Chapter 121
"It's a sandstorm!"
Someone shouted, while others stared at the director team in disbelief. They didn't know whether they wanted an explanation or something else. Their minds were in a mess, and the same sentence kept repeating over and over again: Why didn't the production team tell us about the sandstorm?
"Hurry, get in the car."
Instinctive fear made all the contestants run towards the off-road vehicle of the program team without much thought. They thought that the program team was also unaware of this accident, but when they ran to the program team's vehicle, they were stopped from getting in.
"What do you mean? This is a sandstorm." Phil from the United States was the first to get angry. Did the production team want them to die?
"Only those who are eliminated can get on the bus." Elena didn't care about Phil's yelling at all. After all, she was still Phil's senior! Even if she became a director now, her status was still there, so it was impossible for her to give Phil special treatment.
"If something happens, will you be responsible?" One of the men from the British Empire was also scared. He was a mercenary and came here to make money, not to lose his life.
"Don't worry, we've bought insurance." Elena said, "Oh, and this, too."
Elena took out a breathing mask similar to the ones worn by firefighters, which showed that she had been prepared.
In an instant, not only the contestants on the scene were dumbfounded, but even the people in the live broadcast room were stunned. What was the point of the show?
"This is a wilderness survival show. Come on, it's a show. Are the production team crazy? Have they forgotten how many celebrities are here? They can't afford to compensate Phil just based on his net worth."
"The production team may have their own considerations, or they want a more realistic wilderness survival experience."
"Then find professionals. These are celebrities, amateurs."
No one could understand the program team's idea. Sandstorms are deadly.
"Oh my god, why aren't you running? Why aren't you running? It's almost here."
"Ahhh, run, stop talking, run."
Seeing the dust in the distance getting closer and closer, the audience in the live broadcast room were shocked.
"Brother? What should we do?" Lin Zhinan was also panicked. Seeing that other teams were still arguing with the production team, she looked at the rolling dust and was instinctively afraid.
"Run!" Chu Huaiqin and Xia Entang exchanged a glance. The production team must have known about the current situation long ago. Not ending the show meant that the level of the sandstorm was still under control. "Xia Entang, go get a mask."
Sandstorms have an impact on the heart and lungs, and this mask has a filtering effect.
"Run? Okay, run," the little monk responded, pulling Lin Zhinan's hand. His face was full of panic, and his feet kept pacing. It was his first time encountering a sandstorm, and he was frightened by the scale of this natural phenomenon. "Brother, brother, where are you running, where are you running?"
"Wait," Chu Huaiqin took out binoculars and scanned the Gobi Desert. If they wanted to run, they would definitely run towards the tail of the wind, but they didn't know how large the scope of this sandstorm was. The only thing they could do was to run to a place with obstructions and wait until the wind passed before coming out.
The Gobi Desert is full of hills. What makes it different from the desert is that the hills are made of solid soil, rather than sand dunes like in the desert, which can bury people when blown by strong winds.
"Run southeast. There are hills ahead." Chu Huaiqin put down his binoculars, took the mask Xia En brought back, put it on, checked the others to make sure it was okay, and looked back at the rolling sandstorm. It wasn't moving very fast, so it didn't seem to be very high-level. However, facing the eye of the storm directly would be very terrifying. "Run."
Following Chu Huaiqin's order, the little monk pulled Lin Zhinan and ran away, and Chu Huaiqin and others followed behind.
As soon as the rolling team moved, the others who were still arguing were stunned. What was going on?
Live broadcast room:
"The people from the Rolling Team are going too far. They are fighting for power with the director team. They are betraying the team."
"Thank you, we are on different teams. PS: Come on, brother, run, don't let the eye of the storm catch up."
"Ah, the Sheep Team ran away too. Damn, the Maozi Team also got the mask. Traitors."
The American audience roared in disbelief and was completely surprised.
"Since the production team is continuing with the show, this sandstorm must be within their acceptable range!"
There are still sober people.
"Ah, if that's the case, then why are you running?"
"Idiot, you're looking for death by heading straight into the eye of the storm instead of running away?"
"Since it's about survival in the wild, it's understandable that the production team continued the show while ensuring his life."
More and more people came out to support the program team in the live broadcast room, and the audience from the United States was speechless for a while.
At this time, the people from the Sam Country saw more and more people leaving, and the sandstorm was getting closer and closer, and they became anxious for a while.
"Let's go!" Will Smith couldn't stay any longer. In the current situation, they either had to withdraw from the competition or run away.
Fili was unwilling. "Why, I..."
"Let's go!" Liman also spoke, took the mask from the staff, put it on, turned around and ran.
Phil: ...
"run!"
Finally, the protesting crowd scrambled to grab the masks from the staff and put them on their heads. They felt extremely regretful for a moment. If they had known earlier, they would have run away earlier. Looking at the rolling team, they could hardly see their backs.
The sky and the earth were getting darker and darker. Although there was no flying sand and rocks or howling wind, there was still a lot of wind and sand. Especially the momentum of the black dust rushing towards them caused a lot of psychological pressure on people. People with weak psychological defenses could collapse directly.
Human power is ultimately no match for the wind and sand. When Chu Huaiqin and the others heard screams behind them, they turned around and saw the contestants being thrown overboard by the dust. Seeing someone being thrown overboard, the runners who were still running immediately yelled, "Hurry, get down!"
