An off-road vehicle was driving in the desert, and Chen Chuan was sitting in the back seat of the vehicle. All he saw along the way were large areas of wasteland. At first, he could occasionally see shepherds, but later he could no longer see them. He could only see them from a distance.

A few sightings of wild horses.

The Beissa Khanate covers a large area, and Shahran is not close to Balkhtu. It will take about half a day to drive there.

Of course, it would be faster for him to go there by himself, but there is a high probability that he will have a conflict with another fighter. The opponent's strength is unknown. He will not despise the opponent just because he is a fighter from a small country, and this is still a foreign country.

It's hard to say what the situation will be, so there's no need to spend too much before the battle.

He arrived at the central city of Balktu in the morning. It took him less than two hours to enter the city and finish talking about the matter, and then set off immediately. It was already around 5:30 in the afternoon, and it was almost nightfall in the Beesa Khanate.

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At this time, the wind speed suddenly increased, and sand and dust were kicked up on the ground. The driver saw that the scenery in the distance began to become blurry, looked at the sky again, immediately turned around, took off his scarf and said loudly: "Mr.

, maybe a sandstorm is coming, how about we find a place to hide?"

Chen Chuan asked: "How long will the sandstorm here last approximately?"

After the driver said a few words, he spit out some sand, and then said: "This season, it won't be too long, but it will still take two or three hours."

Chen Chuan asked: "How far is it from Shahran?"

"There are still about two to three hundred kilometers left."

Chen Chuan nodded and said, "Then you find a place to hide first, and I can walk the rest of the way by myself."

The driver was stunned for a moment, but instead of persuading him, he nodded obediently.

Before he set off, he had told him that he should not ask more questions or worry about what he wanted to do, just follow it. He put the scarf back on and stopped the car.

Chen Chuan opened the car door and walked out. He glanced at the sky. Maybe it was because of the approaching wind and sand. The sky, which was already about to fall into the night, suddenly became extremely dim, and the sand and the sky seemed to be mixed together.

This time, because he was traveling in an open wasteland, he took Chao Ming with him, who followed him along the way. However, now he encountered strong winds, which was not conducive to flying, and he needed to find a place to take shelter first.

He gestured to the sky, Chao Ming let out a penetrating chirp, lowered his height, and slowly fell to one side.

Chen Chuan looked forward, stretched out his hand to hold down his hat, and there was a slight light flickering on his body. Then his figure disappeared from the place in an instant. A moment later, there seemed to be a thunderous sound in the desert, and the wind and sand in front seemed to be blown by

Split from the middle, splitting towards the two sides, the dust and sand rolled endlessly, and lasted for a while before gathering again, and at the front end, there was a faint light like lightning flashing, and it went far away in an instant.

Chen Chuan ran forward all the way, and when the sky was almost completely dark, he came to a sand cliff in the desert.

This should be Shahran, one of the sacrificial sites of the Beesa Khanate in the past. At this moment, he could see beams of lights shining on it. Even if it was covered by wind and sand, he could see it from a long distance away.

Because the intelligence officer in Dashun knew little about the situation here, he originally thought that there might be relatively tight security around this place. However, when he arrived here, he discovered that except for some sentry towers on the sand cliff, there was no anything on the outside.

Things like fortifications and bunkers simply don't look like the main stronghold of a resistance force.

He thought for a moment, probably thinking that there were fighters here to protect him, so there was no need to get these things.

However, it is not wrong to think about it this way. With the force of the Beesa Khanate, there is no way to invest many troops here. If they come in the open wilderness, they will not be able to withstand the massacre of the fighters, unless there is another fighter to fight with them.

Contest, and that kind of battle, ordinary fortifications are even more meaningless.

At this time, the wind and sand were getting stronger. He stopped in front, took out a jade-like mask with a vertical red line between his eyebrows and put it on. The red scarf was flying outside, and the wind and sand were flying from outside the blouse.

However, it can be seen that the sand gradually loses its power after entering a certain distance around his body, and floats there, and then rotates around his body. From a distance, it seems as if a hole has appeared in the dense wind and sand.

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After putting on the mask, he walked forward holding the Snow Lord Sword.

In the sentry on the sand cliff, there are many sentry personnel wearing windproof masks and covering their heads and faces. However, they look very slack at the moment. They are all leaning against the sand wall, drinking kumiss, bragging and chatting with their companions, and from time to time

And let out a loud laugh.

They are most relaxed when the sand blows up. Who would come here when the sand blows? This is very unrealistic. Apart from this, who would dare to attack a stronghold where a fighter is stationed?

The one from Balktu is coming soon. According to what their patron saint told them, the god Balktu has already become Dashun’s lackey. Just like an old wolf in the wilderness, his claws are no longer sharp and his hair is long gone.

