ked up the teapot, and gulped down half a pot of tea water.Wiping his mouth, Sun Lao looked at Wang Ba and said, "Wang Ba, I found some connections at the archaeology institute. They've translated tho...Lao Zhang always tied a stick to his camel. He used the stick to probe the sand before walking, so he could know whether it was safe to step on.

He dismounted his camel, took down his staff, and told the people to walk carefully.

Desert army ants are social insects, similar to fire ants. The ant hills they create form large mounds on the ground. While army ants are less aggressive than fire ants, they pose a greater threat and are rarer because they only exist in deserts.

"Stop!" Old Zhang suddenly waved his hand.

He pointed ahead with a stick, showing us what was there.

Only a large bulge arose on the sand, less than three meters in front of the camel caravan. Occasionally, a few black ants would dart in and out around the swelling mound.

Old Zhang pointed at the place with his stick and said, "Look, that's the ant colony. There aren't many ants visible now, but there's a lot of space underneath. If someone accidentally steps on it, millions of ants could bite them to death in minutes."

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The bean sprout kid swallowed hard and said, "Damn, this ant nest is even more dangerous than a hornet's nest. We gotta be careful."

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Qin Xingping agreed, "Everyone be careful. Lead the camels down slowly, don't step on them."

We carefully led the camel around the marching ant colony.

"I feel like the wind is getting stronger," he said, lifting his head to look ahead.

Old Zhang reached out to feel the strength of the wind, and his face suddenly changed: "The wind level is approaching seven. A sandstorm requires three conditions: strong winds, sand, and an open area with no windbreaks. Once the wind level reaches nine, it will be dangerous."

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A group of people quickened their pace.

While keeping an eye out for possible ant hills, we had to speed up. We ran out of water yesterday, and everyone was parched, gasping for breath. Even with the face mask on, I felt like sand was stuck in my throat, very uncomfortable.

"I can't do it! There's not enough time! We can't get out!" Old Zhang suddenly shouted.

As the saying goes, "Heaven can have unforeseen storms." We hurried and rushed, but we still couldn't catch up.

At this moment, a strong wind mixed with flying sand makes it impossible to take a step forward.

"Everybody stay put and don't move! A sandstorm is coming!"

As soon as he pulled out a small whistle and blew it, all the camels heard the sound and fell to their knees.

Lao Zhang shouted urgently: "Duck! Grab the camel! Hold on!"

"Gezai! Yunfeng! Where are you!" I heard a shout but couldn't see anyone because my eyes were already squeezed shut. If I didn't grip the camel, I would have been blown away!

"No! The wind is too strong! I'm losing my grip!" I suddenly heard Zhao Xuanyan's cry for help coming from behind me.

I climbed over, grabbing her arm with a feel for the sound.

"Hold on! I've got you!"

I can't see Zhao Xuanyan at all, I can only drag her and crawl along the ground, constantly wriggling forward. As soon as we stop, this strong wind and sand will completely cover us within minutes!

It feels like it's been a long time, the wind is getting weaker and weaker.

I strained and shook my body, struggling to get up from the ground.

Looking around, all I saw was sand as far as the eye could see. I couldn't even see Lao Zhang and the bean sprouts! What frightened me most was that I couldn't see my camel!

His throat was so dry it felt like it was smoking, but he gritted his teeth and shouted several times.

"Yunfeng...."

“Within five meters behind me, I heard Miss Zhao’s reply.”

She had buried her whole lower body in the sand. I ran over and struggled to pull her out.rtion. The skeleton in this coffin should also be that of a woman.Brother Three, he's so faithful to the thought.During the Western Zhou Dynasty, which lasted for three thousand years, that day was in...