Chapter 279 Dust Storm

Jiang Yuzhi was about to say that she was not crying, but when she looked up, she found that Lin Baoer didn't seem to say anything. She was stunned and dazed.

Whose voice did she hear just now? But it was clearly Sister Baoer's voice?

Lin Baoer looked at her with confusion, not understanding why Jiang Yuzhi suddenly stared at her without saying anything, "What's wrong?"

she asked.

Jiang Yuzhi frowned and tilted her head, thinking that she must have heard hallucinations.

She shook her head and said, "It's okay..." Thinking that she was still blaming herself for what she had just said, Lin Baoer had to continue to comfort her, "But you also brought a lot of useful things, right? Like when Xiaosong accidentally hurt his hand, didn't you give him the medicine? Didn't you also bandage him?"

"Sometimes it doesn't matter what you bring, what matters is what you do."

Jiang Yuzhi nodded in ignorance, at least she stopped crying.

There was a warm conversation inside, but it was uncomfortable outside. Except for the poor husband and others who hid in the tent, the three people who were keeping watch outside could not stand the extremely low temperature. Even if Lin Baoer gave them a hot pack, it was useless and could not neutralize the coldness in other places.

Xiao Song's face was frozen stiff, and he huddled in a corner, almost turning into an ice block. He cried and buried his face in his clothes, "General, it's so cold... Why is it so cold..."

The wind blew in gusts, and he almost saw his grandmother.

Si Xu and Lin Zhishen were not feeling well either, and their faces were not very good, but compared to Xiao Song, these two could bear it better.

"The temperature now should be almost as cold as in the middle of winter." Si Xu frowned, his face was frozen blue.

Lin Zhishen pursed his lips and clenched his frozen hands tightly, "More than that."

At this time, Yu Sheng also poked his head out, "The weather is very strange, it's colder than when I came here before."

Otherwise, he would not have asked everyone to bring only one winter coat to keep warm, one winter coat would not be enough to withstand the cold.

"Practice?" Si Xu raised his head and looked at Lin Zhishen.

Exercise can effectively promote blood circulation, at least it won't be as cold as it is now.

Lin Zhishen nodded.

Soon, the sound of fighting rang out on the empty ground, with fists hitting flesh.

Others thought there was some kind of dispute, so they all ran out to see, and after finding that they were sparring, they shrank back.

In the tent, Yu Sheng and the two poor men leaned against each other, frowning, "Something is strange."

"What's strange?" Uncle Qiao took out a pot from his bag, and as soon as he opened it, the strong smell of alcohol instantly filled the small tent, making Yu Sheng lean back.

Except for him, the two poor men were drinking.

Uncle Qiao raised his head and took a big gulp, shaking with pleasure. After wiping his mouth, he generously handed it to Yu Sheng, "Try it?"

Yu Sheng shook his head.

He didn't like the strong smell of alcohol.

Wan Shun took it and took a big sip. He seemed to know what he was thinking and smiled, "Brother Yu, this wine is not for relieving hunger. In this weather, a sip of wine will warm your whole body."

Yu Sheng, who was already frozen to the bone, seemed to believe it. After a psychological struggle, he took the wine pot and tried to take a sip.

The strong and stimulating smell of wine filled his mouth, and his nose was also stimulated by the spicy taste and trembled. He almost vomited the wine as soon as it entered his throat. After swallowing it down with all his strength, he immediately coughed, which was earth-shaking.

"Hahaha..." The two people beside him laughed and patted him on the back, "This is what happens the first time you drink it. Just wait and see, your body will warm up in a while."

Yu Sheng didn't dare to agree. He frowned and suppressed the taste of alcohol in his mouth and stopped touching the pot of wine.

"By the way, what did you say just now, brother Yu? What's wrong?" Wan Shun and Uncle Qiao asked while drinking.

Yu Sheng, who was a little dizzy, barely cheered up a little and exhaled, "The temperature is not right. It wasn't this cold when I came here before, not to mention that we almost encountered a sandstorm at the beginning."

All these things were wrong, making him feel uneasy.

Hearing this, the two poor men nodded seriously, "I think so too. It's indeed much colder this time than before. In the past, I didn't even need to enter this damn tent. I could just sleep outside and drink some wine."

"That's right. The wind outside is so strong now that I can't even speak clearly!"

...

The fight outside also stopped. The two who had warmed up finally lost the stiff feeling before. They were warm all over. However, they were instantly chilled by the cold wind, but it was still much better than before.

"Not bad." Si Xu praised Lin Zhishen.

Neither of them used real kung fu, but just exchanged some skills. However, Si Xu, who had been in the barracks for many years, could not see that Lin Zhishen was a martial artist and was a rare talent.

Lin Zhishen also smiled at him appreciatively.

Xiaosong next to him was still curled up like a quail. Si Xu couldn't stand it anymore, so he walked over and kicked him, "Get up, I'll practice with you."

Xiaosong raised his head tremblingly, and was about to agree, when suddenly, a gust of wind blew towards them, rustling the luggage outside the tent. Some small and light things were almost blown away, but Lin Zhishen was quick to catch them in mid-air.

"What the hell?!" Si Xu raised his hand to half-block the wind, and looked vigilantly in the direction of the wind.

Lin Zhishen's expression also became solemn.

Because the strong wind did not stop, and even had a tendency to intensify.

They had to call the people in the tent out.

Yu Sheng climbed out of the tent the moment the wind started. Seeing the wind wrapped around the sand, his expression suddenly changed.

"Quick, everyone come out! Go hide behind the sand and stones first."

The sand and stones blocked the way in front. Although they were facing away from the wind, everyone was still staggered by the wind and felt that the wind was coming with bad intentions.

"What's going on?" Si Xu shouted in the wind.

But now no one could answer him, because everyone's eyes were wide open, staring at the sandstorm that was gradually approaching them.

Although it was night, the storm was still clear, making people feel timid.

"Quick! Xiaosong! Protect the princess!" Si Xu roared, and everyone was busy trying to hide behind the sand and pray that the stone could stop the sandstorm.

It was too late for them to escape, it was too fast, so fast that the sandstorm came in front of them almost instantly, and then swept everyone into the center of the storm.

When the strong wind tore the clothes on their bodies, Lin Baoer had to try hard to hold Jiang Yuzhi's hand, because Jiang Yuzhi had already flown into the air. If she didn't hold her, the consequences would be disastrous.