Huangfu Yongxian led the group across the Gobi Desert, following an experienced guide, orderly traversing north along the Gobi.
They said that crossing the great desert was terrifying, but in reality, it wasn't so exaggerated. Many places weren't desert; the Gobi could even support horseback riding. Of course, it couldn't be like the grasslands on the eastern front where they could charge straight through; the march was much slower, and all these days they had just barely entered the Gobi.
Though there was wind and sand blowing against their faces, the weather wasn't hot, and things like sandstorms usually wouldn't arise at this time, making it relatively easier to march.
But as Huangfu Yongxian rode slowly, he gradually felt the fine sand originally blowing against his face begin to grow larger, then a swirling cloud of sand and dust rose into the sky like waves crashing down, as if they were amidst a roaring sea.
