Chapter 27 fourth quarter

The bearded man jumped up: "It's impossible to let you fart! It's impossible even when the wind is coming!" He said hurriedly, "There is a legend in the Luobu people that there is a wind in winter called 'cold ghost wind', which is said to be fifty years old. Scratch once, scratch the ground for fifty years without immortality, it's not a fucking baby! Could it be that we just ran into each other?" He unloaded the important supplies from the camel and piled them in the tent, and then shouted at the stupid team members: "Hurry up!" The crowd just woke up like a dream, and immediately dispersed to strengthen the tents. For a while, the camp was flying like dogs and dogs, you bumped into me and stepped on you, shoes ran away, and there was no end to noise.

Xia Mingruo got into the tent and came out again, Chu Haiyang shouted: "Master! Don't make trouble at this moment, can you? We all have to build a windbreak!" Xia Mingruo panicked and said, "Who made the trouble? My cat is gone!" He rushed out of the tent in a hurry, shouting in all directions: "Old Huang! Old Huang!" It happened that the uncle in the chaos was also shouting: "Leopard! Leopard!...Don't believe me, have you seen my apprentice?" "I didn't see it!" Xia Mingruo was so anxious that he broke out in sweat, "And my cat! Where is my cat?"

He searched around twice, put on his leather cap and ran away, followed by the uncle.Xia Mingruo ran too fast, accidentally fell into a big somersault, and ate a mouth full of sand.The uncle pulled him up, gloated at his spitting vigorously, and asked with concern, "Is it delicious?" "Bah, bah, bah, bah! Bah!" Xia Mingruo wiped his mouth, "Smells like a camel." The uncle laughed and said, "Let's go, let's speed up, and we can come back before the wind blows." Xia Mingruo stood still: "Where are we going?" "Walking around, can you still sit stupidly if you lose something?" The uncle said, "It's okay. According to my experience, there is still a while before the real black storm." He pointed to the nearest sand dune and said, "Go to the top, yesterday I Tell Leopard that it’s an ancient tomb, you know, Leopard always believes nonsense.”

"It coincides with that." Xia Mingruo wrapped his military coat tightly and followed him closely, "I also think that Lao Huang is in this direction. At least I have raised a cat for ten years, and I know the behavior pattern very clearly." In fact, it is difficult to say such things as behavior patterns. For example, in the camp at this time, Lao Huang was getting out of the cooker Gulim's satchel. Gulim held Lao Huang by the back of the neck, and exerted all his strength to practice flicking skills on its head: "Ah... Ah Nang is dead! The cat (second sound) is looking for death! I'm like (saying) two carrots The weight is so heavy?! So it’s all because of you!”

Lao Huang endured it calmly, because he is a cat who does great things. As for the leopard, it didn't go anywhere, but was buried in the sand with the sleeping bag.Ten minutes later, they reunited and returned to Chu Haiyang's surroundings, and the latter realized that the uncle and Xia Mingruo had disappeared. Compared to the ancient barren desert, such sand dunes are pitifully small, and their height is not worth mentioning, but it is terribly difficult to climb up with human feet.Especially with the strong wind whistling and the yellow sand flowing, the two of them almost fell every step. The uncle simply untied the hemp rope around his waist and tied the two of them together.Twenty minutes later, they reached the top of the slope and looked at the Yadan group that was close at hand.

The uncle pointed to the mouth of the gorge 100 meters away and shouted: "I wanted to camp there last night, but the guides firmly disagreed! Because the two sandy cliffs are too steep, and it is not the only way to pass! Don't believe that you have never been to the desert. , In fact, the wind and sand is more powerful than any car tank, it really crushes people to death, look at the bunker we just stepped on, it is less than half a meter deep, but it was smoothed out in the blink of an eye!" Xia Mingruo was still spitting: "Bah!... Ouch, my throat hurts... Anyway, I spent half the night reading "Soil Science" and "Desert Research" before leaving!"

"What? Just talk! Rob Desert, that winter is different from Taklamakan, and also different from Inner Mongolia. The wind is very strong," the uncle waved his hand and shouted, "Okay, let's go back, it looks like it's gone!" Xia Mingruo bent over and kept coughing, and the flashlight in his arms fell off. It is said that the whole body of this person is worth only this flashlight, the beam is concentrated, and the range is extremely far.It originally belonged to the Russian teacher in the school, and it can be traced back to the period when the Soviet Red Army controlled the Northeast after the victory of the Anti-Japanese War.He picked up the flashlight and turned it on unintentionally, and something flashed by near the mouth of the gorge—it was just a few tenths of a second, but both of them saw it.

"Reflex?" Xia Mingruo asked the uncle uncertainly. "Bring it here." The uncle took the flashlight and took a closer look, but there was nothing there. The two were stunned for a while, and then rushed towards the gorge at the same time. While running, the uncle had some comments: "Unexpectedly, you are also a money-seeking master!" Xia Mingruo died wronged: "Uncle! I'm tied to you!" "Oh! Oh!" The uncle hurriedly stopped, Xia Mingruo couldn't stop for a moment and bumped into his back, and the two of them rolled to the bottom of the sand dune in a whimper.When he got up again, Xia Mingruo knocked, and his nasal cavity was filled with blood. He held his hands vigorously, and the blood fell drop by drop on the yellow sand along the cracks of his fingers, forming dark lumps one by one.

