Chapter 680 Sand Storm
On the snowy field, the Husky wearing a horn helmet was jumping around.
The huge bull-horned helmet covered Goudan's entire head, and there was even a big gap , so it swayed when he walked, but Goudan was not bothered and was still very happy, as he felt that this was his trophy.
Goudan licked the ox -horn and felt very happy.
These days are so beautiful.
Goudan couldn't remember when he came out. He had no concept of time, but he knew that it had been a long time since he last had a full meal.
In this vast, uninhabited, snow-covered Greenland, the three sled dogs are undoubtedly insignificant. Looking around, there is only snow everywhere. Where can there be any food?
Occasionally, if you are lucky, you may be able to catch a clumsy flying bird, but you can't succeed every time.
A few days ago, a cold blizzard came again. They were hungry and cold and had to continue their journey to make a living. However, they didn't expect that under their own "leadership", they actually found humans.
I am indeed a natural born leader!
"Being lazy again."
Bifang kicked Goudan on the butt, almost knocking the ox-horn helmet off Erha's head.
After being kicked, Goudan started doing the hard labor obediently again. Wearing a helmet, he and the other two dogs braved the wind and snow to move forward.
The horn helmet is very huge. From the front, it is almost as big as an adult man's chest, so it is still very funny to wear it on Erha's head.
Originally, Bifang didn't want to take such a heavy thing, but then he thought it would be a pity to throw it away. After all, it was a very rare trophy. With the idea of collecting it as a decoration, Bifang was reluctant to throw it away.
"Huh, take a break."
I spent almost all of last night packing up the spoils and got almost no sleep, and now I'm feeling tired.
Bifang sat on the ground and shouted to the three sledders to stop. It must be said that they were really good at pulling a sled and their strength was quite strong.
If Bifang was alone, he would have to give up some of his belongings and limit the weight to less than 100 kilograms. It would be impossible for him to carry almost everything he could carry like he did now.
The three idiots who stopped were so tired that they stuck out their tongues. They didn't even lean against each other for warmth. They looked really tired.
I drank some water and ate some meat.
Bifang looked back and checked the sled. He had made it temporarily, only using ropes to secure it. There were six sled boards at the bottom, connected in pairs and finally secured together with ropes, so it might not be sturdy.
On this simple sled board was dismembered musk ox meat. Because it was frozen, it was hard and did not look so bloody. What's more, it was covered with a square piece of musk ox skin, which was carefully tied with a rope. You would not know what was underneath unless you lifted it up.
Although it is inevitable that the leather will be stained with blood in the end, once the tanning process is successful, the leather can be washed and will not return to its original state.
The musk ox skin itself is not a rectangle, so Bifang cut off the excess scraps and made a small vest for the three idiots and one dog. He then threaded a rope underneath and tied it tightly. Although it was not beautiful, it was quite sturdy.
As if they felt the warming effect of the musk ox skin, the three idiots were not very resistant to wearing clothes.
After resting for a while, Bifang blew a whistle, and the man and three dogs started doing hard labor again.
[It has the flavor of labor]
Trackers on Greenland
[Although, I always feel that this combination is a bit outrageous]
"It's very windy today, so we have to be careful about the direction we choose. Fortunately, because musk oxen run slowly, we are not too far away from the valley. I expect to be able to go back tomorrow afternoon or the morning after tomorrow."
Bifang estimated and thought it should be about the same.
Musk oxen's group activities are so cool. If I didn't have to pull the sled, I might be able to go back today.
Thinking of this, Bifang became impatient. This 200-kilogram musk ox solved most of the winter crisis at once. As long as the food was stored well, he wouldn't have to worry too much about the calorie problem for at least the first two months.
Add to that the musk ox hide, which is over 1.9 meters long, and it can almost be made into a sleeping bag.
Bifang was excited at the thought of sleeping in a warm blanket and not having to worry about food.
"Huh, the weather is getting colder. It's probably minus 30 degrees Celsius at noon."
Bifang pulled the long rope and was about to take out the thermometer to check the temperature, but unexpectedly something blew into his mouth.
At first he thought it was dry snow, but the foreign object in his mouth showed no signs of melting and felt more like sand to him.
"Pfft, what is that?"
The wind suddenly became stronger, and fine sand, much coarser than snowflakes, hit Bifang's face under the influence of the strong wind, rubbing his skin and causing pain.
"Where does the sand come from?"
Bifang spat, but found that he couldn't spit out all the saliva. As soon as he opened his mouth, sand would come up again the next second. He finally opened his eyes in the strong wind, but found that the wind and snow, which had only slightly obstructed his vision, suddenly became heavy.
The sky suddenly darkened.
And further away, a long, dark dragon was rolling towards them.
Another blizzard?
Bifang was surprised at the sudden darkness of the sky, but the next moment he keenly realized that something was wrong. If it was a snowstorm, then what was in his mouth?
Sand, strong wind, raging dragon...
Bifang shuddered and almost jumped up in shock: "Oh my god, a sandstorm!"
[Sandstorm? How is that possible?]
[Old Fang, are you kidding me? There is a sandstorm here? ]
The audience was somewhat surprised and confused by the howl, but more of them were skeptical. From a normal person's perspective, how could a sandstorm appear in Greenland?
In the more than ten days since I came to the island, there has been nothing but snow. Is there anything else?
But when the audience looked into the distance, this doubt turned into shock, and the power of nature appeared again.
The originally clear vision seemed to be covered by a layer of gauze. The entire sky was dark and gray, and accompanied by an extremely pungent smell of dust.
Bifang was sure that this was definitely not snow, but sand and dust, a sandstorm!
No, it's even more outrageous than a sandstorm.
Bifang looked up at the dark sky and swallowed.
This is a blizzard plus a sandstorm!
The inky cirrus clouds swooped in from the north. In this high-latitude area, the rainfall was less than that in the Sahara Desert. But once the black cumulonimbus clouds appeared, the weather would change instantly and the accumulated snow would cover everything.
Dust mixed with dry snow rolled in like a roaring dragon, with the dust head dozens of meters high. The area covered by the clouds was pitch black, while the other half was pure white, and the boundary was as sharp as a knife's edge.
