There was darkness in the sky over the desert. It was not that dark clouds blocked the sun, but that the sand blown by the strong wind blocked Yangon...
This spectacular scene cannot be noticed by anyone deep underground. Only Mr. Tang can pass through tens of meters of sand and detect the situation above...
At this time, in Haishi, Mr. Tang casually picked up a document. After reading it for a moment, his expression suddenly changed...
He had already retreated to the second line. He had already ignored many things. Just so that Young Master Tang could successfully bring out the tomb of Genghis Khan, he overstepped his authority once, removed a small unit, sealed off the desert, and conducted a small-scale
military exercises.
The higher-ups in the army didn't know the purpose of Elder Tang's move. They just followed his instructions, thinking that Elder Tang was going to use this small group of troops to conduct war experiments, so they would be informed about their training plans and information every day.
Progress report comes up.
A few days passed, and the upper-level officers who were conducting the exercise were extremely depressed. This was simply the most ordinary exercise, and no changes were made to the content they submitted.
Although they had doubts in their hearts, they could only doubt it, but they had no right to question it. Only the major general of this unit knew to some extent that their training this time was just a gimmick to attract attention.
But even so, he still didn't dare to neglect the training. Every day's battle plans, entering the city, etc. would be reported and completed.
Mr. Tang took these reports seriously and wanted to take the opportunity to see how China's people had fought without war for decades.
After this daily report, although Mr. Tang was not disappointed, he was not surprised either. In short, it was quite satisfactory. There was nothing outstanding or wrong.
But today's report frightened Mr. Tang...
A severe sandstorm occurred in the desert area, and the original combat plan was cancelled...
Severe sandstorm weather?
Tang Fei and the others are still in the desert...
Mr. Tang is not worried about those troops. They have armored vehicles and tanks, and they can withstand no matter how strong the sandstorm is. But Tang Fei and the others can't. They only have two pickup trucks, but there are dozens of people...
The most important thing is that judging from the progress, today they will clear the ground and enter the underground palace...
Elder Tang is also a well-informed person, so he naturally knows what the sandstorm will bring to Young Master Tang and the others. If they are all in the underground palace and cannot detect the sandstorm coming, the consequences will be serious...
The sandstorm will fill the hole they dug directly, and they will eventually be buried alive in Genghis Khan's underground palace!
The consequences are really terrible...
No, call, yes, satellite phone, call their satellite phone!
Thinking of this, Mr. Tang hurriedly dialed Young Master Tang's satellite phone. Unfortunately, Young Master Tang's satellite phone was placed in the pickup truck and was not taken out at all...
In fact, even if it is brought out, there is no telling whether there will still be a signal under tens of meters...
Didi, didi, didi...
Two minutes later, Mr. Tang's back was soaked with cold sweat...
The call was put through, but no one answered...
What does this mean?
Generally speaking, satellite phones are installed in cars, which means they are not in the car. In other words, it is very likely that they are not on the ground at all, but underneath...
Thinking of this, Mr. Tang immediately dialed a few numbers on the phone, but when he dialed, he suddenly hung up...
"No, we can't tell the old chief, we can't tell him this yet!"
"It wasn't just that silly boy Tang Fei who went with us, there were also Ye Qun and Ye Hua, two biological grandsons and one biological grandson. If it's true..., no, no, the old chief is not young anymore, and he will definitely not be able to bear this.
Strike!”
Mr. Tang walked back and forth in the room, thinking about how to solve this matter...
It's a pity that after thinking about it, there is still no result...
They can only rely on themselves for the time being!
During the sandstorm, even if you want to rescue, it is impossible. So the most important thing now is the timely rescue issue after the sandstorm!
"Hey, pick me up from the weather bureau!"
If Mr. Tang wants to know how long this sandstorm will last, he can only ask the Meteorological Bureau to observe this question...
In fact, the Meteorological Bureau is monitoring the climate across the country, and will issue early warning notices in the event of sandstorms and other weather conditions. However, Young Master Tang and the others are in a too special position...
It’s okay for you to say that it’s China’s territory, but it’s also reasonable for Outer Mongolia to insist that it’s their territory. In such a vague place and in a desert area, the Meteorological Bureau didn’t bother to issue an early warning notice, or even
Didn't go observe...
After taking over the Meteorological Bureau, Mr. Tang directly asked the other party to observe the sandstorm weather conditions at Mr. Tang's location.
After nearly two hours of analysis, the Meteorological Bureau finally gave the result. This is an extremely rare large sandstorm, which is expected to blow for about two days in a row...
