Chapter 2 Sandstorm Attack

After just one sentence, the top of the cargo compartment became silent again.

The strength of the bull is indeed very large. A cargo compartment, according to Zhang Jianyang's estimate, is at least 20 tons, and ten sections are more than 100 tons, but it doesn't take much effort to pull it up.

On the whole road, in addition to the sound of the wheels crushing, it is the occasional nasal sound made by the bull. In addition, it looks very quiet.

Zhang Jianyang stayed in the corner of the cargo compartment and silently looked at the front of the highway. He was always thinking about things in his mind. After leaving strangely for five years, there will definitely be a lot of changes. I want to ask, but I'm afraid of causing suspicion. Zhang Jianyang can only do it. Anyway, he is about to return to his home after a long separation, and it's not short of time.

A breeze blew by and a dust blew on the highway.

A normal breeze made Zhang Jianyang's eyes contract suddenly. In the five years in the fantasy, he could have been able to capture unknown dangers through countless subtle changes. The light wind just now seemed to be ordinary, but Zhang Jianyang knew that this was just a small precursor before the advent of danger. It won't be long before the wind will start.

But Zhang Jianyang didn't know how to explain it to the caravan. After all, it was too difficult to accept.

"In half an hour, there will be a moderate-intensity sandstorm."

Zhang Jianyang is a person who repays kindness and complains. The caravan can accept him and take him for a ride. He can't bear to see that the caravan is unprepared, so he was attacked by a sandstorm.

There is only one word difference between a sandstorm and a sandstorm, but the power is very different.

People who have never seen a sandstorm will never understand the horror of a sandstorm. As a natural product after the nuclear war, it is no longer irresistible. Once formed, it will have the power to move mountains and seas. In the area, everything will be submerged by endless sand and buried deep in the sand.

According to the intensity, sandstorms can be divided into low, medium and high.

Zhang Jianyang has experienced too much and understands how terrible a moderate-intensity sandstorm can be.

After saying this headless sentence, Zhang Jianyang closed his mouth again. As for whether he believed it or not, Zhang Jianyang could not control it.

Hearing that a moderate-intensity sandstorm would appear, all the six people in the cargo compartment changed their faces dramatically. Of course, people living in this area know the horror of sandstorms. Without preparation, even the third- and fourth-order strong people can only be buried alive, let alone ordinary people like themselves?

Just for a moment, Chen Zhuangping and others came to their senses.

Those who can go out with the caravan, who doesn't have rich field knowledge?

Take Chen Zhuangping himself as an example, he has fifteen or six years of team experience. What kind of big winds and waves have you never seen? If there was a sandstorm coming, he would have seen it long ago. What's more, the probability of sandstorms is very small. There may not be one in a year. Chen Zhuangping has been with the team for more than ten years, and he has only seen it twice.

And Zhang Jianyang is just a young descendant. Why does he know that there will be a moderate-intensity sandstorm in half an hour?

"Young boy, don't be alarmist. If there was a sandstorm, we would have been notified long ago."

A dark-skinned man next to Chen Zhuangping said disdainfully that after years of travel, he made his skin dark and healthy, and there were too many vicissitudes on his face. With the people who go out of the caravan, they are treated better than others, but they dance with death. In the unknown world of the wild, they may never go back one day.

Zhang Jianyang did not talk back, but shook his head gently.

Chen Zhuangping is a cautious person. After all, sandstorms are too terrible. It's better to believe in them than to believe in them. Zhang Jianyang is a mysterious traveler in his heart. Maybe his judgment of nature has his uniqueness. So Chen Zhuangping hesitated for a moment, ignored the sneers of his friends, stood up and said, "I'll inform the captain."

Wang Hanguang, who is better with Chen Zhuangping, said anxiously, "Lao Chen, you don't know the fat man's surname. What if it's not?"

"Lao Chen, do you also believe the words of a young man of unknown origin?"

"With more than ten years of experience, there is no sandstorm."

"Yes, Lao Chen, you can't do it."

The people in the cargo compartment persuaded Chen Zhuangping and glared at Zhang Jianyang. Now the sky is calm. Without the warning from the sand city, how can there be a sandstorm?

Chen Zhuangping laughed and said, "What if it's true? After being with the team for more than ten years, isn't it because we are usually cautious enough? After saying that, he climbed down from the cargo compartment and reached another cargo compartment from the tractor, and arrived at the first cargo compartment in just a few minutes.

After a while, Chen Zhuang returned lonely, with a light red palm print on his face, and he seemed to be in his teens.

Wang Hanguang pulled Chen Zhuangping up and said angrily, "He... How can he beat people? Lao Chen, you are out of loyalty. I'll go to him. At worst, I don't want this job.

The other four people can only look at Chen Zhuangping with the sad eyes of the rabbit and the fox. They don't have the courage of Wang Hanguang. In this world, it is not easy to have a job. Their position, in Shacheng, there are countless people waiting to come in.

Chen Zhuangping squeezed out a smile, stopped the impulsive Wang Hanguang, and said earnestly, "Hanguang, don't be impulsive. You also have old and young people. Why can't you control your surname? If you lose your job, what do you eat and drink? We are originally low-class residents, and it's natural to be angry.

Thinking of the family, Wang Hanguang moved his mouth, and finally he could only hold his head and squat down with hatred.

