Deserted Island: The Survival Journey of a Beautiful President

Through the rearview mirror, Mo Qing could clearly see the yellow sand all over the sky one kilometer away.

More precisely, it should be a "sand wall".

The hurricane blew up the sand on the ground, forming an invisible wall in the air.

This wall is not strong, but any creature caught in it will not escape death.

Its internal wind speed can reach 120 kilometers per hour. Under the blessing of this speed, even a small grain of dust can become a deadly weapon.

Mo Qing's face was solemn, and he steered the Wrangler to gallop forward, but the black sandstorm behind him came too fast.

From the initial one kilometer gradually shortened to less than 500 meters.

The scene in front of me has gradually turned yellowish because it was stained by sand and dust.

"Ling Ling, find something and cover your mouth and nose!" Mo Qing shouted.

The sound of the wind coming from outside has covered up the roar of the engine.

Even if two people sit in the car and talk face to face, they have to be very loud.

Han Ling immediately found two breathable long cloths, and quickly wrapped Mo Qing's mouth and nose with his hands to prevent inhalation of sand and dust.

The windows in the compartment seem to be closed and airtight, but in fact there are certain gaps in many places.

Such as the back cover and the site.

Fine sand and dust can invade the interior through the gaps.

Once the people in the car inhale a large amount of sand and dust, they are very prone to respiratory diseases, and even suffocate to death.

The car climbed upwards.

Now they are on a steep sand dune.

Even with the powerful power of the Wrangler, it will take a little time to climb this sand dune.

This sand dune must be crossed. If you make a detour at this time, it will only take more time.

"boom boom"

The roar of the engine seemed so faint in the noisy wind.

The fast turning wheels splashed sand and dust, leaving a wheel mark.

But in less than a second, it was covered by new dust.

The Wrangler came to the very top of the dune, and it took a total of 40 seconds from the bottom to the top.

A seemingly short period of time now seems very long.

Time is life, this sentence explains Mo Qing's current situation.

Forty years, the black sandstorm that was originally 500 meters apart is now only 200 meters away.

Downhill roads are always easier than uphill ones.

Descending from the dunes did not take much time.

And because this sand dune has resisted a little bit of wind, the wind noise outside the car is a little quieter.

"Old Mo, we may not be able to run, the wind is too fast"

Zhang Yiming's voice sounded on the walkie-talkie.

"If you can't run, you have to run!" Mo Qing held the steering wheel tightly with both hands.

20 seconds later.

The windows on both sides have lost the desert scenery, replaced by grains of flying sand.

Visibility is gradually decreasing.

The sand and dust flying in from the gaps in the car filled the narrow space.

"huhuhuhu"

The wind outside the car was sharp and harsh, and the temperature in the air dropped rapidly.

It is also thanks to the heavy weight of the two cars that they will not be blown over in this strong wind.

But driving fast in such wind can easily cause the car to stall and roll over.

Mo Qing could only lower the speed of the car again and again.

Han Ling clasped his hands tightly and stared at the yellow sand in front of him.

Only when you are in the storm will you understand the horror of the storm.

"bang bang bang"

Grit hits the Wrangler's windows, casing, and windshield like bullets.

It's like a reminder song without rhythm.

Mo Qing tried to use the walkie-talkie to contact Zhang Yiming, but the signal from the walkie-talkie could not be transmitted in the wild sandy sky outside.

There was only a "rustling" sound left.

The flow of time in the storm seems to be different from that outside, obviously the Wrangler was only swallowed by the sandstorm for less than 1 minute.

But Mo Qing felt that a century had passed.

Visibility outside has been reduced to a dire level.

Even with the headlights on, it was impossible to see what was outside.

The sand and dust in the car became more dense, and the seats were covered with a layer of fine dust.

Suddenly, Mo Qing felt as if something hit the car, but he didn't hear the sound because it was covered by the wind.

He could feel it because the car jolted.

“Lights appear to be broken”

Mo Qing looked ahead, and there was a faint white light that was gone now.

It got darker all around.

With or without headlights, it doesn't make any difference to him.

Right now, his eyes are completely darkened, and the way to go there depends entirely on his feeling.

Mo Qing didn't even know if he was walking in a straight line.

In the dark, people who lack a reference object will turn around within a certain range when walking because of the difference between the left and right feet.

It is also commonly known as ghost hitting the wall.

In the same way, Mo Qing, who is driving a car, will also have deviations because he cannot distinguish the direction.

"cough cough"

Han Ling covered her mouth and nose with her hands. Even with the veil blocking her, the heavy dusty smell in the carriage still made her very uncomfortable.

Mo Qing was a little confused at this moment, should he stop at the spot and wait for the black sandstorm to pass.

It was the first time for him to face such extreme weather, and he was not prepared at all, and he did not know the precautions.

In the end, he chose to continue driving.

I don't know how long or how far the car has been driven.

Anyway, finally stopped.

It wasn't that Mo Qing didn't want to drive, but that the car couldn't move.

The gear lever was moved to reverse, the gas pedal was floored, and the wheels spun in the sand, but it didn't help.

Mo Qing suspected that he must have fallen into a sandpit.

"The car won't move"

He put his hands off the steering wheel and looked at Han Ling beside him.

The woman's jet-black hair was stained with dust, and looked a little yellow.

Mo Qing said with a smile: "It is said that if he was drenched in snow together in the morning, he will have gray hair in this life. If our hair is dyed yellow by this yellow sand, do we count as gray hair together?"

Han Ling curled his lips, "What time is it, you are still in the mood to joke, and getting your head drenched in yellow sand is not romantic at all.
I want you to accompany me in the snow in the future"

"Haha, okay, if we have a chance in the future, let's go to the snow mountain together"

The two smiled at each other.

In times of crisis, it is harmless to make a small joke to ease the atmosphere.

Mainly, even if they are not joking, they are the same.

With the terrifying power of the black sandstorm outside, it will definitely be blown away as soon as it goes out.

They can only stay in the car, relying on each other.

"Fortunately, this car is strong enough. I was always worried about whether the windows would be smashed by stones."

Mo Qing looked around, the car windows were intact.

If the car window is broken and the sand from outside pours in, it will be a big trouble.

It was as if God deliberately played a joke on him.

The windows, which have been intact since driving, were suddenly hit by a stone and cracked.

"Damn it..." Mo Qing's eyes widened, "Do you want to do this?"

Han Ling reacted very quickly, she immediately turned around, took out a blanket from behind, and stuck it on the crack of the front windshield.

In the strong wind, the cracks gradually expanded, and finally, the windshield could no longer hold up and shattered.