Chapter 3 The Rhythm of Airflow

In the fourth section of the cargo compartment, the people who just questioned Zhang Jianyang were all stunned and couldn't speak.

No one can predict the climate after the nuclear war. Every natural disaster is always full of unpredictable surnames. The seemingly windy and beautiful weather may also become thundering in the next moment.

Now they all regret why they didn't believe in Zhang Jianyang at the beginning. After Zhang Jianyang issued a warning, they could have enough time to find a place to avoid sandstorms. But now it is useless to regret. The violent sandstorm has set off endless sand. The strong wind pushed the whole sand dunes, forming a wave-like sand tide.

The whole caravan is in a panic. When the visibility is almost zero, what everyone can do is to grab the fixed object next to them.

The sand caused by the strong wind is like a rainstorm, and the head and face are smashed down, making people dare not even open their eyes.

The roar of "Mow", the bull is just a second-order mutant beast. Under the sand tide, it is also lost, and the fear makes it just run forward. The trainer on its back tried his best and could not control the action of the bull. What's more, even he, under the sandstorm, could only grab the strap desperately to prevent himself from being swept away by the sandstorm.

The convoy gradually deviated from the highway, making the cargo compartment shake violently.

The people who grasped the fixed object with their eyes closed, under the shaking, all made a cry of dust. This situation is definitely the result of the destruction of cars.

Under such a sandstorm, ordinary people can't open their eyes at all.

It was not easy to return to the real world, and such a thing happened, which made Zhang Jianyang unlucky. If the previous star power is still there, such a sandstorm, in Zhang Jianyang's eyes, there is no threat at all. A few punches can violently disperse the sandstorm. How can it fall into the current predicament?

Zhang Jianyang knows that if he doesn't control these two bulls, the consequences will definitely be bad.

Without the star power, what was easy to do before is impossible now. The strong wind, mixed with sand, almost wants to blow people into the sky. In this case, it can't move at all.

But Zhang Jianyang suddenly moved. He suddenly let go of the iron he was holding. In this sandstorm, like a fish in the water, he shuttled between them lightly and twisted his body from time to time.

The crazy behavior, if others had already been blown away by the sandstorm, but a magical scene appeared. Zhang Jianyang walked unharmed in the sandstorm, as if it was not a discolored sandstorm, but a butterfly passing through the flowers and dancing, everything seemed light and elegant.

If people see this scene, it will definitely shock the eyes.

Zhang Jianyang's speed did not slow down because of the sandstorm. His strong physique made him appear behind the buttocks of the bull. Under the wind and sand, no one noticed it.

The trainer was still making a final effort. He pulled the reins and opened his eyes quickly from time to time to identify the direction and terrain. The violent sandstorm made his efforts fuless. Occasionally, his eyes were immediately filled with fine sand, which made him miserable.

As the captain, the fat man was grasping the woven basket and making a pig-like sound, so as not to be swept away by the sandstorm.

In the face of the trainer's inaction, he screamed and scolding, "You idiot, you can't even control a wild cow. If I have a three long..." In an instant, the sand stuffed his open mouth, and the scolding turned into a cough and vomiting sound, and he subconsciously wanted to go. When he took out the dirt in his mouth, he forgot that the sandstorm was reckless at this time. Letting go is equivalent to looking for death.

"Ah..."

With a scream, the fat man who just let go was rolled up by the sandstorm.

The strong man in gray who stayed next to the fat man rose up at this moment, grabbed the rolled up fat man's leg with one hand, then roared, and pulled the fat man back and fixed it on the platform.

After Zhang Jianyang stopped, he had to close his eyes. I just used the airflow in the sandstorm to avoid closing my eyes, but now I can't. However, it is enough for Zhang Jianyang to see the scene in an instant.

As a second-order mutant beast, the bull can only be said to be in the low-end position of the mutant beast. Zhang Jianyang believes that he knows it well, which is unmatched in the world. He is too familiar with the Bull. It's not easy to control the bull in panic, but it's just for others.

