An off-road vehicle was parked on a small slope 700 kilometers south of Baihu City.
The car body is painted in red-based camouflage, and the color blends into the inverted brown soil, making it difficult to spot without paying attention from hundreds of meters away.
Next to the car squatted three scouts in camouflage uniforms. One of them was holding a telescope and looking back and forth at the fan-shaped area ahead.
The red wilderness is as empty and quiet as ever, with no human beings. Even vultures and wild dogs that do not have many requirements for the living environment rarely appear here.
However, the three scouts looked very nervous at this moment, and the solemn atmosphere was in sharp contrast to the lonely wilderness.
Because they know that a huge threat from the Sand Sea is approaching!
A scout who looked younger swallowed his saliva. Under the tremendous pressure, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked the team leader who was observing the front, "Boss, they said there are six to seven million Sand Dogs. According to the news, is that true?"
"Can the information obtained by spending two reconnaissance brigades and thousands of lives still be false?" the squad leader said without looking back while holding the telescope.
"Then, then..." The young scout was trembling nervously, "Then why are we still here?"
"With so many sand dogs, White Tiger City will definitely not be able to defend it!"
The squad leader snorted coldly, put down the telescope, looked back with disdain, and then looked at the pistol on his waist, "If you want to be a deserter, I don't mind opening a hole in your head."
The young scout shrank back in fear, avoiding the squad leader's gaze, "I was just talking, I didn't really want to do anything."
No matter which country or army you are in, deserting in battle is a serious crime that can be shot, let alone the red country with its strong folk customs.
Anyone who wants to be a deserter, let alone an ordinary person, can even despise a beggar. It is really more uncomfortable to live than to die.
"Brother, when you go out to be a soldier, don't even think about going back straight." The companion next to him patted the young scout on the shoulder, "If you don't think so, life will be very difficult." Then he smiled and said, "Think more about it. Get promoted, get rich, buy a big house, and marry several beautiful wives, this is the right way!"
"I only have one wife, why do I need so many?" The young scout was successfully diverted and the topic became more relaxed.
"You don't understand this..." My companion said with a mysterious face, "Flying together is much more exciting than flying alone."
"Pervert! No, pervert!" the pure-minded young scout cursed.
"Sex devil, okay, I am a sex devil!" The companion said excitedly, "Look at us, the Prime Minister, aren't we also a sex devil?"
"You dare to compare yourself to the Prime Minister, you are so thick-skinned!" the young scout said disdainfully.
"The Prime Minister is a role model for our generation, I want to learn from him!" my companion argued.
The two were bickering when the team leader in front suddenly raised his hand and made a silencing gesture.
The surroundings instantly became quiet, as if you could hear a pin drop. The two of them held their breath, looking through the team leader's shoulders, staring 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, and the horizon became blurry.
It's like the eyes have misunderstood after looking at it for too long. The boundary between the sky and the ground is no longer a clear line, but a hazy red.
At the same time, an earthquake was felt on the ground. Regularly, one after another, as if something was hitting the ground. The fine sand and gravel beat with the rhythm, like bran rice in a sieve.
"Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom..."
As time went by, the tremors became more intense, as if something huge was approaching, and all the internal organs were trembling.
"Gudong!"
The Adam's apple squirmed, accompanied by a difficult swallowing sound.
Dark shadows appeared on the horizon, blurry and distorted. Spreading, stretching, advancing like a shadow!
"Here they come, they're coming!"
The squad leader trembled like he was dreaming, and fear and depression suddenly flooded over him like a tide.
Just as everyone was immersed in unknown fear, a loud cry suddenly sounded in the sky.
The three of them looked up at the same time and saw a blue falcon.
Swirling in the sky. It seemed that it had discovered them and sounded a warning call.
"Oops!"
"The sand dogs found us!"
"run!"
The three of them rushed onto the off-road vehicle and climbed onto the ground. They turned the key and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom. The engine roared, and the wheels scraped against the ground crazily, bringing up large plumes of smoke.
