Dongkuo's flying life

In the second half of the Dakar Rally, the first is the marathon stage.This is the most difficult stage, and no stops are allowed in the middle, nor are backup supplies allowed, and even repairs after damaged vehicles are prohibited.

"Bailu" is like a tiny termite, driving in the vast desert.The scorching sun outside has gradually set, and the temperature has begun to drop suddenly.Lin Zhendong turned on the high beam, and the light looked a little dim in the dust.

In this stage, the main test is not the driver's fancy driving skills, but the ability to respond to natural obstacles.Although many racing athletes have been buried in this sea of ​​sand over the years, there are still countless people who continue to challenge.

Hong Kuo stared intently at the road ahead, not daring to slack off in the slightest.By tomorrow morning, they can reach the first rest point and end this part of the devil stage.

In the desert at night, the dunes change from gold to silver, looking beautiful and mysterious.Some desert vegetation stands aside, and many companion animals rest on it.Suddenly these small animals all woke up from their dreams, jumped to the ground one after another, and burrowed into the sand.

When Hong Kuo noticed, most of the animals had already been transferred.At this time, the evil wind howled, and billowing black dust was immediately rolled up.

"No, it's a black sandstorm!" Hong Kuo roared.

Black sandstorm is a kind of strong sandstorm, characterized by strong wind, dense sand and dust and almost zero visibility.

Lin Zhendong stepped on the accelerator to increase the speed of the car to the extreme, but the black dust all over the sky was biting tightly behind "Bai Lu" like a net.

It didn't take long for the black sandstorm to catch up with them.The surrounding scene has gradually disappeared, and "Bailu" is also reeling in the storm.

"No, we have to stop." Hong Kuo said anxiously.

"I have to rush out, there is no bunker nearby, and the chance of surviving the black sandstorm is too small." Lin Zhendong said, holding the steering wheel with difficulty.

Before Hong Kuo could retort, it was completely dark as far as he could see, and the car body was rattled by the wind.

"Ah Kuo, I'm sorry." Lin Zhendong's voice came from the darkness.

"Why did you say this suddenly? Don't you know that such words are also considered a death flag?" Hong Kuo tried his best to make a joke.

"I shouldn't have tied you by my side four years ago. I was too selfish." Lin Zhendong replied.

The two fell silent, and there was only the sound of the strong wind beating the car body, which seemed extremely terrifying in the darkness where the hands could not see their fingers.If he went back to four years ago, when Lin Zhendong stood in front of him again and asked him to choose, Hong Kuo felt that he would still choose this path.

"I will not regret it. I am very happy these years, because of the racing car. And because of you..." Hong Kuo suddenly shouted, "Zhendong!"

Because the racing car hit an obstacle, the front of the car plunged forward, and the wind blew the entire car body into the air due to inertia. After a few turns in the air, it hit the ground heavily.Then it was dragged by the strong wind, just like the materials rolled up by the black sandstorm, they kept rolling in the desert.

Hong Kuo gradually lost consciousness in a whirlwind.When he woke up again, he found himself stuck upside down in the car.He quickly looked at the driver's seat and found that Lin Zhendong was also hanging upside down on the seat, and the fire hood had been stained red with his blood.

"Zhendong, wake up." Hong Kuo called Lin Zhendong weakly.

Lin Zhendong seemed to sense something, his eyelashes moved and he opened his eyes.He struggled to lift his hand to undo the seat belt, and just as he broke free, he found a large steel plate stuck in his ribs, and his right arm was also pierced by the steel plate.

He gasped, enduring the pain to unfasten Hong Kuo's seat belt.Because the co-pilot's seat was welded into the front of the car, Hong Kuo was still stuck in the seat even if the belt was untied.

At this time, Lin Zhendong's lost five senses gradually returned, and he smelled a strong smell of gas oil.The gasoline used in racing is extremely high quality and highly flammable, so athletes must wear fire-resistant accessories.But this is actually just seeking psychological comfort. When the real danger comes, nine out of ten people will not be able to escape.

"Zhendong, what's the matter?" Hong Kuo lost too much blood and was still in a daze at the moment, squinting his eyes to see Lin Zhendong anxiously removing his seat.

Because of the violent movement, blood began to gush out from Lin Zhendong's wound, dripping in the car.Seeing the dazzling red color, Hong Kuo sobered up a lot.

"Zhendong, leave me alone, the car is about to explode." Hong Kuo anxiously wanted Lin Zhendong to leave, and all signs indicated that "Bailu" would explode instantly if it was hit by any more impact.

Lin Zhendong pulled out the steel sheet in his hand, and blood splashed out instantly.He pried hard on the alloy steel plate of the front of the car, his face gradually paled due to blood loss.Just when he was about to lose his hold, Hong Kuo finally slid down from the seat.Lin Zhendong bent over and dragged Hong Kuo out. Within ten steps, there was a loud noise accompanied by flames, which exploded the clouds of smoke in the sky.He hugged Hong Kuo tightly in his arms, using his body to block the power of the explosion.

When Hong Kuo woke up again, he saw the white overhead light as soon as he opened his eyes, and the smell of disinfectant water came to his nostrils.He raised his head vigorously and found a woman lying on his bedside asleep.

The woman didn't sleep deeply, Hong Kuo made a slight movement, and the woman woke up suddenly.She looked up and saw that Hong Kuo had regained consciousness, and immediately rushed forward and cried loudly.

"Son! Son, are you okay!"

Hong Kuo opened his mouth and found himself speechless.

At this time, a nurse came in and said to Hong Kuo's mother, "The family members go out first, we need to check the patient's condition."

Hong Kuo's mother nodded with tears in her eyes and walked to the door.Two more doctors came in from the door, looked at Hong Kuo's eyes, and fiddled with his tongue.

"You have been in a coma for a week, and we have operated on your leg. Don't jump around again for a year." The older doctor said.

The nurse brought Hong Kuo the water to moisten his throat and let Hong Kuo drink it. After clearing his throat, Hong Kuo was finally able to speak.

"Doctor, where's Lin Zhendong?"

The atmosphere in the ward suddenly became silent. Seeing that Hong Kuo got up anxiously and wanted to get off the bed, the younger doctor immediately held him down.

"Hong Kuo, please take good care of your body. If something happens to you, your family will be very sad."

Hong Kuo looked at his mother who was crying at the door of the ward, and calmed down.

"I won't mess around, doctor." His voice trembled, "Please tell me about Lin Zhendong's situation."

The young doctor sighed and said: "At that time your racing car exploded, because Lin Zhendong protected you, so you were not burned extensively. However, his back was severely burned, and his ribs were broken, and his hands and feet were shattered due to the concussion. Fracture. Staying in the ICU until now, at least I have been rescued from the gate of death. But from now on, I can no longer drive a racing car."

Hong Kuo's tears dripped on the quilt, forming a large water stain in a short while.

The young doctor added: "You just woke up, take another day off, and I'll take you to see him tomorrow."

Hong Kuo raised his head and said, "Thank you."

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A year later, at Silverstone Circuit in England, Hong Kuo ran to the audience stand with two cones.

"There's only one canteen in a radius of ten miles, here." He handed out one of the cones, and took another bite of the ice cream that was about to melt in his hand.

A slender hand took the cone, but there was a deep red scar on the back of the hand.

"Wang Jin has performed very well, and I will definitely catch up with you after two years of training." Hong Kuo was about to take a second bite when his mouth was licked suddenly.

"It seems yours is sweeter." Lin Zhendong said.

Hong Kuo stuffed the rest of the ice cream into Lin Zhendong's mouth, gritted his teeth and said, "I told you not to mess around outside!"

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