Seeing that the sandstorm might not end any time soon, Han Daxia groped on the ground, trying to find some dead branches and firewood to light a bonfire.
But when he thought about starting a fire, Han Daxia regretted it a little. He just noticed the wound on Gu Lang's hand, and ended up losing the tent. If the tent was still there, even if it was not used for sleeping, the materials outside could be used as fire starters.
Wang Ping thought about it for a long time and felt that although this guy carried a gun and his identity was unknown, this was not the time to offend him. In addition, it seemed that Han Daxia's inexplicable suspicion of Gu Lang had disappeared, so he used the convenience of his night vision glasses to help.
Looking around the cave, the two of them were only in the outer part. The ground was bare except for sand. The entrance outside was a triangle, with weathered rocks on both sides, and some places were leaking air. Sand kept falling in front of the cave entrance, and it had already piled up on the ground.
This is the sand that was blown up from both sides by the wind. Because the cave is in the leeward direction, it fell back down. Wang Ping thought that if this continued until dawn, the entrance to the cave might be blocked. It was probably a pile of rocks under a sand dune, and by chance, a hole was left open. Maybe it was another dry oasis eroded by the desert.
After thinking about it, Wang Ping turned around and walked deeper, intending to see if there was any dry firewood such as plant roots that was not buried.
The interior of the cave was irregular. A few steps in, a huge rock blocked the way. On the right was buried sand, and it extended to the left and made a turn. Wang Ping was stunned as soon as he turned the corner.
The cave is clearly visible from here. Most of the irregular space of less than 30 square meters is filled with rocks, which looks more like a stone forest. Above the head are large pieces of withered vines, covering the entire stone forest. At this time, as the wind and sand pass by, a few strands of fine sand will leak from time to time, making people worry that this place may collapse at any time.
It is easy to imagine that this place was once a beautiful oasis surrounded by green trees, with vines climbing all over the rocks, forming a vegetation dome above the stone forest. However, with the erosion of soil and the invasion of the desert, one day, the yellow sand flooded here and buried everything. However, this stone forest still has space inside because of the vines. As the yellow sand moves, an entrance is occasionally revealed.
Of course, Wang Ping was not sad about the Spring and Autumn Period, nor was he worried about the solidity of the stone forest. Instead, just opposite him, the space under the stone forest was now densely lit with night vision eyes.
There were three jackals lying on the left surrounded by three stone pillars, and next to them was a civet cat that looked a bit like instant noodles. I don't know how these people got together. The original hostile relationship was now peaceful because of the sandstorm.
In the middle, with their backs against a large rock, three camels tied together by reins were lying on the largest area, squinting their eyes and chewing the cud. These people looked calm and leisurely, which made Badger Hair's face darken. He didn't know whether to praise these guys or beat them up first.
As for the far right side, near the small sand slope flowing down the periphery, it was the area with the least animals. When a certain badger looked at it, he couldn't tell what it felt like.
Wang Ping never thought that he would have the good fortune to meet another of his own species in the desert.
The Arabian Peninsula is separated from the African continent only by the narrow Red Sea. The geography and climate are similar, so naturally there are creatures like the flat-headed brother.
At this moment, the snake opposite, who was at least a head taller than Wang Ping, was leaning on the small sand slope in a bold posture, squinting his eyes and biting a sand cobra with only the back half left. His free paw was playing with a big-eared jerboa.
Every time the trembling jerboa tried to run away, it would be pulled back by its tail.
None of the other animals in the cave looked at Wang Ping, their fellow tribesman. Even after discovering that the creature outside was another honey badger, except for the camels, the jackals and civet cats on the left simply turned their gazes away.
He didn’t know if it was an illusion, but Wang Ping seemed to feel disgust in their eyes.
But it's no wonder. Under such harsh weather conditions, regardless of whether they were natural enemies before, the animals gathered here now live in rare harmony. Only the one on the right is bullying the small animals in an evil way. If it were Wang Ping, he would also despise him.
Since this place was temporarily similar to the "Peace Hotel", Wang Ping no longer hesitated, but ran towards the location of the three camels.
He remembered that he still had half a bag of beef jerky left to eat, and he was too lazy to put it in his bag before going to bed, so he threw it on the cushion hanging on the back of the little camel. If he was lucky, he might be able to use it as a midnight snack.
Unfortunately, when Wang Ping climbed over the hump of the big camel outside and found his small cushion, not only was there beef jerky, but even the curtain that was originally used to shade him from the sun was gone.
On the side of the little camel, a badger unexpectedly discovered a fox lying there. When he saw Wang Ping running towards him, he looked at him warily with his fox face.
"Fuck, what a messed up food chain this is..."
Wang Ping rolled his eyes, gave up the idea of looking for midnight snack, turned around and started picking up branches.
He dared not move the dry vines blocking the sand above his head, but there were quite a few dead branches scattered on the ground. There were also some shrubs and cacti that had long since died in the cracks of the rocks. This made Wang Ping feel magical, it turned out that cacti could also die.
He picked up branches along the periphery, and when his arms had gathered a small bundle of branches that his two little paws could no longer hold, Wang Ping turned around and walked out. He returned to the hole outside that had some air leakage and kicked Han Daxia. When he came over, he handed him the dead branch in front of him.
"Huh? This is... great!" Han Daxia was obviously relieved. He turned around and was about to praise the badger, but Wang Ping had already turned around and walked back, leaving only the back of his head for him. Without his signature pair of night vision eyes, Han Daxia didn't see where the badger was.
"Have you found some dry firewood?" asked Gu Lang from the opposite side.
"Yes, your eldest brother found it. I guess he's gone to look for it again. Let's light a fire first, and then we can go help him when we see it's getting brighter!"
As Han Daxia nodded and spoke, he took out a lighter, used his body to block the wind blowing in from the cave, and lit the dry firewood in front of him.
At this time, Wang Ping was already picking up the second circle.
The badger's coming in and out aroused the curiosity of the animals in the cave.
This later flat-headed brother not only walked upright in a strange way, but also had an incongruous "black skin" on his body. He was picking up branches inexplicably here, and it looked strange no matter how you looked at it.
But despite their curiosity, no one made any unnecessary moves. Even when Wang Ping tried to pull a branch that was pinned under the jackal, the latter subconsciously moved aside to make room for him.
After gathering a small bundle of dry firewood, Wang Ping struggled to carry it horizontally and walked around in a circle, then walked out from the other side. However, when he passed the small sand slope where his fellow tribesman was, the bundle of branches in front of him loosened and one of the branches suddenly fell out.
Wang Ping paused for a moment, raised one leg to support the branch in his arms, and bent over with his claws stretched out to pick it up. Before he could touch it, a furry black claw suddenly appeared in front of him.
A badger looked up and saw that his fellow creature had let go of the big-eared jerboa at some point. At this moment, it was pressing its paws on the branch on the ground and squinting at Wang Ping, full of provocation.
The jerboa that escaped from the danger disappeared in a flash, and no one knew where it hid in that corner.
"Emm(￣3￣)..."
Wang Ping was hesitating when his belly under his clothes suddenly started to growl. Looking over the body of the flathead beast in front of him, he could see half of the nearly one-meter-long black snake body, still twisting slowly on the ground.