I heard it was two days...
The phone in Mr. Tang's hand suddenly clicked and fell to the ground...
Two days!
Two days later, when the rescuers arrived again, dug the cave and found them, the cucumbers and vegetables were extremely cold...
At this time, Mr. Tang regretted very much. Why did he encourage Tang Fei to dig up Genghis Khan's tomb...
If you don't dig graves and stay at home, this kind of thing won't happen!
For two days, buried underground, it was almost impossible to survive!
This is completely different from being able to survive an earthquake after being buried for days and nights...
Even if houses collapse during an earthquake, people will not be buried without leaving any cracks. Maybe they have no water, maybe they have no food, but they have air!
The biggest problem for Young Master Tang and the others when they are buried underneath is the air!
The fool gambled away the entrance of the hole, and the place below became a dead end, with no air circulation possible...
People can survive for a long time without eating or drinking water, and some can even survive for more than a month. People can survive for a week without eating or drinking. However, if a person does not breathe, he may only be able to survive for a few minutes...
…
In almost despair, Mr. Tang dialed the old man’s phone number...
During the phone call, Mr. Tang didn't say much, he just told Mr. Tang and the others the situation they might face now...
On the other end of the phone, the old man seemed to be very calm, but this time his eyes shed muddy tears...
"Don't say it out for now, lest it cause trouble." The old man said softly.
"Yes, I understand." Mr. Tang nodded.
If the news about Young Master Tang's life or death spreads out, the first person who comes to look for him will probably be his own granddaughter Tang Ruyan...
"Tang Fei has his own destiny. For example, when he was hijacked on a plane last time, we thought he wouldn't be able to survive it, but in the end he came back safely. Now it's just one word, wait!" the old man said solemnly.
"Yes, old chief, old chief, yes...I am sorry for you!" Mr. Tang sobbed.
"Okay, Old Tang, we have long been used to seeing life and death for so many years, haven't we? Our children and grandchildren will have their own blessings, and we can't control so much. Liking antiques is Tang Fei's own interest, and he wants to dig graves, too.
His own attention."
"As for Xiaohua and Xiaoqun...well, it depends on their own fate!" the old man sighed.
It's not that he doesn't care about his grandson, it's that the love is so deep that it's hard to deal with it. Mr. Tang has already blamed himself enough. At this time, he can't stimulate the other person too much.
After all, he knew Tang Fei's temperament well. He knew that there was such a mausoleum. Even he himself didn't believe it if he couldn't be moved!
"Well, I have arranged for a troop to conduct exercises in that desert. I will send them a notice right away. Once the sandstorm shows a tendency to decrease, they will go to the rescue immediately!" Tang Lao said.
"Well, that's all we can do for the time being. Do your best and obey fate! I don't believe that my grandson's fate should be like this!" Mr. Ye said in a deep voice.
"I miss Tang Fei, Xiaohua, Xiaoqun and the others will be able to return safely! Old chief, you must take care of yourself, the Ye family still needs you!" Tang Lao said.
"Haha, I'm over ninety, what else can I do to take care of myself? I can live one day at a time. Compared to our old comrades, I have lived a long enough time..." the old man laughed at himself softly.
I remembered that war-torn era, when brothers and comrades fell in front of me one by one!
At the moment the battle ended, everyone was glad that they did not die under the last bullet in the last battle...
Naturally, Young Master Tang and others underground did not know that the two old men had already worried about their safety...
"Master Tang, please drink some water." Ahu handed over a kettle.
They seem to have four big buckets of water, but they have to plan for the future. There are forty of them in total. There are four buckets of water here now. Each bucket of water weighs thirty kilograms. The total is one hundred and twenty kilograms.
That is to say, on average, each person’s share is three kilograms of water!
Of course, in addition to these four buckets of water, there is actually a lot of water in the kettles of many people, such as Ahu's kettle.
Young Master Tang took Ahu's kettle, took a sip, and then screwed on the lid.
In addition to their own water bottles, three pounds of water per person is really not much, especially after a lot of physical activity, which consumes more water, so you must save every penny of water!
At first, Young Master Tang and the others could still hear the howling of the wind at the entrance of the cave they had blocked, but gradually now they could no longer even hear the sound.
Young Master Tang observed everything with his spiritual energy. Countless grains of sand from the outside were swept in by the strong wind, hit the cave, and rolled into the bottom of the cave. In just half an hour, the entrance to the cave blocked by Young Master Tang and others had been filled in.