48 Hours a Day

On the horizon, a yellow wave of sand is sweeping forward at an alarming rate.

Zhang Heng roughly observed that the sand wave was about 78 kilometers wide and at least two or three kilometers tall, and could not be avoided by legs, and that NASA's best mobile helicopter could not take off at risk in the face of a violent natural disaster. At the speed of the Jeep, it was probably impossible to catch three people before the dust storm arrived, which is why the captain asked them to stay put.

But his wish was doomed.

It is clear to all three that this dust storm is the trumpet of the final showdown.

The sand and dust in the sky minimizes everyone's horizons, and with this visibility, NASA observers lose control of them completely, no matter what they do, only they know.

It also means that they no longer have to hide their strengths.

Zhang Heng looked at the fat man in the distance, who also looked at him. At this moment, Jalai finally stopped hiding the strong killing intentions in his eyes.

“I'm sorry, I'm going to win this round and live, and if there's really only one winner in this game, then this guy can only be me. ”

Jiale Cold Road.

When his voice dropped, the yellow dragon was less than a few hundred meters away from the three of us.

Zhang Heng took off the innermost vest of his uniform at the fastest possible speed, tied it to his face and wrapped his mouth and nose around it. The greatest danger posed by dust storms is asphyxiation and blindness. Without any protection, the large amount of yellow sand carried in the wind will soon clog your respiratory tract, causing breathing difficulties.

As for the blindness, you don't have to worry too much about the goggles. When Zhang Heng finishes all this, he pulls out the steak knife he hid the night before at dinner in District 51, and the sandstorm finally arrives.

Jalai was right, and Zhang Heng had not intended to advance directly from the outset by virtue of merit.

Zhang Heng did not want to test NASA's protection of the mission team because there was a one-week quarantine period that followed.

Not to mention the probability that Jalai and Bruno will also become support teams and stay at the Space Center, which may not have the opportunity to do so, so not only does Jalai want to succeed in obtaining the last clearance spot with his final field survival training, Zhang Heng intends to use this opportunity to address all threats by the end of the segregation period.

However, it must be admitted that the arrival of this sandstorm was unexpected, however, Zhang Heng preferred that Jalai was not the maker of this sandstorm to the water tornado he had previously made on the sea. Otherwise, he should not have dragged it until the end of his training, and technically, this is not the environment where the sandstorm works best.

Although they are on relatively flat ground, there are some large rock walls nearby that can be used as a shelter to shield sand and dust from lowering wind speed. Far less than the empty plain they passed an hour ago, Zhang Heng speculated that Jalai should have accurate weather predictors. He foresaw the arrival of this sandstorm in advance, which is why he gave up his chance last night and put the time of the duel at the present time.

Of course, it is not ruled out that the props on him to make the dust storm will take a long time to prepare, which is why he dragged it to the end of the training, but anyway, since the dust storm has arrived, it is time for Zhang Heng to do it.

Zhang Heng turned his back against the storm as he moved, while keeping his body as low as possible.

Bell once told him that the closer the dust storm gets to the upper level, the smaller the sand, the greater the chance of suffocation. Conversely, the sand particles close to the ground will be relatively large, and it is not easy to suck a filter layer of clothes into the nostrils or mouth, but also be careful to be hit by some hard debris caught in the wind and sand.

The best way to get into a dust storm is to find a sufficiently reliable shelter to hide behind it until the storm passes, because being in a dust storm with very low visibility, you can only see about a metre in front of you and can easily lose direction, but the problem is a constant one.

Zhang Heng had speedily written down the nearby terrain, Jalai and Bruno's location long before the sandstorm arrived. He had touched where Jalai stood before the initial wind was so strong, but it was not surprising to him that Jalai's figure was long gone.

Zhang Heng sorted out the orientation in his mind. A stone stone one person less than 30 steps away from him is a great place to escape the storm. Jalai is likely to move there first, which, of course, also means that there is the greatest chance of traps there.

Another 50 steps on the right hand side is the wreckage of half of the car's hood, which, if used well, can help him block most of the wind and sand and, if necessary, can be used to block the attack.

Zhang Heng hesitated or decided to go to the place where the wreckage of the engine cover was buried first, mainly worried that the delay was too long, and that thing was completely submerged in the sand.

Zhang Heng began to move to the right hand side by memory. He silently counted the steps out of his mind. However, after 55 steps, he did not find the piece of hood. There are two possibilities, one is that the hood has been taken one step ahead of the other, and the other is that his direction of movement is offset.

The latter situation would be troublesome, because Zhang Heng did not know where he was now biased and how much he deviated. If it was not possible to determine his current location, the azimuth maps previously noted in his mind would not be available, so he would have to give up looking for Jalai and find a place to hide first.

Because getting lost in the dust storm is not a joke. Even with a vest on his face, prolonged exposure to dust still leads to asphyxiation, but after that Zhang Heng tried to fold back a few more steps in the southwest direction, and finally saw the truncated hood that appeared outside the sand.

At the same time, however, a shadow appeared behind him.

In order to prevent sand from pouring into his ears, Zhang Heng had to wrap his ears, which further reduced his hearing. In fact, in such a harsh environment, it was almost impossible to hear the footsteps behind him.

Zhang Heng knelt on one leg on the sand, ready to dig out the engine cover fragment, while the other shadow also raised a large stone in his hand, ready to smash it into Zhang Heng's head.