48 Hours a Day

At this point in the day, when the sun was the most poisonous, Gobi's temperature had exceeded 40 degrees, Zhang Heng put his backpack over his head to slightly obscure the direct rays of the sun. However, this move was of little use, and not long after walking along the railway, his skin appeared outside his sleeve and became reddish, the heat waves evaporated, and the sight in front of him distorted.

He had to find a backlit rock wall, sit down and rest, wait for the sun to set off a little while before leaving again, during which a whip-tailed lizard hid in the same shadow as him for the summer.

Zhang Heng also trained in desert survival in Apollo's planned training camp, but NASA did a good job in this regard, basically taking into account all emergency situations and preparing anti-inflammatory drugs, but this time differently, Zhang Heng was suddenly thrown into Gobi by the game system, from wearing to carrying equipment, not adapted to desert survival.

However, since the tracks had been found, Zhang Hengyuan had intended to go for a while before the train arrived and he picked the train to reach the next settlement. However, it was not clear whether he was unlucky or not. More than two hours had passed so far, he had not seen a train and could only continue on his own legs.

This time he walked for almost four hours and the moisture in his body evaporated quickly, not only the corners of his mouth began to crack dry, but his legs and arms appearing outside were also slightly reddened, meaning that he had been slightly sunburned.

Fortunately, at this point, he can also see small towns in the wind and sand in the distance.

Zhang Heng's hung heart finally let go.

Like the vast majority of towns in the west at this time, the town, whose name he does not yet know, was built by rail, with railroads traversing the town centre, on the one hand residential and on the other recreational areas such as taverns, buoys, casinos, etc., because drunk people tend to be prone to commotion, so it seems necessary to isolate these carnivores.

But when Zhang Heng came closer, he discovered something unusual.

One of the most important things is that it's too cold here.

Although there was also a residential house with the door wide open along the way, Zhang Heng could not see a person inside, and things were moved clean and clean. Zhang Heng walked into a room and found that the ground was full of sand and dust, and its owner had obviously not returned for a long time.

Other nearby residents are in similar condition, the only difference is the town bar, Zhang Heng saw eight horses outside the door.

Considering that this was probably the only place in the town where people were, he didn't hesitate to push the bar open for too long.

Unlike the empty town outside, the bar is lively, with four men playing poker in front of a table and cursing each other loudly, and one already drunk man lying directly on a window table, snoring like a thunder, limping bar owner lighting up the liquor stash on the rack, the other table being two slightly quieter young men, one wiping his rifle and the other playing a dagger.

When Zhang Heng walked in, it was like someone pressed the silence button and the noisy bar suddenly quieted down.

Zhang Hengzheng understands their thoughts. After all, his 21st century outfit looks a little too trendy in this era, plus his skin tone, it's hard not to attract attention.

However, he did not come to make out, nor did he care much about what others thought of him. He swept his surroundings at a glance and walked straight to the bar, dropping his backpack.

“Excuse me, can I have a glass of water... or a drink? ”

The crippled boss, however, did not turn around, in fact, as if he had heard nothing, he was still tidying up the wine rack.

Zhang Heng frowned because the immigrant composition of the United States was complex, not only for England and Scotland, but also for many other countries, so although this was rare, it could not be ruled out that the boss did not speak English, so Zhang Heng asked again in French and Spanish.

The results are still ineffective.

Instead, a mustache put down his poker and walked over. Unlike his furry bear, he behaved unexpectedly and politely. Ask Zhang Heng, "Do you mind if I sit next to you? ”

“No, go ahead.” Zhang Hengdao, after a while, asked, "Since you are guests here, you should be able to answer my next question. Is the owner of this bar deaf? ”

“Ha-ha-ha.” The man like Furry Bear laughed twice, but did not immediately answer Zhang Heng's question, but said with interest, "Where are you from, my friend, I didn't see your horse outside. ”

“Something else... in town.” Zhang Hengdao.

“But to my knowledge, there are no other towns within a hundred miles of here. ”

“So, as you can see, I've come a long way.” Zhang Hengdao, he looked aside at the table the man had sat at, pointing to a bottle of whiskey on it, "Can I have a drink, I haven't had water in a long time. ”

“Of course, the saying goes well, good wine is always shared with friends.” The man like Furry Bear laughed, but he didn't get up, but he still sat there, staring at Zhang Heng, winking. “You're a Chinaman, aren't you? Although you look stronger than most Chinamans, wearing weird clothes, there's no such thing behind your head...”

A man like Furry Bear compares to a braided gesture, “Don't be nervous, I had two Chinese friends before, they opened a grocery store in town, I like them, from the heart, I always visit their store, those tireless little things, like bees dancing in your ear every day, buzzing, forgive me, I haven't read many books, this metaphor may not be appropriate... until one day, our friendship had a little problem. ”

The divine color on the faces of men like fur bears seemed troubling, "You judge, that morning, I went to their store as usual, grabbed some honey candles and something, and there were about two bottles of wine, and when they left, they suddenly called me, demanded that I pay for it, and settled my previous debts, and this behavior deeply hurt me, given the deep friendship between us, I don't think this pure feeling can be measured by money, so I put down the honey, put down the candle, put down the bacon ham in my hand, and then opened one of the bottles for two big sips.

“And in the process, my two friends kept chattering in my ear, so I had to pull out the revolver in my waist, put a bullet in their lovely little head, and then... all of a sudden everything between us was resolved. ”

The man like Furry Bear laughed, “Now, I'm going to answer your previous question, no, one-legged Randall's ears aren't deaf, given his age, this old bastard's ears are more sensitive than dogs', he clearly heard every word you said, every word, but... he just doesn't give a shit. ”