Not only did Nabari not hide anything from Zhang Zian, Peter Lee, and the others, when he taught Salem his experience. He even allowed them to record the GPS coordinates of the marks, which made them feel a little embarrassed.
In fact, so what if they knew the location of the marks? Give up the comfortable life in a big foreign city, give up their previous jobs, and come to the desert to fight with the Bedouin for a job as a guide? Obviously not.
Peter Lee looked at the time. It was almost the allotted 15 minutes. He said through the walkie-talkie, "All personnel return to the car and prepare to move forward."
Zhang Zian also returned to his car. Seeing that the elfins had also returned, he asked, "The road is still long. Does anyone want to go back to the phone? I'll let you out when we set up camp at night. "
The journey was very boring. The scenery of the Gobi Desert was the same. No matter how fast the car drove, it was like it was still. Once they entered the sea of sand, the car was like a small boat trembling in the waves, up and down.
Although it was already afternoon, the temperature in the desert was still more than 40 degrees Celsius. At noon, the temperature was about 55 degrees Celsius, and the surface temperature was more than 80 degrees Celsius. It was easy to steam an egg. Wearing thick-soled desert combat boots and stepping on the ground, in less than half a minute, the heat would pass through the soles to the soles of the feet. The shoes were hot and wet, as uncomfortable as stepping in molten butter.
The smell of the diesel engine made the sensitive elfins nauseous.
The sun shone on the hood, reflecting the dazzling light. If one didn't wear sunglasses, their eyes would soon be irreversibly damaged.
The most troublesome thing was that under such high temperatures, the cooling ability of the air conditioner became weak, and it couldn't be turned on all the time. Otherwise, the temperature of the water tank would rise sharply and the engine's power would decrease. It could only be turned on for a while when it was too hot, and then turned off when it was a little cooler.
As soon as the air conditioner stopped, they would be covered in sweat.
Humans' ability to cool down by perspiration was very developed, but pets covered in fur were very uncomfortable.
Vladimir, Xinghai, and Old Time Tea's novelty had passed, and they all planned to return to the phone to rest.
Pi originally wanted to write a novel on the road with its laptop, but typing on the road was too difficult. There was no road at all, and its body would shake violently when the tires ran over stones or potholes. The laptop almost fell out of its hands several times, so it gave up and asked to return to its phone.
Zhang Zian also wanted to drive more steadily, but he couldn't. The sun shone on the barren Gobi Desert, creating a strong reflection. If it weren't for Nabari reminding them to avoid some big potholes, the bumps would have been even worse. It was even possible for the car to break down after hitting a big rock.
Only now did he understand why Nabari's eyesight had deteriorated despite being a middle-aged man at most. He often led teams into the desert and stared at the reflective sand and the Gobi all day. It was already impressive that his eyes could last until now.
As for Fina and Famous, it wasn't that the two of them didn't want to, but they couldn't return to the phone. If there was an emergency and they stopped the car, everyone would find that the two of them were gone. There would definitely be an uproar.
Zhang Zian wanted to put Richard back into the phone the most. This b * tch bird was really annoying, and it wasn't afraid of bumps. Its two claws were firmly hooked onto the clothes on his shoulders, and he couldn't shake it off even if he wanted to. But it just refused to go back. When he pointed the camera at it, it turned its head and even used its wings to cover its head, leaving him helpless.
If possible, he really wanted to put all the elfins into the phone. That way, he could openly use the mineral water bottle …
After settling the elfins, the car became more spacious, and the motorcade continued to move forward.
They drove for another hour or so.
The monotonous scenery made it especially easy to get tired.
The good news was that the sun was already close to the horizon, and the heat was gradually subsiding.
Zhang Zian opened the window and let the cool wind blow through the car. Even if the wind carried fine sand, he couldn't care less. He could finally cool down.
The bad news was that they had reached the end of the Gobi that everyone had been complaining about. In front of them was a vast sea of sand.
Everyone could not help but think of the same thing — why don't we camp here for the day and enter the desert the next day?
But the public channel of the walkie-talkie was silent. There was no order to stop. It seemed that Peter Lee and Wei Kang wanted to take advantage of the cool evening to travel as much as possible.
"All vehicles slow down and close the distance. Prepare to enter the desert. Drive carefully," Peter Lee said through the walkie-talkie.
There was no clear dividing line between the Gobi and the desert. The feedback from the car's tires slowly changed from hard to soft, indicating that they had entered the desert.
In front, left, and right were rolling sand dunes. It was impossible to leave any marks here, but Nabari's car was still moving forward steadily. Occasionally, the sound of his voice was also full of confidence, giving everyone some peace of mind.
Every sand dune was shaped like the ridge of a roof. The wind had blown it into the shape of a slope with two sides high in the middle. When you were on one side, the situation on the other side was completely unknown. After going over it, it could be another higher sand dune, or it could be a huge sand valley.
The most troublesome thing was that the height, slope, and softness of each sand dune were different. It was difficult for the driver to accurately control the size of the accelerator and the speed of the car.
If the accelerator was too high, it would cause the car to go over the sand ridge too fast. The car would take off, and it would be up to fate whether or not it could land safely. If the other side of the sand dune was too steep or the drop was too big, the whole car could flip upside down. If the accelerator was too small, the car would not be able to climb the sand ridge. It could slide down the original road, overturn, collide with the car behind, or sink into the sand.
This kind of thing was purely based on experience. It could only be understood and not explained. Even Nabari could only give simple hints about high, medium, and short sand dunes. But what were the standards for high, medium, and short? If it was high, how much accelerator should he give? If it was short, how much accelerator should he give?
It had already cooled down, but every driver in the car was sweating because of nervousness. Climbing over each sand dune was like playing with their lives. They didn't know if they could come down safely after rushing up.
What was hopeless was that there were hundreds and thousands of such sand dunes on the road ahead.
Salem, who was sitting in the first car, was pale. He gripped the armrest tightly to stabilize his body. He seemed to understand why Uncle Nabari had said that he trusted camels more than off-road vehicles. It was because camels walked slowly, but climbing sand dunes was like walking on flat ground.
"Stop! Stop! Everyone stop! Car 10 has broken down! "
An emergency call suddenly came from the public channel.
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