Desert in the Basin.
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The wind howled along the endless wasteland, sand dunes, and a few oil wells that were barely visible. There wasn't any sign of living things.
Two desert-colored military jeeps drove on the sand-covered highway, one in front of the other.
This was the center of the Junggar Basin, the second largest desert in China—Dzoosotoyn Elisen Desert.
There was no life to be found here.
As Wang Peng looked into the distance, he squinted and said happily, "The weather is pretty nice today."
Lu Zhou: "… You call this nice?"
"At least there's no sandstorm, it's pretty nice," Wang Peng said while holding the steering wheel. He smiled at Lu Zhou, who was sitting in the back seat, and said, "Do you know what Dzoosotoyn Elisen means?"
Lu Zhou didn't know a lot about liberal arts, so he asked, "What does it mean?"
Wang Peng: "In Mongolian language, it means infested with wild boars."