Survival on Mars Live

Chapter 15 Sandstorm

[Barrage: Hahaha... chicken ass! 】

[Barrage: Chicken butt, you are really 666...]

[Barrage: This must have been lost by the anchor sleepwalking a few nights ago. 】

[Bullet screen: 666... ​​Chicken butt is okay. 】

[Barrage: According to my speculation, there are people BBQing here, so there must be people living nearby, or there is a road, the distance will not exceed 10 kilometers. If you know someone who has BBQ in the Gobi Desert, then you can accurately find the location of the anchor. 】

[Bullet screen: I'm going to die after eating the leftover chicken butt, my stomach hurts, I'm going to die from laughter. 】

Looking at the chicken butt, it is obviously cooked. Judging from the appearance, the grilling technique is not bad, the outside is charred and the inside is tender, at least at the level of a master.

After careful observation, the chicken butt looks a lot like a chicken butt, but it doesn't look like a chicken butt, and I'm not sure if it's a real chicken butt, but I can be sure that it's a bird's butt.

Could it be Martian Chicken?

Shaking his head, Chen Mulin didn't dare to make a conclusion now. It seemed that he could only put it away and take it back for analysis by the supercomputer.

Putting the chicken butt away, Chen Mulin continued to observe the traces on the ground, looking for clues around the fire, he was sure that there must be some traces left behind.

To start a fire in the thin atmosphere, without auxiliary tools, Chen Mulin would not believe it even if he was killed.

Sure enough, Chen Mulin found something strange about five meters away from the fire pile as the center. It was a central pothole covered by sand and dust, about the size of a fist.

Then, he found four similar potholes, which were divided into four corners, showing a square shape, which seemed to be used to fix something.

Could it be that a tent has been pitched here?

It seems that the only explanation is this, otherwise how could such a thin atmosphere make a fire, it must be a sealed tent, and it is a tent with an air circulation system.

As for how the carbon dioxide produced by the burning of the sealed tent is discharged, perhaps the Martians have not considered this issue at all. After all, more than 90.00% of the Martian atmosphere is carbon dioxide. Tents are built just to make a fire.

Chen Mulin spoke out his thoughts, which naturally caused a burst of complaints from the water friends in the live broadcast room.

[Barrage: If there are Martians, I will live broadcast and eat shit. 】

[Barrage: Don't Martians eat chicken butts? 】

[Barrage: Tents that can be used on Mars, don't need 998, and don't need 98, now you only need 9.8 to take it home. 】

[Barrage: Anchor, wake up, it's time to go back and grow potatoes! 】

[Barrage: Stop fooling around, go home and eat chicken ass. 】

Chen Mulin didn't care at all, and continued with his speculation.

"Perhaps the Martians are very technologically advanced. There might be such a tent. After all, with technology, anything is possible."

"Take my Mars base as an example. It can also be regarded as a tent, but it is a bit bulkier than ordinary tents, and it can't be carried with you, but it's all the same."

"In my opinion, the chances of Martians are very high, and they should live underground."

While talking, Chen Mulin saw such a barrage.

[Barrage: In my opinion, the anchor is going to be unlucky! 】

"Unlucky, why should I be unlucky?" Chen Mulin asked very puzzled.

[Barrage: Look at the back, it's cold! 】

"Behind?"

Chen Mulin murmured, turned around and almost collapsed to the ground in fright.

The distance is dark, not dark clouds, nor the sun setting, but a wall of sand that cannot be seen from the top.

Sandstorm!
Chen Mulin's heart was extremely complicated, and he felt like his heart would stop beating.

Looking at this formation, the level is not low, and it is many times stronger than the one a few nights ago.

The speed of the sandstorm was astonishingly fast, and it was almost blown to Chen Mulin's place just in a daze.

[Barrage: It's cold! 】

[Barrage: Who will come to the science to make up for it, can the green screen achieve such an effect? 】

[Barrage: The anchor died on the spot. 】

……

Not so unlucky, right?
Now Chen Mulin has no mind to pay attention to these barrages.

At a critical moment, I still think about how to save my life.

Just being exposed to the outside like this was not an option, so he got into the rover without even thinking about it.

In the car, Chen Mulin looked at the computer and saw that it was indeed the sandstorm detected that day.

Somehow, in the process of gradually growing, it changed direction, and the diameter was blown here, and even the base was on the way.

To make matters worse, this location is right in the center of a sandstorm.

Looking at the speed of the sandstorm, it is obviously impossible to return to the base now, and there is a small plain around, not even a small hill.

Chen Mulin couldn't help but think too much, now he can only use the probe car to resist.

Hope the rover doesn't get blown over!

He immediately started the probe car, began to adjust its position, and turned the front of the car in the direction of the sandstorm.

Now he can only do this. If it is still in the same position, placed horizontally, it will undoubtedly be blown over.

As for why the front of the car is facing the wind, it is because the front of the probe car is relatively heavy, and the parking space is a bucket. When there is no load, it is similar to facing the wind from the side, and it is very easy to be blown over.

[Barrage: I like to watch the anchor dying. 】

[Barrage: True or false, sandstorm, I haven't seen it until now. 】

[Barrage: Give up the treatment, it's hopeless. 】

[Barrage: Give incense to the anchor. 】

[Barrage: Hurry up and send a wave of gifts, otherwise there will be no chance in the future. 】

[Barrage: The scene of death on the spot. 】

[Barrage: What if Mars encounters a sandstorm?Anxiously waiting online. 】

……

The barrage took off in the live broadcast room, and Chen Mulin didn't even look at it. He tapped the keyboard quickly with both hands, and even connected the communication with the supercomputer.

As soon as the connection was made, Chen Mulin hurriedly said, "Xuannv, I encountered a sandstorm here, which happened to be in the center of the traveling route. I'm currently on the detection vehicle. I don't know if this vehicle can tolerate grass?"

【Xuannu: "Mr. Chen like this, the Mars rover is not strong enough to withstand such a strong sandstorm, and it is very likely to be blown apart by the wind and sand."】

Hearing this, Chen Mulin's heart darkened a bit: "Is there no way to deal with it?"

【Xuannu: "I'm sorry, no, but Mr. Chen, you can pray for the blessing of the Lord Buddha."】

Hearing this, Chen Mulin wanted to scold people. The Lord Buddha can't even control the earth, but how can he control himself, a person far away on Mars?

Angrily disconnecting the communication, Chen Mulin's eyes showed a trace of fear as he watched the sandstorm approaching with incomparably complicated heart.

Natural disasters, indeed, cannot be resisted by manpower.

Could it be that I, who is handsome and unrestrained, will hang on Mars?

For a time, the small space was filled with sorrow.

(End of this chapter)