He was bald and could only curl up in the city and howl a few times, looking outside with vicious eyes, but did not dare to go out and fight the beasts that invaded the door of his house.

They also firmly believe in this statement and believe that their patron saint can lead them to get rid of the interference of foreign powers, make the Beesa Khanate a completely independent country, and prosper under the protection of Mahamoli.

Within the sentry, there was an obvious fighter walking around. He was not as lazy as the others, but was very alert. His sharp eyes would look outside from time to time. When he looked outside again

, suddenly his expression tightened, and he quickly lay down on the observation port. After taking a closer look, he said loudly: "Someone is coming! Get up, get up quickly, pick up the gun!"

After hearing these words, the militant who was drinking kumiss stood up in a panic, picked up his gun and aimed it. However, because it was already night, and there was flying sand below, the visibility was really not high, so he

He fired a few shots randomly and blindly at the bottom, which had little use except to embolden himself and create panic.

The fighter ran to the light position, pushed the searchlight, swept it back and forth several times, and finally adjusted it back and forth, finally shining on Chen Chuan.

Chen Chuan didn't evade him, didn't even look up, and continued walking forward according to the original rhythm. It was just the fluttering red scarf and the bright red vertical mark on the mask that made everyone above him jump.

For some reason, the leader felt a sense of fear and shouted: "Right there, shoot! Shoot!"

All of a sudden, the various firearms above rang out, and the dark night was full of flickering flames spitting out from the muzzles of the guns. However, even with the light of the searchlight, because the distance was far away, and the marksmanship of the militants was also very impressive, there was no one.

The bullet hit him.

Until he gradually approached, the hit rate finally improved. At this time, the machine gun above also rang. However, after the bullets flew into the range of tens of meters, they slowed down and finally fell one after another as if they had no power.

On the soft sand.

When the leader saw this situation, his eyes widened and his whole body started to tremble. He swallowed, quietly stepped back a few steps, then turned around and ran inside.

Chen Chuan had already reached the bottom of the cliff platform at this time. He jumped and arrived on the platform more than 20 meters high in an instant. After he stood still, the people above were stunned for a while, and then they started shouting crazily, and one by one they would

The muzzle of the gun was pointed at him, and the trigger was pressed to the end, firing at him desperately, even if the bullet was empty, it was still clicking.

But the next moment, something invisible seemed to sweep by. These people all turned their eyes white and fell down. The surroundings suddenly became quiet.

Chen Chuan glanced somewhere ahead, then followed the leader's footsteps and walked into the sandstone building.

He seemed to be walking at a normal speed, but after one or two steps, the person seemed to flicker, suddenly appear in the distance, and then flash again.

There were still many guards and armed men inside the building, but as he walked by, those people fell all the way, and there was only a muffled sound of human bodies hitting the ground.

After walking like this for a minute or two, the leader in front ran into an empty hall with a dome. He ran over and crawled over, and said to the tall figure on the seat in front of him: "Moli Tian

,Yes, there is..."

In the middle of his words, he suddenly lost consciousness, his body failed and fell, and his face hit the ground solidly.

After a while, with the sound of footsteps coming from outside, Chen Chuan's figure appeared at the door of the hall. He looked forward and saw a burly man with a bare upper body and scars all over his body sitting there. He was facing towards

He kept pouring kumiss into his mouth, and the wine flowed onto his scarred chest.

Fighters usually don't drink. Of course, a little alcohol has no effect on them, let alone fighters. It's just that there are some deeper reasons involved, and most people are willing to abide by them. Fighters can also easily remove their scars.

, so any scars that can be seen are all left intentionally by oneself.

So it seems that the person in front of me is a little deviant. I don't know if it's because of the oath he made when he broke the limit, or if it's just his personality.

He thrust the Snow King's sword into the ground, then walked into the hall, looked at the other person and said: "Your Excellency, you must be Altamur of the Beissa Khanate. I am here to get our Dashun things.

I hope you can return it to us."

After Tamul took another sip of wine, he flattened the glass in his hand and threw it away. Then he wiped his mouth and stood up from his seat, "I knew the Dashun government couldn't sit still. What?

Negotiations are all lies, and sooner or later someone will be sent."

After he stood up straight, the field on his body suddenly expanded outwards and hit the biological field outside Chen Chuan. Tiny cracks suddenly appeared on the edge of the squeezed field.

"You have taken away so many resources and talents from us, and you have lied on our Biese people and sucked our flesh and blood. Why, you are not willing to take away a piece of your rotten stone?"

He took out the jade fragment from his pocket, tossed it in his hand, then smashed it on the armrest of the seat, and smacked the whole piece into it, "Want it? Yes, I can exchange it for something!"

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Chapter completed!