"The pastures are full of life in the spring, the grasslands are full of cattle and sheep in the summer, the Gobi desert is dry and yellow in the autumn, and it turns white in the winter."

On the radio, Big Ivan was learning to sing a Russian version of a prairie folk song with Uncle Batur with great interest.

Shi Quan slightly released the accelerator to distance himself from the car in front, and then focused on the beautiful scenery outside the car window.

Just like what the song says, both the Gobi and the grasslands are now covered in snow, and even the undulating terrain has become much rounder and smoother because of the snow.

It’s hard for these shepherds who live in the gap between two big countries. It has been more than five hours since we left Ulaanbaatar, and the number of yurts on both sides of the road together does not exceed double digits.

It is hard to imagine that this landlocked country with an area of ​​more than 1.5 million square kilometers has a total population of only more than 3 million. If the land is divided according to the equal distribution method, it can be said that everyone is a landlord, but in fact only the city of Ulaanbaatar

It accommodates nearly half of the country's population. It is a truly vast land with sparsely populated areas, large land and thin material, and the weather is cold and freezing.

Before setting off, Shi Quan was optimistic that the self-driving prairie was just a matter of letting go and having fun, and there were roads everywhere anyway.

But when I started walking, I realized that I thought it was easy. Just an hour ago, Big Ivan, who was at the end of the queue, wanted to take a shortcut. As a result, within ten meters of driving out, the front of the car plunged into a snow cave more than one meter deep.

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If this guy hadn't reacted quickly enough, the couple would have died before they even got out of the way.

Having learned from the past, everyone followed Batur's ruts on the road ahead, not daring to take a step beyond it.

According to Batur, it would have been fine in previous years, but this year there has been heavy snowfall in Mongolia, especially in the rarely inhabited Gobi.

Due to the wind, the snow depth has exceeded one meter.

"Uncle Batur, where will we camp tonight?"

On the radio, Nasha yawned and asked. She got up early today and only had a few bites with Big Ivan at the airport at noon. At this time, she was hungry and sleepy.

"More than 30 kilometers further on, there is a cave in the Gobi Desert. We will go there to spend the night."

"It's all up to you."

Big Ivan continued, "I will be on duty tonight, and Nasha will drive for me tomorrow. At our current speed, we will definitely be able to drive to Tahir tomorrow night."

"Then thank you for your hard work."

Shi Quan picked up the table and joked, "But be careful not to be snatched away by a female bear. It's hard to find a male bear with your skin and tender flesh here."

"You should also be careful of the she-wolf in the Gobi."

For a moment, the radio channel started a war of words, and even the taciturn Uncle Batur was not spared.

Amid laughter and laughter, the three vehicles finally arrived at the Gobi cave that Batur had mentioned.

"I've heard legends about this place since I was a child."

Batur turned the front of the car and pointed the searchlight at the cave. "In the legend of the Gobi, this was once a cursed place where the gods sent down their wrath. The gods rained fire on this Gobi, cursing that no grass would grow here for 30,000 years.

If there is not a drop of rain for ten thousand years, the dug spring water will not be drinkable for thirty thousand years. The only ones who can live here are the prairie wolves. However, as the environment has become worse and worse in the past few years, even the wolves here have migrated.

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Batur introduced his hometown in a lonely tone, "If you are interested, you can go and have a look in the cave. There are several historic rock paintings there. In the past few years, Mongolian officials invited archaeological experts from China to come and take a look.

, said to be the ancestor of a nomadic people that has disappeared.”

"How about we go take a look together?" Nasha asked over the radio with great interest.

"You are the boss, I listen to you." After saying this, Shi Quan jumped out of the cab with a rifle.

At this time, Batur dug out half a gasoline barrel from nowhere and propped it up among the three cars. It seemed that he was preparing to bury the pot to make rice.

"Uncle Batur, do you want to come together?"

"You guys go together, I'll make you a goat's milk stew. I used to come to this place to graze my cattle when I was a kid. I know the location of every stone with my eyes closed."

Batur pointed casually, "There is a small hot spring about two hundred meters over there. It is under the black boulder. The water temperature is enough to cook eggs. If you are interested, you can try it. Oh, don't

Drink the water from the hot springs, the water can poison a cow."

"Don't worry, we will be careful!"

Nasha held up her SLR to take a snapshot of the busy Batur, and then asked with a smile, "Where do you want to go first?"

Big Ivan put the eggs he had just taken from the car into his pocket and said, "Let's go to the hot springs first."

"You two go to the hot spring to cook eggs, and I'll go hang out in the cave."

Shi Quan waved his hand knowingly, he didn't want to be a qualified light bulb.

Saying goodbye to the dog men and women, I climbed four or five meters up the hill and saw a cave entrance the size of a bathtub. The cave was less than 10 meters deep but more than three meters high. The top of the cave was full of smoke and fire.

trace.

Shi Quan held a flashlight in his right hand and searched on the rock wall, and sure enough he found a deep red rock painting. Simple lines outline hunting humans, unknown animals fleeing in panic, and the sun hanging in the sky.

That drop-shaped fireball seemed to be falling from mid-air.

Is this the legendary god raining down fire?

Shi Quan continued to walk deeper into the cave, but the rock paintings behind him were vaguely visible as if they had been blackened by fire.

"Which primitive man is so wicked? He has no artistic ability at all."

Shi Quan unscrewed the thermos cup in his hand and poured some hot tea on the rock paintings, trying to wipe off the blackened rock walls.

But the moment his finger touched the rock painting, a red light flashed from the vein on his wrist. When he came to his senses, the rock painting was still a rock painting.

But at this moment, in the field of vision of Shi Quan's left eye, an unusually realistic terrain map slowly unfolded.

Not to mention this, a highly realistic animation is still being performed on the flat terrain map.

It was a meteorite that emitted a hot red light due to friction with the atmosphere. It carried a white smoke tail and slid diagonally through the air, sliding over the heads of the ancient people wearing animal skins who were busy hunting.

Later, the meteorite exploded in mid-air, and the ground shook. All kinds of unnamed animals fled in all directions, and the ancient people who were hunting knelt on the ground and shouted incomprehensible words.

The clip ended like a cutscene, and there were three more arrows emitting light golden light in Shiquan's map field of vision!

"Is this even okay?"

Shi Quan was stunned. After working on the Leopard Tank for more than a month, he almost forgot that all the arrows in the map field of view had long been dug up.

He didn't even expect that this bracelet had such a strong taste. Even if he burned old maps, he even burned the rock paintings and made new patterns. This time the arrows turned out to be golden! I'm extremely sorry for being late. I was there yesterday.

I planned to post late at night because I wanted to sleep in today, but I set the time wrong. I got up and took a look at the 68 collections today, and there were 195 weekly recommendations!
Chapter completed!