This was the time of day when the sun was at its most intense. The temperature in the Gobi Desert had already exceeded 40 degrees. Zhang Heng put his backpack on his head to slightly block the direct sunlight. However, this move was of little use. He walked along the railway. After walking for a while, the skin exposed outside his sleeves became red from the sun. The heat wave steamed, and the vision in front of him became distorted.
As a last resort, he had to find a backlit rock wall, sit down and rest for a while, waiting for the sun to shift slightly before setting off again. During this period, there was a whiptail lizard hiding in the same shadow as him to escape the heat.
Zhang Heng also trained in desert survival in the Apollo program training camp, but that was when supply packages were available. NASA still did a good job in this regard. Basically all emergencies were taken into consideration, and anti-inflammatory drugs were also used. He was prepared, but this time it was different. Zhang Heng was suddenly thrown into the Gobi by the game system. From the clothes he wore to the equipment he carried, he was not adapted to desert survival.
However, now that he has found the railway track, Zhang Heng’s original plan was to walk along the railway track for a while, and then wait until the train came and then take the train to the next settlement. However, I don’t know if it was because of his bad luck. Two days have passed since then. He hadn't seen a train for many hours, so he could only continue walking on his own legs.
This time he walked for almost four hours, and the water in his body evaporated quickly. Not only did the corners of his mouth begin to become dry and cracked, but his exposed calves and arms were also slightly red and swollen, indicating that he had been slightly sunburned.
Fortunately, at this time he could also see the small town in the wind and sand in the distance.
Zhang Heng's anxious heart was finally relieved.
Like most small towns in the West at this time, the town in front of him, whose name he did not yet know, was built on railways. The railway tracks ran through the center of the town, with residential buildings on one side and taverns, theaters, casinos and the like on the other side. Entertainment areas, this is because drunk people are often prone to causing trouble, so it is necessary to isolate these revelers.
However, when Zhang Heng got closer, he still discovered some unusual places.
The most important thing is that it is too deserted here.
Although there were houses with open doors along the way, Zhang Heng could not see a single person inside, and all the things had been moved. Zhang Heng walked into a house casually and found that the ground was full of dust. Its owner had obviously not been back for a long time.
The situation in other nearby residential buildings was similar. The only difference was the bar in the town. Zhang Heng saw eight horses outside the door.
Considering that this was probably the only place in town with people, he didn't hesitate for long before pushing open the door to the bar.
Unlike the empty town outside, the bar was very lively. Four men were playing poker at a table while cursing loudly at each other. There was also a drunk guy lying down directly on a table by the window. On the table, snoring loudly, the lame bar owner was counting the wine on the wine rack. On another table were two slightly quieter young people, one was cleaning his rifle, and the other was playing with it. Holding a dagger.
When Zhang Heng walked in, it was like someone pressed the silence button, and the noisy bar suddenly became quiet.
Zhang Heng can understand their thoughts. After all, his 21st century attire looks a bit too trendy in this era. Coupled with his skin color, it is difficult not to attract attention.
However, he was not here for a blind date, and he didn't care too much about other people's opinions of him. He took a general glance at the surrounding environment, walked straight to the bar, and put down his backpack.
"Excuse me, bring me a glass of water...wine is fine too."
However, the lame boss did not turn around when he heard this. In fact, he acted as if he had not heard anything and was still arranging the wine rack.
Zhang Heng frowned, because the immigration composition of the United States is very complex. It is not only English and Scottish people, but also people from many other countries. Therefore, although this situation is relatively rare, it cannot be ruled out that the boss does not know English. , so Zhang Heng asked again in French and Spanish.
The result is still ineffective.
Instead, a bearded man put down the poker in his hand and walked over. Unlike his rough appearance like a furry bear, he was unexpectedly polite and asked Zhang Heng, "Do you mind if I sit next to you?" In position?"
"No, please." Zhang Heng said, paused and then asked, "Since you are guests here, you should be able to answer my next question. Is the owner of this bar deaf?"
"Hahahaha." The bear-like man laughed twice when he heard this, but he did not immediately answer Zhang Heng's question, but said with interest, "Where do you come from, my friend, I don't Didn’t see your horse out there.”
"Others...in the town." Zhang Heng said.
"But as far as I know, there are no other towns within a hundred miles of here."
"So as you can see, I've walked a long way." Zhang Heng said. He glanced sideways at the table where the man was sitting before and pointed to the bottle of whiskey on it. "Can you give me a drink? I've been here for a long time." No more water."
"Of course, of course. As the saying goes, good wine should always be shared with friends." The bear-like man smiled, but he did not get up. Instead, he still sat where he was, looking at Zhang Heng and blinking. "You are a Chinaman, aren't you? Although you look stronger than most Chinamen, you wear weird clothes, and you don't have anything like that on the back of your head..."
The bear-like man made a braided gesture, "Don't be nervous. I also had two Chinese friends before. They opened a grocery store in the town. I like them. Sincerely, I always patronize their store." Shops, those hard-working and tireless little things, are like bees flying in your ears every day, buzzing, buzzing, buzzing. Forgive me, I haven’t read many books. This metaphor may not be appropriate... until One day, there was a little problem in our friendship.”
The look on the bear-like man's face looked very troubled, "You can judge. That morning, I went to their store as usual and picked up some honey candles, food, and about two bottles of wine. Before leaving, they suddenly stopped me and asked me to pay and pay off my previous debts. This behavior deeply hurt me. In view of the deep friendship between us, I don't think this Pure feelings can be measured in money, so I put down the honey, the candles, the bacon and ham in my hand, and then opened one of the bottles of wine and took two big sips.
"During this process, my two friends kept chattering in my ears, so I had to pull out the revolver on my waist and shot each of their cute little heads, and then... … All of our problems were suddenly solved.”
The bear-like man smiled, "Now, let me answer your previous question. No, one-legged Randall's ears are not deaf. Considering his age, this old bastard's ears are more sensitive than a dog. He He clearly heard every word you said, but...he just fucking doesn't care at all."
