"Damn! It's a sandstorm!"
Having left the ambush point and headed south for about 20 kilometers, the sound of "Wrench" came through the radio.
Song Heping stuck his head out the car window to look south.
In his sight, the Sahara finally revealed its most ferocious fangs.
A yellow cloud appeared on the distant horizon, and the entire world seemed to be stripped of color, leaving only a despairing, turbulent yellowish brown.
The fierce wind whipped up a sand wall dozens of meters high, stretching from heaven to earth, like a mythical moving mountain range, crushing down from the northwest!
"What do we do, boss?"
In the lead vehicle, "Wrench" asked Song Heping a bit nervously.
"Protect yourselves and drive through! We don't have time, can't stop!"
Song Heping made the decision after only hesitating for two seconds.
He was familiar with the desert.
When crossing Egypt's desert before, he had experienced sandstorms.
