v2 Chapter 342： my friend

At this moment, when the sun was the most poisonous in the day, the temperature in Gobi had already exceeded forty degrees. Zhang Heng put his backpack on his head to shield it from the direct sunlight. However, this move was not very useful. After a while, the skin exposed on his sleeves was tanned, the heat wave was transpiration, and the sight in front of him was distorted.

As a last resort, he had to find a backlit rock wall, sit down and rest for a while, wait for the sun to be a little bit, and then set off again. During this period, there was a race whiptail lizard and him hiding in the same shade for the summer.

In the Apollo training camp, Zhang Heng also trained in the desert survival section, but that was in the case of a supply package. NASA still did a good job in this aspect. Basically all emergency situations were considered, and anti-inflammatory drugs were also taken into account. Yes, but this time it was different. Zhang Heng was thrown into the Gobi by the game system. From dressing to carrying equipment, he didn't adapt to desert survival.

However, since the track was found, Zhang Heng originally planned to extend the track for a while and wait until the train came over. Then he picked up the train and reached the next settlement. However, I ’m not sure if he was unlucky. Two have passed so far. For many hours, he hadn't seen a train and could only continue on his own legs.

This time he walked for almost four hours, and the water in his body was evaporated quickly. Not only did the corners of his mouth begin to crack, but the exposed calves and arms were also slightly red and swollen, which meant that he had been slightly sunburned.

Fortunately, at this time, he could also see the small town in the distant sand.

Zhang Heng's hanging heart finally let go.

Like most small towns in the west at this time, the small town in front of which he did not know the name was also built by railway. Railroad tracks cross the town center. On one side are dwellings, on the other side are pubs, trick houses, casinos and the like. Entertainment area. This is because drunk people tend to make trouble easily, so it is necessary to isolate these carnivals.

But when Zhang Heng walked closer, he found some unusual places.

The most important point is that it is too deserted.

Although there were dwellings with open doors along the way, Zhang Heng couldn't see a figure inside, and the things were completely removed. Zhang Heng walked into a room and found that the ground was full of sand and dust. Its owner apparently has not been back for a long time.

The situation of other nearby houses is similar. The only difference is the bar in the town. Zhang Heng saw eight horses outside the door.

Considering that this is likely to be the only place in the town with people, he did not hesitate to open the door to the bar for too long.

Different from the empty town outside, the bar is very lively. Four men are yelling at each other while playing poker in front of a table, and a drunk guy is lying down on a table by the window. On the other hand, the lame bar owner counted the hidden wine on the wine rack, and on the other table were two slightly quiet young men, one wiping his rifle and one playing. With a dagger.

When Zhang Heng walked in, it was like someone pressed the mute button, and the noisy bar suddenly quieted down.

Zhang Heng can understand their thoughts. After all, his 21st-century dress looks a bit too trendy in this era. Coupled with his complexion, it is hard to be unobtrusive.

However, he did not come for a blind date, and did not care too much about what other people think of him. He roughly glanced at the surrounding environment, went straight to the bar, and put down his backpack.

"Excuse me, let me have a glass of water ... Also wine."

However, the lame boss did not turn around when he heard the words. In fact, he was still organizing the wine rack as if he hadn't heard anything.

Zhang Heng frowned, because the composition of immigrants in the United States is very complex, not only in England and Scots, but also in many other countries, so although this situation is relatively rare, the possibility that the boss does not speak English can not be ruled out So Zhang Heng asked again in French and Spanish.

The result still has no effect.

Instead, a bearded man put down the poker in his hand and came over. He was as rough as his fur bear. He behaved unexpectedly and politely. He asked Zhang Heng, "Do you mind if I sit next to you In position? "

"No, please." Zhang Hengdao paused and asked, "Since you are the guests here, you should be able to answer my next question. Is the owner of this bar a deaf?"

"Ha ha ha ha." The bear-like man laughed twice, but didn't immediately answer Zhang Heng's question, but said with interest, "Where did you come from, my friend, me Did not see your horse outside. "

"Others ... in the town." Zhang Hengdao.

"But as far as I know, there are no other towns within a hundred miles."

"So, as you can see, I've come a long way." Zhang Hengdao, looking sideways at the table where the man was sitting before, pointing at a bottle of whiskey above, "Can you give me a glass, I have a long time No more water. "

"Of course, of course, as the saying goes, good wine is always shared with friends." A man like Mao Xiong laughed, but instead of getting up, he was still sitting in place, looking at Zhang Heng ~ www.novelhall. com ~ blinked, "You're a Chinese guy, right, although you look stronger than most Chinese guys, wearing weird clothes and no such thing behind your head ..."

A bear-like man compared to a braided gesture, "Don't be nervous, I also had two Chinese friends before. They opened a grocery store in the town. I like them. Sincerely, I always patronize them. Shops, those hard-working, tireless little things, like the bees flying in your ears every day, buzz buzz, forgive me, I have n’t read many books, this analogy may not be appropriate ... until One day, there was a slight problem with our friendship. "

The look on the face of a man like a bear is very troubled. "You come to judge, that morning, I went to their shop as usual, took some honey candles, and probably two bottles of wine. When I was leaving, they suddenly stopped me and asked me to pay. By the way, I cleared out my previous debt. This kind of behavior hurt me deeply. Given the deep friendship between us, I do n’t think this is the case. Pure affection can be measured by money, so I put down the honey, put down the candles, put down the bacon ham in my hand, and then opened one of the bottles and drank two big mouthfuls.

"And in the process, my two friends kept chattering in my ears, so I had to pull out the revolver around my waist, and shot one of them on their cute little head, and then ... ... all of our problems were suddenly resolved. "

A bear-like man smiled. "Now, let me answer your previous question. No, the one-legged Randall's ears are not deaf. Considering his age, this old bastard's ears are more sensitive than dogs. I heard every word and every word you said clearly, but ... he just didn't care about tm. "