July and August are the busiest and best seasons on National Highway 109. All kinds of trucks and private cars are crowded together, so densely packed that it makes people feel nervous just looking at it.
The temperature dropped sharply below zero at noon, and my body began to feel sore and painful again. There were faint signs of the annual sequelae of killing the dragon.
The pain in my body made me dare to hide in the car and turn on the hot air, in order to delay the onset of the sequelae of Dragon Killing.
But my cold didn’t let me go.
The discomfort of the cement-sealed nose made me gasp for air with my mouth open, even if I took special cold medicine, it would not help.
Nine hours after the traffic jam, my cold worsened again. All my limbs were in excruciating pain, especially the worst part of the spine in my lower back, which made me relive the pain of the broken and renewed spine.
By three o'clock in the morning, the snow was falling, hail was falling, and the temperature at the Kunlun Pass dropped to minus ten degrees.
The opening that had just been cleared was forced to close again.
Not long after, the most terrifying high altitude sickness that I least wanted to see came along with the extremely cold weather.
The combination of dizziness from high fever and dizziness from a cold made me lose all my strength.
Then came vomiting.
After all the vomiting was gone, I found that my feet were swollen at least twice as thick, and the blood vessels in my temples were pulsing, as if they were about to explode in the next second.
All the high-antipathy collective appeared on my body, and the feeling was a hundred times more painful than the sequelae of killing the dragon.
Fortunately, after taking the highly anti-reactive drug Red Lotus Root given by the man in the windbreaker, the fatal high altitude pulmonary edema did not come. Otherwise, I don’t know if I could persist anymore.
Although Zhang Chaoge prepared a lot of medicine for me, the effect of the medicine was not as good as that of the man in the trench coat.
The man in the windbreaker is affiliated with Tianjianzheng. They are not short of money and the medicines they prepare are the best.
After the blizzard, National Highway 109, which had a backlog of thousands of vehicles and had been waiting for countless hours, was restored in an orderly manner.
Caught in the traffic and moving forward at a snail's pace, I finally survived the fatal high altitude sickness, and the sequelae of killing the dragon disappeared.
But my cold has not improved at all, and my head is still very dizzy.
Cars implement one-way scheduled traffic, but the more than ten kilometers of road took me a full six hours to see the checkpoint.
Just when it was about to be my turn, there was an arrogant and domineering horn sound coming from behind.
In the rearview mirror, blue and white lights flashed endlessly. A series of luxury cars completely ignored the warning of unilateral clearance and rushed directly to the front, constantly honking their horns to force themselves into the queue.
Countless car owners who were waiting in line hated this forced queue-cutting behavior and stuck their heads out one after another.
Several car owners were about to get angry but suddenly shut up.
It's not because the car owners don't dare to curse, it's because the quality of this fleet is really too high.
The leading car is the off-road king Mercedes-Benz Brabus worth 8 million.
Followed by two G63.
What’s cool is that Brabus even has a suction cup police light!
A team with two G63s or more will be really awesome.
Mercedes-Benz Unimog!
Mercedes Amoudiro!
These two cars have very cool names.
Off-road grade RV!
One is equivalent to a supercar.
In today's China, these two mobile castles are envied no matter where they go.
This is not the end.
Behind the Unimog and Amodiro were a Hummer and a George Patton.
Starting with Brabus and finishing with George Patton, in comparison, the G63, which is usually the envy of countless people, is completely worthless.
Traveling in such a huge convoy can only be described as terrifying.
Coupled with the suction cup warning light on the roof of the Brabus, the level of this fleet has directly risen to the highest level of an emperor's outing.
Um.
More awesome than the emperor going on tour.
Many car owners don’t even dare to roll up their car windows and pretend to be
Turn a blind eye.
The many officers on duty at the scene also fell silent at this moment. They watched the other party rush to the front unscrupulously and did not dare to step forward to stop him.
When the oncoming large truck was forced to stop, the owner of the truck pressed the horn anxiously and impatiently, asking Babos to go back by himself.
But Babos didn't pay attention to the car owner at all, and the car speakers blasted out fluent Yandu curses.
"Go back to me! ***!"
I was stuck in a traffic jam for more than 20 hours in freezing cold weather. I finally waited until I was released, but was blocked again. No one had a good temper.
The owner of the truck stuck his head out to argue, and then Brabus coaxed him to push the accelerator, and the thick bumper directly hit the front of the large truck.
The owner of the truck hurriedly opened the door and got out of the truck. He looked at the deformed front of the truck with heartache and begged softly: "My son is severely hyperrefractory and needs to get out immediately. Please let me go first."
"Make it your mother!"
"I was here first."
The door of Babos' car opened, and a young man wearing a big goose down jacket came up and gave the owner of the truck a hard shove: "I'll put it back on my own!"
The owner of the truck, whose face was tanned by ultraviolet rays from the plateau, was full of anxiety and begged: "My son is rushing to save his life. This is his first time driving a car with me. You have a small car..."
"My car is small? I'll treat one car like a hundred of yours."
The young master arrogantly pushed the owner of the truck again: "You have ten seconds to reverse the truck for me. Otherwise, I will burn this lousy truck of yours."
There were obviously people on duty nearby, but the young master dared to make such bold statements, completely treating the owner of the truck as an ant.
The owner of the truck was so worried that he shed tears. He turned to the guard on duty for help, but was ignored.
The truck owner was as helpless as an ant on a hot pot. He knew he couldn't offend the other party and was forced to turn around, but was stumped.
There was a long line of large trucks behind, following closely behind the owner of the truck. There was almost no gap in between, and it was impossible for his car to go back.
If you want to back up, other cars will have to do the same, and even if the car behind you is willing to cooperate, you won't have enough time.
The owner of the truck was so anxious and aggrieved that he took out his smoke and cowered in front of the young master. He bowed and begged to the young master in a low voice, barely even kneeling down to kowtow.
However, the young master didn't like the truck owner at all. Instead, he was violent and pushed the truck owner, scolding him like a dog.
