gluttonous adventure king

Chapter 74

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In Kansas, in 1935, people rejoiced and went out to celebrate after weeks of dust storms had subsided.

An hour later, the largest sandstorm ever recorded in civilization hit six states in the western United States. The 39-square-kilometer, 3000-meter-high mobile earth wall ravaged land three times the size of England, shrouded in natural killing.

This time the storm was named Gray Bowl. From outer space, if America is a table, then this sandstorm is like a gray iron bowl turned upside down on the North American continent.The Gray Bowl ravaged 80.00% of the land territory of the United States in three weeks, and spread to the sea area [-] kilometers off the coast of the Atlantic Ocean.

This day is called, Black Sunday.

This word was later given multiple meanings, but once it appeared in literature, it only had one meaning, specifically referring to sandstorms.

November 2010, 11 was another Black Sunday.

The sandstorm this time was only one-thirtieth of the size of the gray bowl, and it almost caused Fang Hong to die in the deserted cave.

The main force of the sandstorm flew by, Fang Hong lifted the thick sand, exposed his head, and took a deep breath.

In sandstorms, human beings may die from any reason, and the biggest killing opportunity is being buried alive by sand and dying from suffocation.

Fang Hong bared his head, took a deep breath, wiped off the sand on his face, and took a sip of water.

"Brother Gun is out!"

"Brother Gun, we thought you were buried!"

Fang Hong let out a sigh of relief: "I was buried in the first place, but I got out again."

"The sandstorm is still raging outside. Going out now is courting death. After dark, there is no way to go out. Tonight, I can only squat here."

"People's eyelashes and nose hair are all for protection from sand. I am very fortunate that my hormones are bursting and I have a lot of hair."

"Bah." It's not the water friend complaining, but Fang Hong spit out a mouthful of mud.

His mouth was full of sand, and after taking a sip of water, he couldn't swallow it, so he just spit it out.

"Now, I can't do anything. I'm going to bed. See you tomorrow."

"Brother Gun, are you sure you want to turn off the live broadcast?"

In fact, in this case, the most terrible thing is not the weather, but loneliness.

Break into the wild world and die friendless.

Fang Hong waved his hand: "If there is a situation, I will start the live broadcast as soon as possible. Goodbye everyone."

At noon in China time, at two o'clock in the morning in western North America, the live broadcast was turned on again.

In the darkness, a ray of light shot out, Fang Hong looked around: "It's a big trouble."

Water flow.

A huge stream of water flowed from above the ground fissure.

The huge sound of water, the water friend heard clearly: "What's the situation?"

"This ground fissure is also a tributary of the Red River water system. I don't know from which direction the rain comes from the direction of this ground fissure, and it will eventually flow into the Red River. I'm in big trouble."

In order to avoid the sandstorm, Fang Hong walked down the ground fissure. This kind of water flow is very fast upstream, but there is not much water. When it reaches the downstream, it slows down, but there is enough water.

In other words, it's almost flooded here.

The water flowed over the knee-high sand.

The water washes the sand, and the water flow becomes turbid. On the other hand, when the water flows through the border, the sand layer here will turn into something like mud. How to walk?

What's more, the temperature is so low at night, if you soak in water, the heat will be lost rapidly, and you will be frozen.

Fang Hong piled the three stones together as fast as he could, then took up the rope, sat on the stones, and watched the sand flow turn into water flow and the water level rise.

The most unlucky thing is that there is an unknown location in front of the ground fissure. There should be a place blocked by stones. After the water flows somewhere, it starts to rise, and the water level of this cave also keeps rising.

There is a natural dam ahead!
"Brother Gun, you are here in the Great Gobi Desert, how can there be so much water? It was also attacked by the current last night, and it will come again tonight?"

Fang Hong was helpless: "How do you think the red conglomerate sedimentary rock here was formed? After weathering, a large amount of sandy soil and gravel were formed, carried by the water flow, superimposed layer by layer, squeezed, and finally turned into sedimentary rock."

"We're just witnessing the tip of an iceberg of countless topographical changes in the Great Rift Valley over the past 32 billion years."

The Great Rift Valley is the favorite place for geological scientists to conduct scientific research. The reason lies in the special terrain. Most of the rocks here are sedimentary rocks, which means that they were formed in the endless years after there was water on the earth, and this landform without volcanoes Igneous rocks, dating back directly to the formation of the Earth.

However, as an adventurer in it, you will enjoy neither igneous nor sedimentary (sedimentary) rock formations.

Facing the rising water level, Fang Hong could only get up and squat on the rock.

"The water level is almost one meter. If there is a huge rock blocking the waterway in front of the unlucky one, maybe the water flow will rise to the entire roof of the cave."

"Now we are in a dilemma, whether we go out and climb up, or wait in the cave, there is a feeling of waiting to die."

The water quickly rose to the height of the rocks, and Fang Hong had no choice but to stand up. As for the hiking bag, Fang Hong, who hadn’t eaten at night, had no choice but to give it up. Anyway, the water was only rising, not a torrent, so he couldn’t wash it away. .

Looking at the rising water level, Fang Hong took a deep breath: "If the water level continues to rise, I will have to choose to climb out of the cave wall to escape for my life. If the water level overflows my calf, I will have to make a choice."

What is gratifying is that after the water level reached Fang Hong's ankle, the rate of ascension slowed down.

Fang Hong let out a sigh of relief: "It seems that the height of the natural dam in front is only this high, and the water level continues to rise because the rapids from behind slow down when passing through this area, resulting in an increase in the water level. You can see me standing in a military posture again."

Speaking of standing in a military posture, the aircraft immediately played a military song.

Fang Hong was powerless to complain and endured silently.

Fang Hong's frost resistance is indeed very strong, but frost resistance and heat preservation are two different things.

If Fang Hong had sufficient physical strength now, he could still move to warm up his body, but he hadn't eaten at night, so he really didn't have the strength to move at this time.

"Nature is really strange. Sandstorms during the day are a symbol of drought, but floods come at night, which is why there are no permanent residents in the Yimapingchuan area of ​​the Great Rift Valley."

"Brother Gun, you are safe now, as long as your life is not in danger."

Fang Hong looked at the surface of the water: "If the water level does not recede, how should I get out tomorrow? Climb directly from the cliff? Or step into the water and struggle through the mud?"

"Wait for the water level to recede. There was no water when it came in here, which means that the boulder has not completely blocked the way."

"It's not necessarily the case now. If the sand brought by the sandstorm just blocks the gap, the water level will not drop in a short time."

After more than an hour, the water level actually dropped, and there was only a few centimeters of water above the sand layer. Fang Hong sat down on the stone pier and said, "I'm going to sleep. I'll find a way to leave when the sun rises."

When it comes to combating desertification, everyone complains about soil erosion and the water content of the sand, but when you encounter mud flats, you only complain, because the water content of the sand is actually very strong.

The water rises and the water falls, the slanting moon sinks westward, the morning light spreads out, and the earth recovers.

The live broadcast is on again.

"Brother Gun, there is no water, only sand!"

"Brother Gun, go out."

"Go out?" Fang Hong pointed at the sand, every step he took was like pulling a carrot.

A water friend saw an uneven piece of sand under the rock: "Brother Gun, what is this piece of sand?"

Fang Hong shrugged: "I don't think you want to know what's underneath."

(End of this chapter)