An off-road vehicle parked on a small earth slope 700 kilometers south of Baihu City.

The car body painted with camouflage mainly red, and the colors blend into the land of inverted brown and red. It is difficult to detect if you don’t pay attention to it a few hundred meters away.

Three scouts in camouflage uniforms were squatting beside the car, one of whom was holding a telescope and observing the fan-shaped area in front of him.

The red wilderness is as empty and silent as ever, and even vultures and wild dogs that do not have much demand for their living environment rarely appear here.

However, the three scouts looked very nervous at this moment, and the solemn atmosphere formed a sharp contrast with the lonely wilderness.

Because they know that a huge threat from the sea of ​​sand is approaching!

A young-looking scout swallowed his saliva. Under the huge pressure, he finally couldn't bear it and asked the captain who was observing the front, "Boss, they said there are six or seven million people in the sand dog, news

Is it true?”

"Can the information that consumed two reconnaissance brigades and exchanged for thousands of lives still be fake?" the captain said without looking back.

"Then, that..." the young scout was trembling with nervousness, "Then why are we still here?"

"White Tiger City will definitely not be able to defend so many sand dogs!"

The captain snorted coldly, put down the telescope, looked back with a little disdain, and then looked at the pistol that was blocked on his waist, "If you want to be a deserter, I don't mind making a hole in your head."

The young scout shrank back with some fear, avoiding the squad leader's gaze, "I'm just talking, and I don't really want to do anything."

No matter which country or force you are in, you can be killed by the army of the enemy, let alone the strong Red Country.

Whoever wants to be a deserter, let alone an ordinary person, can even be despised by beggars. It is really harder to live than die.

"Brother, don't think about going back upright when you come out to join the army." The companion next to him patted the young scout on the shoulder, "If you don't think so, life will be difficult." Then he smiled, "Think more, thinking more."

Promote and make money, buy a big house, and marry a few beautiful wives, this is the right way!”

"My one wife is enough, why do you find so many?" The young scout was successfully diverted and the topic became relaxed.

"You don't understand this..." said my companion with a mysterious look, "Twin flights are much more exciting than solo flights."

"Person! No, spoof!" cursed the young scout with pure thoughts.

"Slut, okay, I'm a slut!" said my companion excitedly, "Look at our Prime Minister, aren't we also sluts?"

"You dare to compare yourself with the Prime Minister, you are so thick-skinned!" said the young scout disdainfully.

"The Prime Minister is a role model for us, I am learning from him!" My companions argued.

The two were quarreling, and the team leader in front suddenly raised his hand and made a gesture of silence.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, as if even the sound of a needle falling from the ground could be heard. The two of them held their breath, their eyes passed through the captain's shoulder, and stared at the empty wilderness ahead.

The atmosphere became heavy and depressing. I don’t know how long it took, maybe dozens of seconds, or maybe minutes, the horizon became blurred.

It’s like the eyes have been looking at it for a long time and have an illusion that the boundary between the sky and the ground is no longer a clear line, but a hazy red.

At the same time, the ground was trembling. Regularly, it was repeated, as if something was hitting the ground. The tiny sand and gravel jumped with the rhythm, like the bran rice in a sieve.

"Dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong..."

As time went by, the tremor became stronger, as if a giant was approaching, and all the internal organs were trembling.

"Gudong!"

The Adam's apple was squirming, accompanied by the sound of difficult swallowing.

The dark shadow appears on the horizon, blurred and twisted. It spreads, stretches, and advances like a shadow!

"Here, they are here!"

The team leader made a trembling sound like a dream, and fear and depression suddenly submerged like a tide.

Just as everyone was immersed in the unknown fear, a loud cry suddenly sounded in the sky.

The three of them looked up at the same time and saw a scattered falcon.

He swung in the sky. He seemed to have found them and whistled to warn him.

"Oops!"

"The sand dog discovered us!"

"run!"

The three of them rolled and crawled onto the off-road vehicle, twisted the key, and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom. The engine roared, and the wheels rubbed against the ground frantically, causing a lot of smoke and dust.

The car body turned sharply and rushed out like an arrow.

