He was lying on a piece of hot Gobi when the salty wind wrapped gravel and hit the fifth goose's face.
The severe pain in his forehead made his vision always covered with a layer of blood mist. In addition to the smell of rust, there was also a smell mixed with horse manure and some strange grassy smell in his nose. He struggled to stand up, but his left hand touched a piece of cold metal - it was the titanium alloy wrench he had slipped into his trouser pocket yesterday when he was inspecting equipment on the drilling platform.
