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Chapter 183 There is a yellow wall on the horizon!
Everyone was astonished and puzzled by the wild horse's unusual behavior:
"When a horse makes this sound, it means it has sensed danger and will warn its owner."

"Has some ferocious beast come, or have we encountered a natural enemy?"

"Are there really beasts in the desert that can outrun wild horses? If they encountered a natural enemy, they would have run far away long ago!"

"Oh no! They were looking west!"

"My goodness, there's a vast desert to the west. Wild horses can see farther than humans. They've probably spotted the sandstorm!"

"Hiss! A sandstorm!"

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Anyone from Northwest China who has lived in the border town for more than a year.

Everyone is familiar with the old yellow wind (sandstorm) from the desert at the western foot of Junma Mountain.

The Central Plains people's understanding of being exiled to the border towns was that they would go to the northwest to eat sand.

In fact, they were absolutely right.

Every spring, drinking the northwest wind and eating sand are the norm for the people of the border town.

Even if my mother and wife keep the yard spotless.

After a sandstorm, sand was everywhere.

Three days ago, Gan Minglan had encountered a similar situation.

She managed to escape by entering a spatial dimension.

Only three days later, and another one?
Are sandstorms on the northwestern border getting a little too frequent?

Animals that live in deserts and semi-deserts year-round have their own ways of avoiding sandstorms.

People in Northwest China should be aware of the potential for sandstorms when outdoors.

They would typically find a shelter, cover their mouth and eyes with a hat, and wait for the sandstorm to pass.

Where are the shelters on these sparse grasslands now?

The sentries had no choice but to each find a wild horse, hug its neck, and bury their heads in its mane, refusing to let go.

At this moment, the western horizon stretched out before us.

A yellow wall appeared on the once boundless ground.

The wall runs east to west, stretching across the horizon.

The bright blue sky quickly turned dark.

To be precise, it's a failed project!

The kind that's yellowish-brown at dusk.

The yellow sand wall blocked out all light sources.

The sentries were all secretly groaning in their hearts.

In the past, sandstorms that reached Junma Mountain would be weakened by most of their force after passing through layers of towering mountains and ridges.

Where in the city and the various shrines could the dust be so astonishing?

As the yellow sand wall was about to roll over them, they were still so nervous that they kept swallowing and their hearts were pounding wildly.

near, near.

"Woo-wah. Woo-wah."

"Woo-wah. Woo-wah."

The wind howled mournfully, trying to sweep everything away and carry it all away.

When it hits a person, it generates a powerful force.

It has enough force to flip over a skinny person weighing less than 100 pounds.

Everyone closed their eyes and clung tightly to the horse's neck, not daring to move an inch.

Gan Minglan also truly experienced a close encounter with a sandstorm.

Sand got into her hair, her neck, her eyelashes, and into every crevice on her body.

Less than a quarter of an hour.

She felt as if she had been buried in a mud pit.

The wind overhead was still blowing sand into the pit.

I want to bury her even deeper in the sandpit.

A quarter of an hour passed.

The wind continued to blow, but the screams seemed even louder.

Half an hour later, the wind picked up.

Half an hour later, the sandstorm showed no signs of ending.

The sandstorm lasted for a full hour before it finally ended.

The sandstorm has just passed.

The sky remained overcast with dark clouds.

It started raining in the blink of an eye.

"Pap-ta-ta-ta"

The water droplets grew larger and larger, bringing with them a strong, earthy smell. The Horse King leaped to his feet.

Incidentally, Gan Minglan, who was hanging on it, was also brought out of the mud pit.

The man and his horse were in a very sorry state.

Except for his eyes, which were still moving, his entire body was covered in a layer of mud and sand.

The horse king frantically shook its head and tail, creating a small dust cloud around it.

After shaking off the mud and sand, it made a series of gurgling sounds from its nose.

Immediately afterwards, the group struggled to crawl out of the yellow sand along with the herd of wild horses.

"Bah! Bah! Bah!"

"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

“Ach. Ach”

As soon as they came out, they were greeted by large raindrops.

After its head and face were soaked by raindrops, it instantly turned into a tabby cat.

"Oh, it's raining!"

"Wash your face, hurry up and wash your face! I haven't washed my face in a month!"

"Hahaha, so happy!"

The sentries, oblivious to being soaked by the rain, were overjoyed that spring had brought such a rain.

Spring rain is as precious as oil.

Spring rain in the Northwest is like the Rolls Royce of oil.

Rolls-Royce is expensive for a reason!
The rain stopped before the sentries could even wash the sand off their faces.

Gan Minglan thought to herself: What's so special about raining for three or five minutes? It's more like God just had a sudden lapse in judgment!

Captain Gan looked up at the sky and down at the ground, appearing to be questioning the meaning of life.

The sentries grinned from ear to ear:
"Captain, it's already quite good that it's raining for this long in the northwest of Angmen at this time of year. Look, the sand on the ground is all wet."

"Yes, the western slope of Junma Mountain is not as good as the eastern slope; it hardly rains more than a few times a year."

"When you go down to the pasture, the grass grows quite a bit!"

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It's raining so little, and the temperature has dropped sharply.

The half-wet cloth armor was blown by the wind, and even the strongest man shivered from the cold.

Everyone quickly dug their backpacks out of the sand.

They took off their cloth armor and put on the light earth-colored cotton-padded jackets that the captain had prepared for everyone.

After working for quite a while, I finally felt a little warm.

Each of them ate another flatbread, and then Gan Minglan led the team once again to head north towards the Tatar grasslands.

Her walking motion puzzled the wild horse king.

Its large horse eyes were full of doubt:
What's wrong?

You used to ride on its back every day and run together, didn't you?

You two-legged creature, with only two legs and moving so slowly, you'd be dead if you encountered a prairie wolf!
It followed the group for quite a while.

Every now and then, it would rub its nose against Gan Minglan's right hand.

Yes, it remembers this paw.

I haven't fed it anything sweet today!

If two-legged creatures don't ride horses, it's like they won't have fragrant grass or sweet treats to eat.

After Horse King's intelligence connected the two, he became extremely anxious.

horse riding!

Why don't you ride a horse?

Come on, let's ride horses!

You can run as long as you want, and I can run as long as you want.

It didn't expect that the other party was determined to walk on its short legs today, and it remained unmoved by both its explicit and implicit suggestions.

King Ma was both angry and anxious.

It kept jumping around in front of Gan Minglan, snorting incessantly, trying to express its anger.

The wild horses followed suit and put on a chaotic herd dance.

The sentries were trying not to laugh.

Who would have thought that their captain was the one who tamed wild horses like this!
She actually managed to get the wild horse king to actively and even beg her to ride him!

Is this still the hot-tempered King of Horses?

Now, isn't he just like a spoiled brat throwing a tantrum?
The captain did all this, naturally, for their sake.

Otherwise, how long would it take to walk there?

(End of this chapter)