The ancient desert people had the habit of raising falcons. They communicated with them through whistles, searched for water sources in the desert, and discovered enemies and prey.

At the same time, thousands of meters away, a series of swift shadows as fast as the wind rushed out from the flying sandstorm.

On the uneven wasteland, it is like walking on flat ground and galloping like the wind.

Looking at it, there were running desert camels. Between the hump, there were brown people waving scimitars.

The desert cavalry, the most conventional combat armies of the Sand Kingdom, are equivalent to the marines of the Red Kingdom's garrison army.

I saw a rider coming out of the crowd, flirting with clothes and walking through the wind. I held a mirrored rifle in both hands, and the blue light gradually lit up the barrel.

"Bang!"

With the dull sound, a blue bullet exploded.

The next moment, a ball of earth and dust exploded from the side of the galloping off the off-road vehicle.

"There are sniper cavalry!" The young scout called the police loudly.

"I'm grass!" The driving companion stepped on the accelerator desperately. The speed of the car had reached its limit. The engine trembled and let out a sharp roar, but the car speed did not increase at all.

"Bang!"

The second bullet followed like a shadow and exploded in front.

“Wow wow wow wow wow!”

Driven by fear, the young scout raised his gun and fired randomly in the rear.

The team leader seemed much calmer and shot at the Cang Falcon hovering in the sky, trying to shoot it down.

The Cang Falcon flew and suddenly stopped for a moment, then fell toward the ground.

"Good job!" The captain clenched his fists and encouraged himself, but within a few seconds, his expression froze.

I saw countless falcons flying down from the clouds, and their loud chirping resounded throughout the sky.

"My God..." The captain widened his eyes and forgot to shoot for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, a large number of camel cavalry appeared in the field of sight, rushing towards this side overwhelmingly.

"Quick, get out of here!" The young scout was so scared that he urged his companions who were driving.

"The car is almost at its limit!" The driver yelled without looking back.

Since the catastrophe, the spiritual awakening has caused humans to be not the only evolved creatures, and many native species have become more powerful.

For example, desert camels are one of them. Under the influence of psychic energy, they are stronger, strong, drought-resistant, and their running speed is greatly improved. In the wasteland terrain, they are comparable to off-road vehicles.

Compared to vehicles that are prone to sand, sand people prefer traditional camels.

"Bang!"

With the violent noise, the rear of the off-road vehicle bounced up suddenly and then fell heavily.

The tires on one side exploded and the body was seriously tilted. The driver tried hard to turn the steering wheel, and the wheel dragged a long mark on the ground, which barely avoided the end of overturning.

"It's over, we're over..." The driver muttered, his spirits a little broken.

In just a few seconds, another loud noise was heard, and the tire on the other side was also blasted by a rifle.

The wheels dragged the ground and made a harsh noise. The speed became slower and slower, and camel cavalry from behind rushed forward and surrounded the vehicles.

Looking at the enemy troops around, the three scouts in the car showed despair.

The captain gritted his teeth and shouted, "Long live Taizera!", and picked up the assault rifle and fired wildly at the enemy.

With a gunshot, the blue light came out from the back of the head. The captain widened his eyes and fell back straight.

The remaining two scouts were horrified, threw their weapons, raised their hands to express surrender. The camel cavalry rushed up and knocked them to the ground.

Not long after, the two were taken to a strong man with a general appearance.

The strong man is more than two meters tall, standing like an iron tower. He is wrapped in a white cloth scarf on his head, dressed in a very traditional sand folk, and his upper body is naked/naked, revealing brown-red and shiny muscles, and extremely ferocious, crawling like a centipede.

Scars all over the chest and abdomen.

A ferocious aura hit the face, and the two scouts trembled involuntarily, as if they were not humans in front of them, but a prehistoric beast.

"Me!" The strong man pointed at himself with his thumb, "Scorpion King, Asedoro!"

The sound was like a bell, which made people's eardrums hurt. The huge pressure swept over, making people terrified and scattered.

"Ah, ahhhh!"

A scout was overly frightened and rolled and crawled backwards.

But when the strong man stretched out his hand, he somehow grabbed the scout's head, lifted it up, clenched his other hand into a fist, and punched it out!
To be continued...