"Hold my hand, don't let go."
"Find a blockage, don't separate."
Chaos ensued. The production crew was also nervous. Although they had prepared a plan, with two staff members accompanying each contestant, they were still afraid of accidents when the sandstorm came. Director Anthony kept directing the front line, asking the staff, blinded by the wind, to keep track of the direction and position of each contestant.
"Oh my God, the show was really crazy, crazy. I saw Phil was blown away by the wind, really blown away. He must have been injured. I could hear his screams."
"Two people from the Malian team were also thrown over and rolled on the ground several times."
"God, I saw Agata get blown down too. She was one of the only two girls on the team. Luckily Andre caught her. They should have run with Gungun first. The Gungun team is so good at judging danger."
"They also said that if the Rolling Team hadn't run away and joined forces to fight the production team, maybe they would have been able to get on the bus."
"Oh my god, stop arguing. No one can see. How dense is the dust? It's turning people yellow."
"Why can't we say it? The Rolling Team has always been so selfish."
"Don't be afraid, we're safe now. We've passed the eye of the storm. Now only the rolling team is left, along with a few other teams that ran ahead. Just wait and see, the eye of the storm will definitely catch up with them."
"Yes, we wait for the Rolling Team to be overturned by the eye of the storm."
"They are all poisonous, your own stupidity has nothing to do with us."
"That's right, come on, dear brother. My brother loves to slap people in the face. I believe in him."
"Haha, that's right, our Rolling Team must be the only team that is not blown away by the eye of the storm."
The livestream was abuzz with activity, and everyone's attention was fixed on Chu Huaiqin. Even the camera in A1's livestream was cut to them. They watched as the eye of the sandstorm devoured team after team, all of them anxious. Some were worried about why the wind and dust hadn't caught up to the rolling team, while others were worried that the eye of the sandstorm would catch up. "Hurry, we're almost at the hills, come on!"
"Come on, Eye of the Dust Storm! Hurry! They're almost at the hills! Chase them! Charge!"
"Brother, go!"
Chu Huaiqin didn't know that the audience in the live broadcast room were competing for them. He only cared about Lin Zhinan.
"Can you still hold on?" Chu Huaiqin turned his head to look at Lin Zhinan. Now he was holding her hand and running. Lin Zhinan's backpack had been transferred to the little monk, and Su Huaichen's backpack was also carried by Xia Entang. The five of them ran towards the hill, thirty meters, twenty-nine meters...
Little by little, the eye of the sandstorm behind me was getting closer and closer.
"Brother, it's okay." Lin Zhinan was panting heavily, but she didn't want to be caught up in the eye of the sandstorm. She had just heard screams, and when she looked back, she saw many people being thrown overboard. She thought, if it were her, she would definitely get hurt if she got thrown overboard. If she didn't withdraw from the competition, she would be held back, so she couldn't be a drag.
"Come on," Chu Huaiqin encouraged her, and then said to the little monk and the others, "You run first."
"What?" The three looked at Chu Huaiqin in surprise, not understanding why he said that.
"There's no point in you running along. Let's go to the hills first and solve any problems if they arise," Chu Huaiqin said, panting.
The little monk and Xia En looked at each other, then looked at Su Huaichen, and immediately each grabbed one of him and ran.
Su Huaichen: Why do you want to bring me with you? Help!
"Ahh, the Sheep Team has been swallowed up."
"Oh, the camel caravan was swallowed up."
"Good job, the Rolling Team is left."
"Brother, run faster, there are still ten meters to go."
Ten meters, nine meters, eight meters...
Arriving at the hill and finding their proper position, Xia En and the others stood up and waved to Chu Huaiqin and the others. Previously, they had been focused on running, but now, seeing the eye of the sandstorm approaching from behind Chu Huaiqin and Lin Zhinan, their shock was undeniable. Especially as they watched the eye of the sandstorm creep closer, Xia En even felt a sense of fear, as if he would suddenly vanish...
"My dear."
Xia Entang could no longer care about anything. He rushed down the hill, grabbed Chu Huaiqin's hand and ran up the hill. The eye of the sandstorm was getting closer and closer. Less than five seconds after Xia Entang pulled Chu Huaiqin to lie down, the eye of the sandstorm swept past, and in an instant, the sky was covered with yellow sand.
The wind blew sand and dust over their bodies, and even though they were wearing clothes, they could still feel the oppressive force of the wind.
“…Huff, huff, huff…”
The sound of rapid breathing continued to ring out from the face. Xia Entang held Chu Huaiqin tightly, letting the wind and sand blow through his back. For a moment, he had the illusion that only the two of them were left in the world.
"Are you okay?" Xia En raised his head and looked at Chu Huaiqin through the yellow sand.
"Don't worry, it's okay, hehe, safe landing."
Chu Huaiqin's heartbeat was a little faster now. He was lucky not to be swept away by the sandstorm.
Live broadcast room:
"Yeah, I landed successfully, I won, I didn't get flipped over."
"Haha, the eye of the sandstorm can't catch up, haha."
"Congratulations to the Rolling Team for being the only team not caught up by the eye of the sandstorm, Saigao."
The live broadcast room was as lively as the New Year, but the audience from the United States were so angry that their faces turned pale, and they kept shouting: Just wait.
Chinese audience: Our brother loves to be slapped in the face.
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