The uncle held his chin and asked him to look up: "You are young and sick! You made it from fucking tofu, right?" Xia Mingruo didn't like to hear these words the most, so he retorted in a low voice. The uncle wiped his blood with his dirty and caked sleeves, and his movements were quite rude: "I say be good, uncle is no match for your parents, bear with it." Xia Mingruo's face was in pain from being wiped by him, and he yelled, "It's alright, alright, I understand." The uncle freed his hands to untie the rope: "You go back first, I will come right away."

Xia Mingruo vaguely refused, saying that the vast desert hides a large number of relics of ancient human activities, and the number of scattered cultural relics is quite astonishing. The uncle said, "I really didn't scold you wrong." Xia Mingruo urged him to leave quickly, and asked after a while: "Why can't the blood stop?" The uncle pointed to his nose and said: "Because there is sand in it, there is no reason why it will not bleed when it is rubbed by sand." Xia Mingruo muttered: "It just so happens that I have the most fragile nasal mucosa, forget it, if you don't think about it, you'll have it, uncle, let's go."

Strange to say, when they got off the sand dunes, there was a gust of wind pushing them to run. The two of them struggled to get to the mouth of the canyon after rolling, climbing, stumbling, and supporting each other.Along the way, the uncle kept his flashlight on, and the baby seemed to refuse to show his true face easily. The reflective spots appeared and disappeared, and when he got close, he couldn't see him again. The uncle bit the flashlight in his mouth, pulled out the dagger from his boots and stabbed it quickly into the sand. Xia Mingruo didn't care about any blood, and was extremely focused on observing.The uncle moved forward slowly, and suddenly there was a faint "ding" sound from the tip of the knife, as if it had hit something hard. The uncle threw the dagger and dug down, only digging less than ten centimeters, and held out a liquor bottle very solemnly. The label on the wine bottle is still on the front: Great Savior Erguotou, 63°, Tong County, Beijing, State-owned Xiaohuangzhuang Dongfang Red Winery, Daliushu Township; reverse: Quotations from the Chairman, revolution is not a dinner party. The uncle was overwhelmed with emotion: "It's a miracle, little comrade Xia Biexin! We actually found a liquor bottle in the hinterland of the Rob Desert, and it was still empty!" Xia Mingruo was also very emotional: "This is wine from my hometown! I seem to have heard my father's very kind voice: 'Mingruo, let's skip class today, we two go out for a walk!'" The two smashed the wine bottle excitedly, stood up and wanted to go back, but Xia Mingruo noticed something was wrong: "Uncle, what is that?" The uncle looked in the direction of his finger, and saw a puff of yellow smoke rising suddenly from behind the vast sea-like sand dunes, spiraling into the sky, Xia Mingruo said: "The desert is full of smoke." The uncle's face changed instantly: "You still have the mood to recite poetry! That's wind! Black storm—!" Just at the moment when Xia Mingruo's eyes widened, that puff of smoke spread out, like a giant dragon rolling up tons of sand and rocks and thundering towards it. In an instant, the sky was dark and the earth was dark, the turbid waves were billowing, and the violent sand was like a curtain.Xia Mingruo was at a loss, so the uncle pulled him up and ran away. After only running a few steps, the black waves in the sky turned over like a cauldron engulfing a person.With a sharp whistling and cold air, the wave head was wrapped in pebbles and sand and everything it could sweep away, howling ghosts and wolves, overwhelming mountains and seas, rolling over Xia Mingruo and the uncle's heads, pushing them down, lying on the ground, and throwing bullets. The swishing grains of sand hit them head and face. The uncle's face was so painful that it felt like a whip was whipping. He touched Xia Mingruo's arm and immediately pulled him over. He turned on the flashlight and took a picture. Strictly. "Don't believe it!" the uncle shouted into his ear, "Stand up! Run—!" Xia Mingruo managed to stand up and fell again: "Run back?" "No—!" the uncle yelled, "Run with the wind! If you go against the wind, you will die!" The uncle gritted his teeth and pulled him up, striding forward, "Run—!" Xia Mingruo couldn't open his eyes at all, he felt as if he was stepping on the waves, he couldn't even control himself, the waves threw him up, pushed him forward, and then threw him into the quicksand bury. When he was almost in despair, the uncle yelled "God help me too", Xia Mingruo was dragged by him and fell into a big pit, and fell straight to the bottom, he was so frightened that the uncle pinched him for a long time middle. Xia Mingruo took off the mask, still a little dizzy, he felt that the wind was much less, so he asked: "Where is this?" The uncle said: "I don't know either. The gust of wind just now blew us into the Yardang group. The Yardang area is full of ravines, like a maze. We are probably in some deep ditch now... Oh, I can't control it anymore! Thank goodness for that!" Xia Mingruo raised his head, and by the light of the flashlight, he saw that the storm was still roaring, passing close to the high sandy cliff. "It's as if I've died once." Xia Mingruo murmured, "The last time I met the flood in the tomb of the empress in Yunnan, it's really trivial to think about it now." The uncle waved his hand and said, "You'll know later, it's actually a trivial