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The visibility was relatively low last night, and they didn't even see clearly what was going on around them.

When I woke up this morning, I suddenly felt desolate inside.

Looking around, everywhere you look, there is yellow sand everywhere.

In a place like this, not even a blade of grass can be found, and water sources are even rarer.

This made everyone feel cold.

Che Jie was stunned and said, "Can we still leave alive?"

Hao Zhichao on the side took a deep breath, and ended up inhaling two mouthfuls of sand.

He choked and coughed for a long time, and finally said: "I think it will be difficult."

As soon as the sun came out, they could already feel the temperature starting to warm up.

Their skin had just adapted to the climate of the snow-capped mountains, and suddenly returning to this warm climate was a bit unbearable for a while.

"It's so dry, I'm a little out of breath."

"My skin feels sore now."

"It's hot and cold, and it's hard for the body to bear."

"What I'm worried about now is what kind of training we are going to do next. Is it going to make us hike across the vast desert."

Someone in the crowd suddenly laughed bitterly.

"I remember there is an ancient ruins here. It is said that eight out of ten people who go to that place will not come back. It's a bit evil."

The people next to me are timid.

He scolded him and said, "Don't talk nonsense. How can we soldiers be afraid of monsters?"

Jiang Fan couldn't bear to disturb Zheng Huan when he saw them discussing it.

But he still poked his head out of the tent and said.

"You guessed half of it right, this is no man's land, and it is also a major event we want to train."

Everyone looked at Jiang Fan blankly.

Jiang Fan said: "In a moment, I will send each of you a supply package. This is all your equipment for the next week. What you have to do is to survive this week and reach your destination smoothly."

Now everyone is almost ready to "survive" PTSD as Jiang Fan calls it.

I always feel like it should be something that makes people despair.

Afterwards, other trainee instructors gave everyone a backpack.

After everyone opened it, they found that inside was a compass, a pistol, a map, a small amount of food and water, and some other items.

The first person to be dissatisfied was Liu Yiming. He looked at the food and water in his bag.

He said in surprise: "You want me to survive for a week with such a small amount?"

"Yes, I drank this water in two days. How could I hold on for so long?"

"This map isn't even a map, is it? What is this above?"

The map in their hands is actually an ordinary A4 paper with 5 different locations printed on it.

However, these locations do not have clear latitude and longitude.

Just mark it in a certain range.

In this case, the error record will be greatly improved.

Among all the complaints, Jiang Fan said calmly: "Don't get angry in a hurry, just listen to what I have to say."

Later, Jiang Fancai explained the content of this training.

"At 10 o'clock, this survival training officially begins. Relatively speaking, there are not many changes in the desert environment, but the only danger, and what you must be prepared for, is sandstorms."

"In the desert, the power of sandstorms is no less powerful than avalanches."

Everyone has seen videos of sandstorms before.

It can raise tens of meters of sand and even roll up a car.If they encountered a sandstorm without cover, death would be certain.

There is another difference between deserts and snowy mountains.

It's on the snowy mountains. After all, the shapes of the rocks are different, and they can be hidden in a ravine.

But the desert is endless and there are basically no obstructions.

Everyone's heart suddenly felt cold.

I always feel like I might die from this.

Someone asked Jiang Fan angrily: "Chief instructor, you can see places several kilometers away at a glance, and there is not even a place to block it."

"Yes, if we encounter a sandstorm, wouldn't we definitely die?"

"I suddenly felt that the probability of death in the desert may be greater than in the snowy mountains."

Jiang Fan said: "It's not that there is nothing. There are still some natural caves here. Every few dozen kilometers, there will be some artificially carved spaces for people to take shelter."

Everyone thought Jiang Fan was joking.

"Are you kidding me? Who has nothing to do here carving these things."

"I think even if there is, there are so many of us, we can't hide it."

Long Xiaoyun explained: "Hundreds of years ago, caravans passed through here, so there is indeed a place to hide."

But Long Xiaoyun changed the topic: "But whether so many of you can hide in, that's your problem."

Some people really couldn't help but roll their eyes and complained in their hearts: "What I said is the same as what I didn't say."

Jiang Fan glanced at the time: "As for the food issue you mentioned, did you see the five locations on the map? Those are five small oases, which can also be regarded as a supply point. It depends on whether you can find them."

"The gun in the backpack is a flare gun. None of you have a necklace. Inside is a locator. If you feel that you can't hold on anymore, release the flare and we will come to rescue you immediately."

Looking at the endless desert.

Liu Yatao said hesitantly: "In such a big desert, even if we send out flares, can you find us right away?"

Jiang Fan said: "Don't worry, I will send drones to follow you to ensure that you don't turn into mummies."

Jiang Fan emphasized a few more precautions, and then said: "Let's eat first, it's getting late."

Everyone was carrying backpacks and holding necklaces in their hands, all worried.

I just took a sip of the porridge and chewed it twice. I suddenly felt the sand in it grinding my teeth.

He Chenguang said: "Just eat, this place is constantly windy and sandy, you must cherish the last hot breakfast."

Also.

Everyone wolfed down the meal.

I even ate a lot more.

After all, there might not be anything to eat for the next day.

Because they looked at the five steamed buns in the bag and couldn't bear to eat them.

When the time came, Jiang Fan sent everyone on their way.

Everyone was carrying backpacks and stepped on the sand with one foot deep and one shallow. Every time the soles of their feet landed, they would sink about 3 centimeters.

Every step you take, you have to pull your feet out of the sand.

After just a dozen steps, I felt that my shoes were filled with sand.

Yu Xin felt uncomfortable, so he grabbed the sand with his hands.

Said: "This sand is fine sand. I don't need to wear shoes anymore. It's easier to walk barefoot."

He tied the laces of the two shoes together and hung them on his bag, which made walking much easier.

Liu Yatao, who was walking behind the crowd, suddenly laughed and said, "I think we look like a caravan."