Fortunately, they all had protective wind goggles, so at least they did not have to worry about snow blindness. The snow on the Gobi Desert was not that deep, though. It was not an endless expanse of white; in many places, yellow sand, gravel, and soil remained exposed.
No matter what they thought, they soon reached their destination. Large supply vehicles were already waiting below, ready to refuel the helicopters.
After landing, their mission appeared directly on their tablets. They had to travel 180 kilometers on foot in a direction north of east before they could reach their destination.
Once they got off the helicopters, refueling began on the other side. Yang Rui and the others did not waste any words and immediately set out.
Only after walking into the wind and snow did they realize what an enormous problem it was that they had forgotten to bring tents. The wind was around Force Five or Six, and they were out in the vast Gobi Desert, with no cover whatsoever. The wind lashed against their faces like knives.
Although they wore helmets, they were not fully enclosed fur hats.
Only then did they understand why Jiang Yan Hai had allowed them to bring all their supplies. What they faced was no longer merely a problem of food and water, but the brutal trial of nature itself!
After hiking seven or eight kilometers, Yang Rui suddenly said, "I suggest that from now on, whenever we see wood or anything else that can burn, we take it all with us. Otherwise, we'll have a hard time getting through the night."
There was not much that could burn in the Gobi Desert. It was not as though ALS had absolutely nothing; tumbleweeds, one of the most common plants in the Gobi Desert, could