Tomb Raiding: My Family's Last Clan Chief is Little Brother

Chapter 196 Signal Guidance
In the boundless yellow sand, it seemed as if only their vehicle had survived.

The radio was completely cut off, and all that could be heard on the walkie-talkie was a hissing electromagnetic noise.

The three sat in the car, where a pitch-black monster seemed to be roaring and pounding on the car windows in the sandstorm. All around them was surging blackness that blotted out the sky.

Suddenly, there was a loud crash, and the car jolted violently, as if something had hit the hood. The car alarms went off.

Zhang Wuxun frowned and said urgently, "Get out of the car."

"What?" Wu Xiaoxie and the other looked at him in confusion. Getting out of the car in this awful weather was practically suicide.

“If we don’t get out of the car now, we’ll all be buried in the sand and die,” Zhang Wuxun urged. “Quick, put on your cloaks, goggles, and cover your faces and heads with your face coverings.”

Wu Xiaoxie knew Zhang Wuxun well; he never made alarmist claims. He immediately knelt down, pulled a backpack from the trunk, and handed the windproof gear inside to the two of them.

The shadows outside the window grew thicker, and one of the car doors facing the wind was completely covered by sand. Zhang Wuxun kicked the other car door open with two kicks.

As soon as the car door opened a crack, sand rushed in without support, and a howling wind instantly snapped the entire door to one side, making it teeter on the verge of collapse.

"Come on!"

Zhang Wuxun grabbed Wu Xiaoxie with one hand and the bearded foreigner with the other. The three of them struggled to move forward, braving the strong wind and carrying heavy equipment.

After walking less than ten meters, Wu Xiaoxie spotted a dark shadow in the yellow sky ahead. Judging from its shape, it seemed to be a car.

Wu Xiaoxie patted Zhang Wuxun's arm and pointed in that direction, "Muyu, there are still people over there."

The wind was too strong, and Zhang Wuxun couldn't hear what Wu Xiaoxie said at all, but he still understood what he meant.

The three of them held each other's arms and walked over there together.

The car was almost completely buried in the sand, and those three idiots inside were still playing cards!
The car had somehow driven into the quicksand bed, and the wheels were surrounded by sand pits. If you stepped into one, it would suck you in and pull you into the sand.

They knocked on the windows for ages, but the people inside remained perfectly at ease, completely unaware that a crisis was about to unfold.

Zhang Wuxun slammed his elbow into the edge of the car window, hitting it several times in a row. The window cracked with spiderweb-like patterns. Then he punched it, and the glass shattered completely and fell inside.

The people inside were finally alerted. They were still wondering why Zhang Wuxun and the others weren't staying in the car waiting for rescue when Zhang Wuxun reached in through the broken window, opened the car door, and yelled, "Idiots, hurry up and put on your windproof gear and come with us."

The three then realized the danger and quickly did as instructed.

By this time, the wind had grown so strong that even stones the size of bowls on the ground could be blown away, whizzing past their heads and pelting them with sharp, crackling stones that made them wince in pain.

"Get down quickly!"

The group quickly lay down, wrapped their arms around their heads, and waited for the storm to pass.

It's said that when bad luck strikes, even drinking cold water can cause problems, and this saying is certainly fitting to describe their situation right now.

After the gust of wind carrying gravel passed, the group lifted their heads from the sand and, upon counting their numbers, discovered that one person was missing.

Wu Xiaoxie felt something at his feet, and when he squatted down to take a closer look, he realized it was a person.

After the man lay on the ground, a stone blew over and knocked him unconscious. Fortunately, he was wearing a hat on his head and had a Bible with its pages blown off by the wind, leaving only the cover, which prevented him from bleeding.

Clearly, his beloved Jesus did protect him a little, but since they belonged to different heavenly realms, he couldn't defeat the jinx.

Zhang Wuxun had no choice but to take off his backpack and hand it to the tall, bearded foreigner. He then turned the ebony box containing the knife to his front and, with Wu Xiaoxie's help, carried the man on his back. Just then, the surroundings suddenly brightened.

A scorching white light streaked across the heads of the crowd, startling them. Before they could react, three more streaks followed in quick succession.

"It's a signal flare!" Wu Xiaoxie exclaimed, and quickly crouched down.

The bearded foreigner quickly dropped to the ground, cursing, "Which bastard fired a signal flare upwind! Are they trying to kill us already?"

A fireball traveling at over 160 kilometers per hour with a temperature exceeding 1000 degrees Celsius would hit someone and you wouldn't even need to try to save them; you could just prepare to be eaten alive.

Wu Xiaoxie covered his mouth and nose with his arm and said in a muffled voice, "Muyu, should we go over and see what might have happened over there?"

“Okay, many hands make light work. Let’s go and join them.” Zhang Wuxun nodded.

The group of six hung their backpacks in front of them to protect themselves from flying rocks and aligned their compasses with the correct direction.

"Stay close to the group, don't fall behind!"

That's what they said, but after walking two kilometers, Zhang Wuxun, who was walking in front, suddenly realized that of the six of them, only three remained.

"Damn it! Where's Wu Xie?"

Zhang Wuxun was carrying someone on his back and had no free hands, so he kicked the bearded foreigner in the leg.

The bearded foreigner staggered, somewhat bewildered.

The wind was so strong that Zhang Wuxun couldn't even catch his own tail when he shouted out the words.

Zhang Wuxun quickly put down the person he was carrying, leaned close to the bearded foreigner, and gestured to inquire about the whereabouts of Wu Xiaoxie and the other two.

The bearded foreigner shook his head blankly. He had been so focused on following Zhang Wuxun that he hadn't noticed anything about his surroundings.

"grass!"

Zhang Wuxun cursed, regretting that he should have made Wu Xiaoxie carry an extra backpack. It would have been tiring, but at least the wind wouldn't have blown it away.

Just then, another signal flare flew overhead. The bearded foreigner quickly gestured with his hands, indicating that the source of the signal flare had shifted and was now not far in front of them.

Zhang Wu glanced behind him, gritted his teeth, turned around and said, "Let's go!"

The two of them were already at their limit, and even if they went back to find Wu Xiaoxie and the others, they wouldn't be able to bring them back.

The bearded foreigner had no objection, and the two walked another hundred meters or so. In the area that the miner's lamp could barely illuminate, two black figures suddenly sprang out from the yellow sand.

The two figures ran very fast, and in the blink of an eye they were in front of Zhang Wuxun and the other man. They helped the bearded foreigner, whose mind was no longer functioning, and Black Beard unloaded the weight from his body.

The young man's bottle cap was so loose from blowing that it couldn't be closed anymore. He carried the bearded foreigner on his back and pointed in the direction they had come from.

Hei Xiazi pointed his signal gun at the sky and fired another shot.

The three sped up and rushed over a sand dune, below which was a deep, sheltered ravine crammed with more than a dozen people.

Zhang Wuxun dropped the person on his back, pointed at his head, and said to A Ning, who came over to check, "Is the team doctor here? This guy hit his head. Let's see if he can survive."

(End of this chapter)