Rebirth of the Viking King

Chapter 531 49 River of Quicksand (2)

More and more porters gathered around Hans Welsh.

In the process, the sun slowly sets behind the dunes to the west.

The world was once again shrouded in thick darkness. The unique fine sand in the black desert does not reflect light in any form at night. Standing in the desert at night is like standing on the top of a black hole.

The leader of the caravan, Mohammed Harsh, smoked a cigarette and looked at the beating campfire in front of him.

The servant girl traveling with the team had already placed the prepared meat and bread beside him, but he was lost in thought for a long time, solidifying into a statue wearing a black robe.

"I made a mistake

A huge mistake”

He raised his eyelids and glanced at the subordinates in the team who were laughing and gambling for money. He hammered his forehead in frustration.

"This journey was so smooth that it was so smooth that my subordinates' laziness also reflected on me! We shouldn't rest tonight, but we should take advantage of the clear night sky and cross the Liusha River in one go!"

"Five years of rest in the city have made me dull!"

Sitting next to Old Hash is still the caravan guard captain "Abdullah Sah". The two of them had been working together in business for a long time, and he knew all the characteristics of this old friend beside him.

His sense of smell is as sharp as a rabbit's when it comes to danger. This special ability allowed him to stay alive in and out of the desert for more than 20 years.

But at the same time, his constant anxiety has caused him to have a lot of gray hair and wrinkles on his face at the age of 58.

As an old man in the black desert, Sahe can also feel the strangeness of this journey, but at this time, the Hashma Gang is like an arrow that has left the string, and there is no reason to return to the quiver.

"Boss, don't be nervous." Sahe brought a cup of scalding milk tea from the fire and put it into Old Hash's hand.

"Although we have rested for a while, among all the traders who make a living on this route, no one is more familiar with this route than us.

If my feeling is correct, the most dangerous part of this journey is the section from Memphis City to Liusha River.

As long as we can cross the Liusha River, we can enter the "windless zone" in 7 days or 5 days. "

The "windless zone" as the caravan merchants call it is a no-man's land in the inner desert of the Sahara, where there is nothing but yellow sand floating slowly like waves.

There is no water, no plants, no animals.

Whether you can lead the team safely out of the "windless zone" is the ultimate test for every caravan trader. But Old Hash relied on his unique ability to recognize roads, and this unmanned corridor was actually very safe for him.

Even so, there was still worry on his face.

“We have been walking this route for so many years, and I have never experienced seven consecutive sunny days!

If Black Desert was so easy to navigate, all our former friends would still be alive.”

According to official statistics from the City of Memphis, more than one-third of the caravans that leave the city and enter the Black Desert are lost along the Quicksand River every year.

Quite a few of them failed to find a crossing near the river bank and got lost.

Others encountered sandstorms and camped by the river for more than ten days. In the end, they had to return because they ran out of food and water.

How to cross the Liusha River is a problem that every caravan must face.

Different teams will choose to build floating bridges at different crossing points. Some locations are easy, but others are relatively more complex.

"Long nights and dreams are the eternal law in this land. I have a bad premonition. I feel that there is a high possibility of wind and sand falling early tomorrow morning. We should not rest tonight. We should build a pontoon bridge overnight to prepare to cross the river!"

"Even if we sleep for a day and a night after crossing the river, at least we can ensure safety."

There were no sand bandits, no encounters with wild animals, and no encounters with ancient monsters.

The journey was so smooth that after entering the desert, the ever-present sense of crisis disappeared.

Everyone thought it was a journey blessed by the Salary King.

But in the "Sand Lake Hotel", the empty stables and the mountains of saddles told him that instead of becoming docile, this desert was even more violent than before!

He is not a "chosen one".

Salary King is fair to everyone.

Being able to get here smoothly just means that the danger that belongs to him has not yet come.

"Haha, boss, you are just too nervous!"

There are sandstorms in this desert eight out of ten days. Even if the sun god Horus reverses his hourglass, what does it matter? !

Braving the wind and sand to cross the river, it's not like I haven't done it before.

Don't worry, get some sleep and it will be a sunny day tomorrow! "

After finishing speaking, Sahe drank the last sip of hot tea and got into the blanket and fell asleep.

But Old Harsh continued to stare at the flames, closing his eyes and softly reciting the gospel prayers in the "Fire Bible" to pray for this strange journey.

**

Early the next morning, everyone in the caravan woke up from the freezing cold.

When the porters lifted the blankets with force, they found that the campfire in the center of the house had long been extinguished. Not only that, cold fine sand kept pouring in from the roof and door of the abandoned house, burying most of their bodies under the fine yellow sand.

After digging out his companions from the yellow sand, Old Hash quickly ran outside the stone room and saw yellow sand flying in the sky and a dark chaos in the sky.

It seems that the good luck along the way has finally come to an end!

Seeing the dim sky and extremely thick sandstorm, Old Hash did not feel depressed, but felt an inexplicable peace of mind in his heart.

This is the black desert he is familiar with!

If the journey is too smooth, it will make him feel panic for no reason.

"Brothers, don't be afraid! This kind of weather is the original appearance of this desert!"

"There is no water source here. Even if they advance through a sandstorm, they must immediately prepare to cross the Liusha River!"

Several elderly people in the caravan know how to deal with this crisis. They built a huge campfire, then lit torches and inserted them into everyone's hands.

“Visibility is very low in the wind and sand, and once the strong wind blows, the sound cannot be transmitted stably!

When the observation distance is limited, everyone must hold the torch in their hands! The fire marks your position. Once the flame goes out, find the nearest light source and relight the torch! "

“In the end, don’t be left behind!

If you fall behind in this environment, no one can find you! Did you hear everything clearly? ! "

The loud response from his subordinates made Old Hash feel very reassured. This was the journey he was familiar with that was "full of difficulties everywhere".

It only took an hour for everyone to be ready to go.

More than a hundred carriages were linked together, and all the horses had their eyes covered with black cloth.

In this way, on the one hand, it can prevent the wind and sand from covering the eyes of the horses and causing them to walk randomly. On the other hand, it can also prevent these animals from falling into panic.

As usual, Old Hash rode the leading horse and walked at the front of the team.

There was chaos ahead, and he was equally blind. But just like a blind man at home.

Old Hash was so familiar with this route that when the vague sun in the sky rose to the center of his head.

He led the caravan to the embankment of Liusha River.