Zhang Jianyang bent his index finger into his mouth and made a strange whistle.

In sandstorms, people's hearing and vision will be greatly affected, and even the sound on the ear is ignored.

The Bull's hearing is not outstanding. It should be said that it is also impossible to hear the whistle blown by Zhang Jianyang. But strangely, the whistle passed through the overlapping sandstorm and entered the ears of the bull. The magical rhyme made the violent bull gradually quiet down, the frequency of running slowed down, and finally followed the instructions of the rhyme and moved forward in the sandstorm.

"Unfortunately, if there is a gourd made of purple gourd, the effect will be better."

In the eyes of the world, it is a shocking thing. Zhang Jianyang is still a little dissatisfied, which is too different from what he imagined.

The bull was quiet, and the people in the caravan naturally sensed it, and they all breathed a sigh of relief. The bull guided by the whistle travels through the sandstorm. Although it still gives people a feeling of being blown away, it is not as strong as it has just come. As the bull went through, just a moment, the bull entered the trachom, which was surprisingly calm.

Zhang Jianyang breathed a sigh of relief and finally succeeded.

When did the fat people sitting on the back platform of the bull see this magical picture? Obviously, the cargo compartment pulled by the bull was still in the sandstorm, but they were already in a calm place. In particular, less than one meter behind him is the wanton sandstorm wall, which makes people feel even more exciting, as if death is staring behind him.

"Hahahaha, it's okay, hahahaha..."

The fat man shouted crazily, and the trainer breathed a sigh of relief. Only the strong man in gray flashed in his eyes and his face was solemn. He always felt that there was something wrong with the incident, and there was a mysterious force in control.

............

Seeing that the caravan was about to be rescued, but the accident happened.

After all, Chen Zhuangping is old, and his physical strength can't be compared with others. Under the sandstorm, he consumes too much physical strength. With the stop of Zhang Jianyang's whistle, the slight deviation of the convoy team ushered in a burst of wild sand, which raised a huge force, so that he could no longer grasp the iron of the cargo compartment. The whole person was lifted off and disappeared in the vast yellow sand in an instant.

The scream of "Ah..." made everyone's heart beat wildly.

Wang Hanguang recognized Chen Zhuangping's voice and roared, "Lao Chen!" He was about to jump out, but he was pulled by two colleagues next to him. They did not find that someone jumped out of another cargo compartment at the first time and disappeared in the vast sandstorm. This person was Zhang Jianyang.

Chen Zhuangping thought that he would definitely die this time.

From the moment he was rolled up by the sandstorm, Chen Zhuangping first struggled in the air in horror, and then became peaceful. "Maybe this is the feeling before death?" The calls of colleagues faintly came from my ears, but they were getting farther and farther away. In the blink of an eye, there was no other sound except the sound of sandstorms.

At this moment, Chen Zhuangping gave up.

But...

A hand that suddenly appeared grabbed Chen Zhuangping's wrist. A huge force came, pulled Chen Zhuangping off, and then rolled down into the moving sand sea below.

"Uncle Chen!" Zhang Jianyang's voice sounded, which gave Chen Zhuangping an illusion that he had an illusion.

Zhang Jianyang pulled Chen Zhuangping and rolled down into the sand sea below. He only had time to shout and immediately stood up. When the sandstorm was about to fly himself, he swam under his feet, pulling the dizzy Chen Zhuangping into the airflow and walking in the gap of the sandstorm. The violent sandstorm, how wanton it is, can no longer move Zhang Jianyang and others at all.

This incredible scene made Chen Zhuangping dull.

In the chaos, I don't know how much I walked in the sandstorm. Suddenly, Chen Zhuangping felt light all over his body. The feeling of being splashed by the sand suddenly disappeared, and the familiar screams of the caravan colleagues came from his ears.

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