It's okay to go without food for a short period of time. Without water, the pigeon will soon feel difficulty breathing.

The long yellow sand penetrated into the mouth along the nostrils, the scorching sun burned the feathers, and the strong wind blew heat waves, and the whole world seemed to have turned into a huge cage.

There is nowhere to hide.

Finally, a patch of withered yellow bushes appeared in front of the desolate and desolate place.

Pigeons born in pigeon lofts are used to seeing trees, flowers and grass. No matter how high-rise buildings block the sky, as long as they fly high, the city will be full of greenery of all sizes.

It has never wanted a touch of green as much as it does now.

Will there be water?

The homing pigeon did not land directly, it was afraid of another sand snake.

There are no Sand Snakes, but there are other, greater dangers!

When it circled for a few times and just couldn't wait to land, a group of bushes suddenly moved. It was a jackal!

Homing pigeons that have never been to the desert are simply meat delivered to their doorsteps in the eyes of indigenous predators.

The sharp canine teeth penetrated one of its wings, and the heart-rending pain was like a huge wave. The pigeon was desperate. It used all its strength to peck at the jackal's narrow and sinister eyes - this was taught to it by a senior.

If you are in danger, don’t be afraid. No matter how powerful the enemy is, his eyes are also his weak point.

The jackal was in pain, and was slapped violently a few more times before subconsciously letting go.

However, it is only temporarily out of danger. Where can a homing pigeon with an injured wing escape?

God seems to have decided to let it survive.

A similar creature fell from the sky and landed in the jackal's mouth. It didn't have much hair on its body, and its pink flesh could be seen. There was a ferocious gash in its belly, and its bright red flesh rolled outside. It escaped from the eagle's mouth.

The dying fellow saw it and murmured with the last bit of strength: "Run."

run!

It was already dying, and even without the jackal, it wouldn't have been able to survive for long with the wounds that had disemboweled it.

As a pigeon, it knows that at this moment, all its kind have only one belief - to go home and return to their loved ones.

It used its own flesh and blood to give its kind a chance to escape.

The jackal, which had not eaten for an unknown amount of time, devoured it. Soon, only one paw that was still trembling slightly was left. It stopped. On the paw, there was a metal ring that the teeth could not bite.

The anklet that shines in the sunlight is engraved with a code in English and numbers.

, is the country where it lives.

20xx, the year he was born, 16, the carrier pigeon association code of the province where he is located, and the remaining digits are his ID number, a unique number.

The jackal simply bit his claws in two and vomited out the bloody and inedible anklet.

One homing pigeon obviously wasn't enough to eat, and then it remembered that there was another one with a bitten wing.

The bush used to be a depression that had dried up long ago. The water disappeared, and the large dry bush became a rare habitat.

The homing pigeon did not dare to look back, and ran into the bushes. The hard wood thorns took away the soft feathers piece by piece. On the hot sand and gravel, blood dripped drop by drop. Fortunately, it was small enough to stick to the ground. Fortunately, it was small enough to stick to the ground.

Wolves are afraid of wood thorns.

I don't know how long it lasted, but it ran headlong into a soft embrace.

A pair of thick thighs covered with thick down, like an eagle, but without the sharp claws of an eagle. Its claws are black with three lobes, and together they look a bit like donkey's hooves.

What's this?

The homing pigeon raised its head in fear, and when it saw its appearance clearly, it became less afraid.

It is a bird, like a chicken or a fat pigeon. The yellow feathers on its neck are darker than the sand, like a beautiful scarf. The feathers on its body are like those of the Sand Snake and Jackal before. It is mainly yellow, mixed with black.

of small dots.

Its dark eyes stared directly at the carrier pigeon, as if trying to identify something.

Before the homing pigeon could react, the sand grouse opened its warm embrace that smelled of sand, hugged it tightly, and said distressedly: "Poor little boy, whose baby are you? Where are your parents?"

Baby?

The pigeon wanted to explain, but he didn't want to let go of this life-saving opportunity.

A familiar voice came from the sky, and another sand grouse flew over. It was bigger, with thicker feathers, especially its claws, which were so thick that they seemed to be able to crack the earth.

The pigeon smells the moist breath.

It's water, how can it smell like water?

It raised its head and looked eagerly at the sand grouse flying in the sky. The smell of water came from the black feathers on its chest.