Chen Zhuangping did not blame Zhang Jianyang. He smiled at him, then sat down, pulled out the old cigarette gun, and smoked it.

Zhang Jianyang walked over, took out the cigarette he had brought in his pocket five years ago from his pocket, handed Chen Zhuangping one, and said, "Uncle Chen, smoke."

Chen Zhuangping was a little stunned. In this area of Shacheng, it is rare to get some cigarette leaves and loose smoke. It is difficult to see the finished cigarette. This finished cigarette can only be smoked by middle- and upper-class people. The cigarette handed over by Zhang Jianyang made Chen Zhuangping feel flattered, and he subconsciously took it over.

Zhang Jianyang lit one by himself, and two smokes spewed out of his nose, making him feel comfortable.

"Xiao Zhang, are you sure there will be a sandstorm?"

Chen Zhuangping, who was smoking, stared at Zhang Jianyang with his eyes. Even if he had just been wronged, he had to think about the whole caravan. At least half of the people in the caravan have a family. If there is something wrong with him, how can he explain to the people waiting in Shacheng?

Zhang Jianyang's face was calm. After the last sip, he flew his cigarette buttocks into the sand on the edge of the road and said, "Of course I'm sure."

But why didn't we receive the news of the sandstorm? The caravan is equipped with a communicator. As long as the sand city issues a warning, the Chamber of Commerce will definitely inform us. What's more, with my more than ten years of experience, the formation of sandstorms has a strong precursor. The sandstorm is far away from us, but we can already feel the afterglow of its edge. Chen Zhuangping stared at the sky and said.

"It's very simple. This sandstorm is still brewing and will be formed around the area near us."

"What?" Chen Zhuangping lost his voice. He suddenly stood up and looked around.

Chen Zhuangping's behavior made all the people in the cargo compartment nervous, and the muzzle immediately aimed at the surroundings and Zhang Jianyang. Affected by Chen Zhuangping's cargo compartment, the other people in the cargo compartment were all on alert, which indirectly caused the caravan to stop.

"What's going on?"

There was a shout from the front, and the fat man stood up with an unhappy face and was looking back on the platform behind the bull.

Seeing this change in exchange for his behavior, Chen Zhuangping was also shocked. It was a matter of losing his job. He shrank his neck and laughed: "It's okay, it's okay."

"Chen Zhuangping, if you don't want to do it, get out of here by yourself. If you hadn't been diligent, you would have been cleared out of the caravan at your age. And next time, you pick up something and leave. Those who want to join the caravan will go to the sea. It was found that it was Chen Zhuangping. The fat man was a little annoyed. It's not wrong to be careful, but in this safe area, there can't be any danger at all. Is it really a decoration for the guard force of the sand city? If there is a little wind and grass, it will be a fuss. Is it still the style of an experienced entourage?

The caravan was launched again, and Chen Zhuangping could only stay honestly.

"Knowing that there is a sandstorm, why didn't you leave?" Chen Zhuangping said in a low voice.

Zhang Jianyang smiled faintly: "Why should I leave? I can stay in the caravan and take a ride." He paused and said, "I know you don't believe me, but what I'm saying is true. There are many ways to form a sandstorm. I don't think you have experienced the situation when the sandstorm formed. Zhang Jianyang pointed to the wind blowing on the edge of the highway, "In your eyes, this kind of wind is very ordinary. What you see is only the dust in the wind, but what I see is the way its airflow moves."

This is a profound knowledge. Zhang Jianyang has also been explored through dozens of life-and-death tests. There are many people in the world who know it.

Zhang Jianyang has a very special temperament. At first, you will think that he is a very ordinary person, but when you come into contact with him, you can immediately feel a kind of self-confidence, a hidden strong self-confidence, and a self-confidence to control everything, as if everything he said, no matter how ridiculous, is right.

The people who form this temperament are all the superiors who hold great power. It takes them a lifetime to have this temperament. It is hard to imagine how Zhang Jianyang, who is twenty-eight years old, has this temperament.

But it is useless for Chen Zhuangping to believe, because others don't believe it, and now it's a little late to believe. The breeze just now has changed from meekness to violent, and waves of sand are blown up, making a large area yellow and hazy, and the visibility suddenly becomes less than 20 meters.

The change in an instant made people unexpected. The caravan covered by endless sand suddenly fell into a panic.

Animals are much more sensitive to the danger to nature than humans. The two bulls become impatient, making a deafening "mow" and speeding on the highway, so that the driving trainer can't control them.

"What's going on?"

"Hatch it, everyone, don't be left behind."

"Stabilize, be steady!"

In the chaotic caravan, the fat man, as the captain of the caravan, was so scared that he was just screaming. All of them were caught off guard by the sudden wind. Up to now, he still doesn't believe what Zhang Jianyang said that there will be a sandstorm.

In this situation where the visibility is getting smaller and smaller, the panicked voice of the fat man makes the whole caravan more chaotic, giving people a feeling of turning over the horse.

What's more horrible is...

"The sand is moving, no, the whole sand dune is moving."

With a heartbreaking roar, the whole earth is shaking, giving people the illusion that the earth is moving.

This illusion occurs. Anyone who has experienced a sandstorm knows that this is not an illusion, but one of the special surnames of sandstorms, which can make the whole sand dunes move, and everything will be buried wherever they pass.

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