his usual tone and told us with a very serious expression: "Bosses, I'm not talking. Come to Lop Nur. There are a few things that must be observed, otherwise you will encounter unnecessary dangers."

Boss Wu smiled and said, "Say it, Lao Ni, I will definitely ask them to do as you say."

Laoni nodded and said seriously, "There are many military restricted areas in Lop Nur, which are all monitored. Don't enter without permission. And don't touch the things in the ruins, otherwise it's hard to say if you are caught. If you get out of the car, don't act alone. It's easy to get lost in the Gobi Desert. Finally, and most importantly, if you encounter a sandstorm, then everything should listen to me. I said leave immediately and leave.

We agree with his words. After all, as a senior guide, Ngati is also responsible for our lives.

After staying in Loulan for a while, we took a few photos of the ruins of the pagoda and other scenery, and then walked in the ruins under the scorching sun. Except for lamenting the destruction of Loulan ruins, there was nothing else to find, so everyone couldn't stand the heat wave and returned to the car.

According to the description of *'s grandfather, our main destination this time is the Kumtag Desert, which is not far from the disappearance of the famous botanist Pengamu.

When our car crossed Yu Chunshun's cemetery and crossed the dry lake in Lop Nur, I felt the real desolation.

Outside the car window is an endless gray-black salt shell, with no trees, no clouds and no people. The sky is terrible, and the earth is silent. Only the wind occasionally blows a burst of sand, like a huge yellow ghost, drifting through the distance.