matter. One must die in a hundred years, and lying in a coffin is a trivial matter." Xia Mingruo said: "Uncle, you have a reactionary mind, don't you often study politics." Uncle said: "I think so, but no one is willing to teach." "Okay, don't talk nonsense," he said, "take the time to rest, you don't have weak legs, my old body can't hold on long ago." Xia Mingruo is not a quiet person, looking around suddenly shouted again: "What is that?" The uncle lay down without looking, and patted the sand off his head: "Wind." "No," Xia Mingruo pushed him desperately, and said hastily, "Look quickly! Haishi!" "What?" Xia Mingruo said: "A mirage!" The uncle turned over and sat up, looked at it for a while, then pressed Xia Mingruo's head to make him prostrate on the ground. "That's not called Haishi," he said softly, "That's called Yinbing, open your eyes." He murmured: "I saw it once in the mountains of Guizhou before liberation, but I didn't expect to meet it again." The storm gradually stopped as if it was tired. It only raised tiny dust and slowly drifted into the air. Although the visibility was low, it was still possible to see a vaguely armed army behind the dust passing through the gap in the cliff. It was less than thirty meters away, and even the clanging of weapons, footsteps, and the occasional snort of a camel could be heard. Xia Mingruo lay on the ground panting closely, then suddenly heaved a sigh of relief and crawled forward, the uncle immediately grabbed his back collar and dragged him back.Xia Mingruo said, "What are you doing?" The uncle said in a low voice, "I know you are brave, but you can't get close now." Xia Mingruo asked: "Will it disappear when you get close?" "That might not be possible..." The uncle scratched his head, and suddenly put his hands together and said in a divine way, "Amitabha has no taboos, Ziwei Xingjun breaks evil as fast as the law! Break, break, break!" Xia Mingruo decided to ignore him. "××Natural Science" once published an article on tofu cubes, which explained the so-called phenomenon of "Guoyin soldiers" among the people, and the main argument was "holographic images".Some inaccessible valleys have a special electromagnetic field due to their environment. Under certain conditions—mostly in extreme weather such as thunderstorms and lightning—the electromagnetic field will record and store bioelectric information; once the same external conditions appear again, the electromagnetic field will be restored. The recorded information will be transmitted. This explanation is probably quite close to the truth, but it also does not stand up to careful scrutiny.When the article was circulated, the Department of Physics said that it made sense in theory, but putting aside the sound, how complicated it is to record images—three-dimensional capture and then three-dimensional projection into the unsupported air. How does the magnetic field formed by trace silicon and iron rocks work? When I came to the history department, I had to ask why.Because in the information they have, many "passing the shadow soldiers" phenomenon occurred in the countryside of the plain, or on the fields, or at the head of small bridges, or even at the entrance of the alley next to the residents' homes, and in summer and autumn, the moon and stars are rare A breezy evening. Therefore, although researchers have been working hard to eliminate the superstitious color of this incident, the folks are still rumoring that "the ghost is killing his life", saying that the impermanent ghost who leads the way in the front, and the night wandering god who escorts the team behind, the more it spreads, the more mysterious it becomes. Xia Mingruo didn't think about it at this time, he was just driven by curiosity, he just wanted to see it. The uncle naturally stopped him: "Don't, let's go back home." Xia Mingruo became impatient: "You know, this is a hologram..." "Holographic images," said the uncle, "I also learned a little bit when you taught the leopard science, but the question is, if this is an image, why hasn't the young man who ran into the Yin soldiers with me in 1948 not come back today?" Xia Mingruo turned her head: "Huh?" "Why?" The uncle raised his mustache at him, pretending to be angry. Xia Mingruo turned around and sat up, thought for a while, then knelt down and crawled away.The uncle had no choice but to pull him back again: "You really don't cry when you see the coffin..." With a backhand, he knocked Xia Mingruo down with a bang, stepped on the ground, and muttered again: "Your old man has a spiritual thought in the sky that shines red all over Asia, Africa and Latin America...you will soon suppress this child named Xia." , it's too difficult to carry..." Immediately, a hoarse shout sounded in the distance: "Don't believe it—! Uncle—! Where is it? Who—?" "Xia Mingruo! Guide—!" "Where are you—?" The uncle was stunned for a while, feeling quite touched: "It's still the spirit of the chairman..." What responded to him was all kinds of strange wind sounds, and the huge waves in the sky gathered and surged again, as if the yellow and black water was splashing again one day, and the big pebbles bumped and rolled. Chu Haiyang finally found Xia Mingruo and his uncle ahead of the strong wind. He was as dirty as a lump of mud, and he was very angry.He grabbed the uncle's collar and shook it desperately: "Uncle! You you you you you you!" He lifted Xia Mingruo up and shook him: "Don't believe you! You! You you you you you you you!!!" Xia Mingruo screamed again and again: "Ah—ah—" Chu Haiyang quickly stopped: "What's wrong?"