The roaring sand is destroying the desert land.
The man stood up.
His head was dizzy and bloated from lack of food and water. He quickly opened the kettle in a panic.
The man pressed his forehead, and everything he saw just now slowly dimmed in color.
He knew that it might just be a hallucination before his death.
Those hallucinations may be meaningless.
He may still not be able to get out of this desert of despair.
But it was enough to reignite the fire in my heart.
"I have to get out, get out of here." The man faced the rolling yellow sand outside the cave.
There is not much water, and there is not much dry food.
There is absolutely no way he can hold out until the sandstorm subsides.
This man stood up again, holding out his battered chest and letting the reborn beast roar.
He wants to get out.
Taking a deep breath, the man walked straight into the sandstorm.
The yellow sand is raging, the sky is chaotic, the light penetrates through the flying gravel with difficulty, and is refracted. The strong wind sometimes comes from the west, sometimes from the east, with no rules. It is manic and restless, trying to make all living creatures crawl and bury them in this unruly place. In a sandstorm. The sandstorm is destroying and destroying!
The man struggled to move forward in the sandstorm.
A calf has been fractured, and the man felt that it began to swell slightly. In two days, the swelling would become a large mass filled with congestion. The man was limping. He squinted his eyes and put his palms in front of his eyes to block the blow to his face. Dust.
This man, who was dying just now, felt indescribable strength burst out from every inch of his body. He even used his wounds, just to keep moving forward.
This is not a flashback, which will be fleeting after burning, but more like a long-planned explosion, a kind of dead hesitation before the rainstorm.
As the man walked forward, he heard the wind howling loudly.
He was covered in yellow sand and was dragging his feet. His thighs sank into the deep sand again and again. He only had to fall down once and he would be instantly buried by the sand.
This unruly sandstorm wants to destroy him, destroy this man who has regained his soul! Destroy this person who has not yet given up hope!
"No," the man heard the cry in his heart, "You can't!"
The man walked as fast as he could, almost falling several times but regaining his footing in time. The sand and dust under him became thicker and thicker.
The sand swept in from all directions by the strong wind seems to have countless hands, trying to trap the people who are moving forward here and stay here forever!
"Neither can you!"
The man resolutely used his legs to open up one section of the road after another, as if riding the wind and waves, regardless of the many screams and screams behind him.
No setbacks can stop him, no rope can strangle the beast in his heart.
The man moved his arms and dragged his entire body forward.
He wants to get out, get out of here.
Return to Alambiin, to the liberated people.
The sandstorm was obviously angry, the wind was more fierce than ever before, the sand waves were heavy, and the terrifying gravel as big as a bean was blown over like a sharp arrow. It swept over and made people crawl! Peel off the skin and flesh of a person and turn them into the bones of an innocent soul under the dust!
The man's bloodshot eyes were staring at the road ahead, the way back blocked by thick sand barriers.
"You still can't!"
He heard the hoarse cry in his heart.
In this broken body, there is a soul that is no longer willing to surrender.
If the soul has its weight, no body in this world can bear it.
Even though he was crumbling and it seemed that the man might be knocked down by the sand at any time, he still moved forward.
The rising gravel hit him like a shower, but it couldn't stop him. He walked straight through the layers of sand curtains.
The Jieao Sandstorm miscalculated after all. It would not know that this man would never be defeated again.
No matter how big or violent the sandstorm is, it will eventually have an end.
Gradually, the man felt that the gravel began to lose strength, the wind and waves gradually weakened, the sea of sand under his feet became thinner and thinner, and the earth behind him was no longer wild and restless.
It seemed like a miracle that he walked out of the sandstorm alone.
Looking back, the man stared at the gradually calming desert.
"You can't destroy me."
He was relieved.
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After walking for almost a whole day and night, the man finally saw traces of plants.
It was an aloe vera plant, with fleshy green branches and leaves, rooted in the sand in clusters.
The man rushed forward impatiently, almost throwing himself at it. He used his remaining strength to break off an aloe vera leaf, tear open the skin, and greedily suck the juice inside.
After absorbing the juice, he ate the aloe vera meat raw. The smooth and cool transparent leaf flesh penetrated into the throat. The man patted his chest to prevent choking.
The man broke off piece after piece, sucking the juice and swallowing the aloe flesh.
Thirst and hunger slowly subsided, even a slight cramp from the sudden filling.
After breaking off almost all the branches and leaves of a ball of aloe vera, the man satisfied his hunger and thirst for many days, clapped his hands, stood up, and suddenly realized that night was approaching.
"If there is aloe vera, there should be a water source nearby, maybe an oasis." After replenishing the water, the man said to himself.
There are other aloe vera plants on the sand, growing in patches, like long green ribbons.
The man walked down the aloe vera trees, and saw more and more clusters of aloe vera plants. He couldn't help but speed up his pace. He was used to walking in the desert without fear of falling.
Soon, from a distance, he saw the crown of a palm tree emerging from the top of the mound.
Although he had expected it, the man still couldn't tell how excited he was. He bent down, pressed his hands on the mound, climbed to the top of the mound, and the beautiful scenery in front of him suddenly became clear.
A clear river with gurgling water flows slowly downhill. Palms can be seen scattered along the bank.
In addition to palms and reeds, there were also some cacti and other plants taking root in the soft sand. The man ran towards the oasis and excitedly took a palmful of water and splashed it on his face.
The man inadvertently raised his head and saw a tree with strange-shaped roots standing horizontally above his head. The tree was dark brown, strong, with a straight trunk, about ten meters high. It was a Populus euphratica full of vitality.
The man untied the kettle and put it into the river. He filled the whole kettle and poured it into the river. Satisfied and excited, the man pointed the spout at his throat and poured water. Then he picked up the water and poured it into the bruised and swollen part of his calf.
Finally saved, the man let out a long sigh of relief, lay down his exhausted body under the poplar tree, facing the mantle of the sky, resting his head on the roots of the tree, and gently closed his eyes.
"Lord, praise you."
In the night, God stood on the mound where he stood, watching him from a distance.
The man suffered successive defeats and betrayals, his horse died, his calf was broken, and he almost gave up all hope.
But this man who had tasted all the suffering in the world survived. Even though he was still trapped in the endless desert, he survived strongly.
He hasn't lost hope yet.
God foresaw the day when man would walk out of the desert. It was only a matter of time, because nothing could destroy him.
The man has walked out of the Egypt in his heart.
Then, it is to lead the entire nation and all the liberated people.
God could foresee that day.
