usatvline Chapter 245 Badain Jaran Desert
Chapter 245 Badain Jaran Desert
Based on the markings on the map of Gutongjing, Cheng Feng decided to enter the Badain Jaran Desert from Inner Mongolia.
The entrance to the Badain Jaran Desert is in the Alashan region of Inner Mongolia.
Alashan is about 500 kilometers away from Ordos City, and the route is not convenient.
Cheng Feng planned to leave Gutongjing and then go to Ordos to check on the current situation of Group Two.
Without navigation, Cheng Feng had to find his way step by step using the map.
There were times when they drove into dead ends, but this did not affect the mood of Cheng Feng and his family.
No matter where the car is parked at night, Cheng Feng can retrieve all the necessary equipment.
Even in the wild, they live a very comfortable life.
Fresh ingredients, a tent set up at home, a barbecue grill, pots and pans—everything you need.
After a ten-day journey, Cheng Feng's off-road vehicle finally arrived in Alxa Right Banner, albeit with some bumps and bruises.
Chen Wenjin sent his men to this place before the New Year to prepare.
So as soon as Cheng Feng arrived, disciples of the Unloading Ridge Sect came to meet him and guided him to a house that had been rented in advance.
"Chief, you and your wife and young lady should rest for a while. I will go and arrange the food."
After Cheng Feng nodded, the elite Xieling disciple in charge of matters here bowed and withdrew.
He was one of the original thirty people and is currently a junior leader in charge of intelligence within the Unloading Ridge sect.
He had dozens of direct subordinates, and countless collateral branches.
Even if Cheng Feng were to be taken out alone, he would be no less capable than some of the most powerful sects among the Nine Gates.
"Think back to when we went to the Insect Valley in Yunnan, we had to find our own place to stay."
In the end, he even got into trouble, but now he's all set, able to have his brothers take care of everything wherever he goes.
Huo Ling walked alongside Cheng Feng, talking as they went.
Chen Wenjin's reflections reminded her of her past experiences, and she wondered how the brother and sister from Zhelong Village were doing now.
But what Cheng Feng remembered was the red-clad paper figure he had conjured.
If left undisturbed, it might reign supreme in the Heavenly Palace of the Insect Valley many years from now.
However, given Cheng Feng's intervention, it shouldn't do anything horrific.
"Now that we're here, there's no need to rush. Let's all rest for a while, and then we'll have a big meal later."
As he spoke, Cheng Feng took off his coat and lay down on the earthen bed covered with several layers of quilts.
"You should rest by yourself. We're planning to go out for a walk."
It was also Chen Wenjin and her group's first time visiting Alashan, and they saw many local ethnic characteristics along the way.
Since we had rested well along the way, we decided to go out for a stroll together.
Go ahead, but be careful.
Cheng Feng gave them a brief instruction and then ignored them; there were quite a few Unloading Ridge disciples stationed here.
They're not pushovers either; most petty thieves wouldn't even get close to them.
An hour later, Yang Xueli and Chen Wenjin returned with the disciples of the Unloading Ridge Sect.
Several disciples of the Unloading Ridge Sect carried a steaming whole roasted lamb, while others held wine jars in their hands.
"Old Cheng, get up and eat!"
At Yang Xueli's call, Cheng Feng stretched and walked out of the room.
He nodded to the disciples of the Unloading Ridge Sect who greeted him.
Then he swaggered over and sat down at the head of the long table.
The disciples of the Unloading Ridge Sect placed the whole sheep on the table before quietly leading their men away.
Since all the women in Cheng Feng's family were present, it wasn't appropriate to invite them to eat with them.
After enjoying the signature roasted whole lamb, Cheng Feng and his family rested in the house for the night.
The next morning, Cheng Feng and his companions, carrying their travel bags, followed the disciples of the Unloading Ridge Sect to where the guide was located.
Cheng Feng stipulated that the guide for this trip must have the ability to search for Haizi in the desert.
The so-called "Haizi" refers to a mobile lake in the desert. In certain areas, one can reach the ancient city of Tongjing hidden in the sand by using these mobile lakes.
When Cheng Feng and his group arrived at the meeting place with the guide, the disciples of the Unloading Ridge Sect introduced Cheng Feng to the guide.
The guide's name was Barig, and he was about forty years old. He had been traveling across the desert with caravans since he was a child.
Over the years, they honed their skills in finding water sources in the desert.
The disciples of the Unloading Ridge sect went through a lot of trouble to get Barige to agree to be their guide.
"Boss, the camels are ready in advance and we can set off into the desert at any time."
Barig's attitude was very good.
This is the way Cheng Feng's lineage does things; all the people they choose are investigated.
Offering a premium, while not completely eliminating human error, can at least minimize the chances of it happening.
"Let's set off now!"
Cheng Feng was naturally prepared to depart at any time.
So, escorted by the disciples of the Unloading Ridge Sect, Cheng Feng and his group officially entered the Badain Jaran Desert on camels.
One characteristic of deserts is that people who have just entered a desert tend to look around and admire the scenery.
It also brings a sense of joy, a feeling of grandeur like "a lone plume of smoke rising straight from the desert, the setting sun sinking into the long river."
But after a while, this feeling will disappear without a trace, leaving only numbness and torment.
The scorching sun overhead was like lukewarm water for boiling a frog; by the time you felt the heat, you felt like you could fry an egg on your body.
Yang Xueli and Chen Wenjin wrapped themselves up tightly, otherwise they would have turned into African girls after a few days in this scorching sun.
"Barig, are there any long-standing legends in this desert? Tell me a few!"
Cheng Feng handed Barig a pot of milk wine.
Before he, Yang Xueli, and Professor Chen went to the ancient city of Jingjue, he specially prepared three jugs of milk wine.
So the night before he set off, Cheng Feng went out and bought a lot of things.
At this point, most of them were placed in the imaginary space, leaving only a dozen or so flasks to be carried by the women.
Barig accepted the milk wine, thanked him, and then began to tell stories he had heard as a child.
It is said that long ago, the great Genghis Khan sent a group of people into the Badain Jaran Desert.
They recruited a large number of people familiar with the desert, supposedly to search for something.
With the help of the locals, they made ample preparations, and in the end, the entire group disappeared into the desert.
Only a few locals, barely alive, were discovered by the caravan and taken out of the Badain Jaran Desert.
From several survivors, they learned a terrible story.
Guided by their leader, they found a huge city in the desert.
Then the leader started sending people in to explore.
But this angered the gods hidden in the city, who unleashed a rain of snakes that instantly engulfed everyone.
The survivors were spared death by offering their faith to the gods.
After Barig finished telling the story, Cheng Feng outwardly praised it as interesting.
But a nagging thought crept into his mind: Genghis Khan's forces might have found the ancient city of Gutongjing.
Moreover, the rain of snakes makes sense, as there are a large number of black-haired snakes sleeping in the ancient city of Gutongjing, and a group of people would certainly not fare well.