Wind Erosion Valley, dry riverbed, a 15-kilometer-long heavy rail train quietly parked, with over 500 carriages winding like a dragon, seemingly stretching to the end of the horizon.
18:00
The afterglow of the sunset painted the Gobi Desert with a rusty red, the sand glimmered with fine golden scales in the twilight, but was then lifted into a flowing red tide by the suddenly rising north wind, crashing against half-buried abandoned oil barrels, producing hollow echoes.
On the Joint Train, over four thousand people were busily preparing to face the night.
"It's said that sand ants aren't the same as the ants we're familiar with, but for safety's sake, inspect all cracks, vents, including bathroom pipes!"
On the Infinity communicator, Chen Sixuan was briskly walking between the carriages, reminding everyone.
