After a week of preparation, Akinfeev took the people on a journey to the Nevada desert.
Since he was in the Philippines, Akinfeev brought more than twenty mercenaries with quite good quality this time, including many heavy weapons.
Considering the special nature of the hinterland of the desert, Mufarah and Xavier, who had arrived there before, spent a lot of money to find a local guide named Amir.
According to the action plan Akinfeev and his team made before setting off, they would drive to the village of Bossa. After arriving there, they would no longer drive off-road vehicles, but would switch to the local means of transportation - camels.
In the desert, off-road vehicles cannot move forward at all.
Bossa Village is a small village located on the edge of the desert. The whole village is not big, with only about a hundred people, and it is a typical nomadic village.
There is a village established by nomadic people dozens of kilometers away from this village deep in the desert. From the map, next to that village is the headquarters of Simulation Eagle Technology Company.
In the desert, the distance of dozens of kilometers seems not far, but in fact it takes several hours. This is if you are lucky. If you are unlucky and encounter a sandstorm, it will take a day or two.
possible.
At first, they could still see patches of oasis land, but as they continued to approach Chaobosa Village, the oasis in front of them was gradually replaced by the endless desert and the long-dead Populus euphratica trees.
replaced by trees.
"Guys, this used to be an oasis, a land of plenty." Amir said seriously.
"You can see those tall and withered Hulilin." Akinfeev nodded. In a corner, he also saw sampans used for shipbuilding. Judging from the traces of weathering, this place was once a
The land of plenty was at least hundreds of years ago.
"The environment here is so bad. How do the villagers in Bossa Village make a living? They can't live on the barren desert land." Akinfeev has lived in the plains of Maozi Country since he was a child, where
The land is fertile and the terrain is flat, making it a famous granary in Europe.
"Actually, Bossa Village is not bad. It's just a small village on the edge of the desert. They have their own unique way of finding water sources. In addition, they also plant drought-tolerant crops. And the desert is not necessarily all desert.
There is an oasis." Amir said with a smile.
"Really? I thought there was yellow sand everywhere." Akinfeev said with a smile.
"You will know when you go there." Amir said with a slight smile.
Compared to Akinfeev who spoke more, the black people changed their previous excitement. He seemed a little drowsy on the bumpy off-road vehicle.
As they went deeper into their destination, the road under their feet became more difficult to drive. By the time they arrived at Bossa Village, it was already past eleven o'clock at noon.
Sure enough, Bossa Village is like a holy place in the desert. There are dense sea buckthorn trees and tall poplar trees growing here, like an isolated village in the desert.
"Is the village at our destination also like this village?" Akinfeev couldn't help but ask.
Amir nodded, "It's almost like this, but the surrounding conditions are worse."
…
Amir is a native of the local area, so this language is naturally used by him to communicate with the villagers.
After a simple exchange, Amir returned to Akinfeev and the others.
"They said that several groups of people had gone deep into the desert recently, and they all brought camels with them. However, because they were far away, they didn't see clearly who those guys were. But judging from their clothes, they didn't look like them.
He's a local."
"In which direction are they going?" Akinfeev asked quickly.
Amir shook his head and said: "They didn't say that, because there is a branch road from this place deep into the desert, which is about ten kilometers away from here. After the branch road, it is divided into two, and one is to go to us.
Destination, the other one is in the completely opposite direction."
"How far is the distance between the two villages?" Akinfeev frowned. In this desert, a journey of dozens of kilometers is comparable to the time spent on a journey of hundreds of kilometers.
"More than thirty kilometers away." Amir said after thinking for a while.
"After entering here, it branches off ten kilometers away, and then we go left. That's probably what it means, right?" Akinfeev repeated.
"Yes, that's probably what it means." Amir nodded.
"Okay, man, I get it, what about the camels? Is this problem solved?"
"I'm going to rent their camels now," Amir said.
Not long after, Amir brought more than ten camels.
Looking at these tall desert boats in front of him, Akinfeev couldn't help but pat the hump of a camel.
Then, he said to Amir again, "Let's eat here. After eating, we can quickly enter the desert and try to get there before dark."
Fighting at night is their usual method. From the beheading of Jin Beim to the night attack on Renato, all their actions took place at night.
After having lunch in Bossa Village, Akinfeev asked his men to replenish some special foods of the local villagers. It is said that this kind of food can be stored for a month without spoiling. In the past, caravans would bring it with them when they entered the desert.
These.
"I will look for water sources." Amir said seriously.
Although Amir vowed that he would search for the source of water, to be on the safe side, everyone still filled their water bladders and bellies before setting off.
After resting for about an hour, at 1:30 noon, Akinfeev and Amir led the group towards the desert under the scorching sun.
Less than a kilometer into the journey, they found themselves completely in the desert. There was vast yellow sand in front, back, left and right, with no end in sight. From time to time, some eerie white bones were exposed in the middle of the yellow sand.
Whether it's human or animal, I don't know at all.
For these bones, while full of awe of nature, Akinfeev and others were more sighing.
Along the way, everyone didn't talk much, the purpose was to save the little water in the body.
However, even so, they still felt the scorching heat from the scorching sun above their heads, a feeling that was completely beyond words.
"What's in front of you?" Suddenly, Mu Farah couldn't help but look at the yellow sand in front of him and asked.
The local guide Amir kept his head down and seemed not to notice. When he saw it, his face turned pale with shock.