The man with the gold-rimmed glasses wanted to stop them, but the camel seemed unwilling to continue on the original route.

The fatty winked at Rou Yi and whispered, "Never mind them. Follow Batur quickly. The guide won't be wrong. If we get swallowed by the black sandstorm, we're all doomed."

Batur led the camel at a rapid pace. Rou Yi and the other person on the camel also dismounted to increase their speed, leading the camel and walking quickly behind Batur.

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses followed behind Batur, muttering and complaining about Batur going back on his word. Batur ignored him, leading the camel at the front of the group as if fleeing for his life.

When they reached a sand dune, the man with the gold-rimmed glasses couldn't help but look back, and "Fuck!" escaped his lips.

A black wall of sand was rolling in from the distant horizon, carried by a strong wind. The distant sky had turned a murky black. The others were also seeing the true face of a black sandstorm for the first time and were deeply shaken by the sight before them.

Driven by fear, the man with the gold-rimmed glasses unconsciously quickened his pace, surpassing Batur and running to the front of the group. Batur quickly called out to the man with the gold-rimmed glasses, "Hey! Don't, run fast, have, danger, follow, camel, go."

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses ignored Batur's advice and ran forward like crazy, running a dozen meters in that short time. Several Blackwater mercenaries followed the man with the gold-rimmed glasses, and the instructor couldn't stop them. Batur was worried that something would happen to the man with the gold-rimmed glasses, so he pulled the camel and accelerated to follow him.

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses and the mercenaries ran further and further away, soon disappearing from sight.

Rou Yi said to the fatty, "Should we follow them?"

The fatty grabbed Rou Yi and said, "Ignore those who ran ahead. We don't know the situation in the desert. Batur is familiar with the environment here. Following the guide is the right thing to do."

The group following Batur walked for about ten minutes when they saw the people who had run ahead in a sand pit not far from their direction. They had stopped and were standing in the sand pit in strange postures.

Batur was experienced and quickly determined that those people had deviated from their direction while running and had mistakenly entered quicksand. The quicksand in the sand pit was like a sticky quagmire, tightly binding the man with the gold-rimmed glasses and the others, making it impossible for them to escape.

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses' body was sinking rapidly in the quicksand, his lower body already buried in the sand. The others were also deeply trapped in the quicksand. In a panic, some people tried to struggle to escape, but struggling didn't free them from the quicksand. Instead, it caused them to sink quickly into the quicksand. Before long, only one hand was left exposed in the sand. After a moment, that hand also sank into the sand.

When the man with the gold-rimmed glasses saw Batur's camel caravan, he cried out, "Help! Save me! Help!"

The others trapped in the quicksand also yelled and screamed, their cries for help rising and falling.

Upon seeing this, Batur immediately took a blanket rolled into a stick shape from the camel's hump and ran towards the sand pit. Several mercenaries also ran towards the sand pit with Batur.

Batur quickly assessed the extent of the quicksand. He lay on the edge of the quicksand and extended the stick made of the rolled-up blanket. But at this time, most of the man with the gold-rimmed glasses' body had sunk into the quicksand, leaving only his head outside. Because his chest was being squeezed by the quicksand, the man with the gold-rimmed glasses was already suffocating, his face was purplish-blue, his lips were purple-black, and he couldn't say a word. Naturally, he couldn't grab the stick, and everyone could only watch helplessly as the man with the gold-rimmed glasses sank into the quicksand.

The Blackwater mercenaries outside the quicksand learned from Batur and used sticks to reach out to their companions, but the length of the sticks was limited, and the people in the quicksand couldn't reach them.

One mercenary became anxious and took a step forward, but his feet immediately sank into the quicksand. The mercenary who had sunk into the quicksand moved towards the center of the sand pit with the flow of the quicksand and couldn't break free at all.

Upon seeing this, Batur said, "Don't move!"

He handed the stick-shaped blanket in his hand to the man, and then several people cooperated with Batur to pull hard. It took a great deal of effort to pull the mercenary who had accidentally stepped into the quicksand out. The rescued mercenary was so frightened that he lost all color in his face, and his legs trembled non-stop.

The people who could still be seen on the quicksand just now could no longer be found. They disappeared into the quicksand, and it was as if nothing had happened on this sand pit.

The instructor kept gesturing, seemingly asking Batur to think of another way, but Batur shook his head and said, "They, already, by demons, taken away, no come, back."

Then, Batur returned to the camel caravan and continued to lead the camel to escape.

In addition to the rolling black sandstorm in the distance, there was another problem in front of them, and that was the communication barrier due to language differences. The only man with the gold-rimmed glasses who could communicate with Batur was now buried in the quicksand.

The camel caravan was now reduced to only six people: Batur, the instructor, Rou Yi, the fatty, and two mercenaries, including the ruthless man who used a slingshot to repel the wolves.

Batur was chanting something in a low voice, speaking in Uyghur, with a rhythmic tone, like singing or reciting scriptures. The fatty quietly asked Rou Yi beside him, "Can you understand him?"

Rou Yi said, "I've been exposed to a little Uyghur. I feel like he's reciting some kind of scripture, roughly meaning that he hopes the demons in the desert will spare our lives and let us go."

The fatty said, "This old Ba is quite superstitious..."

...

The terrifying black sandstorm, wrapped in a black wall of sand more than ten meters high, was heading towards the camel caravan. The black sandstorm was getting closer and closer to the camel caravan. The wind and sand in the front had already swept over the camel caravan, making it impossible for everyone to open their eyes. The sand hitting their bodies felt like being cut by a knife.

The wind and sand were getting stronger and stronger. Seeing that the black sandstorm was close at hand, Batur shouted, "Follow, camel, go! Don't, fall behind!"

"Follow, camel, go!"

...

"Don't, fall behind!"

The howling wind and sand quickly drowned out Batur's voice.

The camel, as if frightened, suddenly accelerated and ran. Rou Yi and the fatty barely managed to keep up with one of the camels. The wind and sand blocked their vision, and the visibility was less than two meters.

Before long, the black sandstorm swept in, and the sand and dust completely covered the sky, and it was dark all around. The camel caravan was scattered.

The black sandstorm lasted until the afternoon of the next day. The original landforms in the desert had changed as a result, and many sand dunes had disappeared inexplicably. The traces of the camel caravan's journey were also completely erased.

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