The sand grouse seemed to see its desire and flew to its head - turned around in a circle and then flew away for some reason.

At this time, the mother sand grouse hugging her gently shouted: "Husband, you are such a blind man, I am here, can't you see?"

The father sandgrouse locked onto the direction of the sound, and just as it flew closer, the homing pigeon was surrounded by the moist breath that covered his head and face.

"Honey, I'm back." The sand grouse's father proudly said with his strong chest, "I brought a lot of water."

After saying that, it saw the carrier pigeon and wondered: "Whose child is this? Why does it look weird?"

"I don't know, I just picked it up." The sand grouse's mother pushed away and brought her wet breast in front of her, "I'm not thirsty, so hurry up and give the baby water first."

The black feathers on the father's chest are very special, like a sponge soaked in water. They don't need to use force and will slide off with a gentle squeeze.

The homing pigeon didn't care about anything else. It plunged in and almost drank its life away.

Sandgrouse's eyesight is not very good and they suffer from severe night blindness. Especially at night, their eyes are completely dark and they can't see anything. However, they have extremely sensitive hearing.

The sandgrouse mother's little ears in the feathers moved slightly: "A jackal is coming. Husband, you take the baby and hide, and I will lure it away."

Desert water is so precious. In order to find water, the sand grouse father has to fly dozens of kilometers every day and bring it back. He is already exhausted.

Without waiting for the homing pigeon to dissuade her, the mother sandgrouse flew high into the sky and flew toward the jackal that was chasing after the smell of blood.

"Coo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo."

"You slutty wolf, come on, come on, eat me if you can."

"Wow wow wow."

The jackal, who has a fierce and sinister face that looks like a villain, screams like a child crying.

Sand and dust were flying in the bushes, wolf and chicken feathers were flying, and the sound gradually faded away.

Not long after, the mother sandgrouse came back with disheveled hair. Although she looked miserable, the jackal was successfully lured away by her.

In this way, the homing pigeon was taken in by the bad-sighted sand grouse couple.

Every day at dawn, the father sand grouse flies to a water source dozens of kilometers away. He fights with jackals, pulls with vultures, and brings back a chest full of precious water.

The water, with its strong earthy smell, was completely incomparable to the pure water the pigeons drank every day.

But it is more precious than life.

The mother sandgrouse is a good at making ends meet and knows where there are grass seeds and tender shoots that can feed her hunger.

The homing pigeons later told their origins.

The sand grouse mother and the sand grouse father were so moved that they even cried and felt thirsty. Then they got better at it.

It took more than half a month for the injury to heal.

The father of the sand grouse has been to many places in the desert. Once, he flew for a whole week in search of water, but he never saw the green city that the pigeon talked about.

That's a very, very far away place.

They can't keep the homing pigeons who want to go home.

On the day of departure, the sand grouse's father took it a long way with a breast full of water. He didn't wave his wings to say goodbye until the water in the breast completely dried up.

In more than half a month, the pigeon learned a lot of survival knowledge, including how to identify whether there are sand snakes hidden in the sand, and where jackals often appear.

It was extremely cold in the desert at night, and the cold wind could blow through its feathers, making it shiver because it was summer and it had not yet grown the thick winter feathers.

The desert is hot and dry during the day. After flying for a while, I will feel thirsty and dizzy.

But in the distance, there is my wife's gentle eyes.

A few days later, he encountered a wild camel.

The wild camel was also moved by its story and took it to the water source with its gentle hump.

A few days later, a human figure finally appeared in the distance ahead. It flew out, and the distance between home and home became closer and closer.

The dangers we encountered later were nothing compared to the desert, such as kestrels, stray cats, bird nets laid by humans, and slingshots thrown by human children, because there was water and fresh grass seeds.

Perhaps because it had been away from home for too long, it got lost and flew in the opposite direction many times.

The atmosphere in the live broadcast room was solemn.

Although I don’t know what it has gone through, it is a miracle that it came back alive despite the thousands of kilometers of mountains and rivers and the desolate Gobi Desert.

Liang Jinxiu took a deep breath: "Give me that person's mobile phone number."

It is impossible to let the carrier pigeon go back. Even if the person temporarily agrees, no one can guarantee what will happen next. For him, this is a carrier pigeon that has no value.
To be continued...