The car suddenly turned around and rushed out like an arrow.
The ancient desert people had the habit of raising goshawks, communicating with them through whistles, looking for water sources in the desert, and discovering enemies and prey.
At the same time, thousands of meters away, shadows as fast as the wind rushed out of the flying sand.
It's like walking on flat ground on the uneven wasteland, and it's like the wind.
If you look closely, you will see desert camels running wildly. Between the humps sat a brown man wielding a machete.
Desert Cavalry, the most conventional combat arm of the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, is equivalent to the Marines of the Red Kingdom's garrison.
I saw a horse riding out of the crowd. Hunting in clothes and robes, walking through the wind. He held a rifle with a scope in both hands, and the blue light gradually lit up the barrel.
"Bang!"
With a dull sound, a blue bullet burst out.
The next moment, a cloud of dust exploded from the side of the speeding off-road vehicle.
"There are sniper cavalry!" the young scout called the police loudly.
"Whoops!" The driver's companion stepped on the accelerator as hard as he could. The speed of the car had reached the limit. The engine shuddered and roared sharply, but the speed of the car did not increase at all.
"Bang!"
The second bullet followed like a shadow and exploded in front.
"Whoa whoa whoa!"
Driven by fear, the young scout picked up his gun and shot randomly in the rear.
The squad leader appeared much calmer and shot at the falcon hovering in the sky, trying to shoot it down.
The blue falcon was flying, then suddenly stopped, and then fell head first to the ground.
"Well done!" The squad leader clenched his fists to encourage himself, but within a few seconds, his expression froze.
I saw countless falcons flying down from the clouds, their high-pitched calls resounding across the sky.
"Oh my God..." The squad leader's eyes widened and he forgot to shoot for a moment.
Immediately afterwards, a large number of camel cavalry appeared in the field of vision, rushing towards this direction overwhelmingly.
"Quickly, get out of here!" The young scout was so frightened that he shouted to his companion who was driving.
"The car is reaching its limit!" the driver yelled without replying.
Since the cataclysm, psychic powers have awakened. Humans are not the only creatures that have evolved. Many native species have also become more powerful.
For example, desert camels are one of them. Under the influence of psychic energy, they are stronger, stronger, drought-resistant, and their running speed is also greatly increased. In the wilderness terrain, it is on par with off-road vehicles.
Sand people prefer traditional camels to vehicles that tend to get stuck in the sand.
"Bang!"
With a loud bang, the rear of the off-road vehicle suddenly bounced up and then fell heavily.
A tire on one side burst and the car tilted severely. The driver turned the steering wheel as hard as he could, and the wheels left a long mark on the ground. Only then did he narrowly avoid overturning.
"It's over, it's over, we're done..." the driver muttered, feeling a little nervous.
Just a few seconds later, there was another loud bang, and the tire on the other side was also shot out by a rifle.
The wheels of the car dragged on the ground, making a harsh noise. The speed became slower and slower, and the camel cavalry from behind swarmed up and surrounded the vehicle.
Looking at the enemy troops all around, the three scouts in the car looked desperate.
The squad leader gritted his teeth, shouted "Long live Tezera!", picked up his assault rifle and fired wildly at the enemy.
There was a gunshot, and a bright blue light came from the back of his head. The squad leader's eyes widened and he fell straight back.
The remaining two scouts, horrified, threw down their weapons and raised their hands in surrender. The camel cavalry swarmed forward and knocked the two men to the ground.
Not long after, the two were brought to a strong man who looked like a general.
The strong man is more than two meters tall and stands like an iron tower. He had a white cloth wrapped around his head, a very traditional Sand People dress, and his upper body was naked, revealing brown and shiny muscles, as well as scars that were so hideous that they crawled all over his chest and abdomen like centipedes.
The ferocious aura hit their faces, and the two scouts trembled involuntarily, as if what they saw in front of them was not a human being, but a wild beast.
"Me!" The strong man pointed to himself with his thumb, "Scorpion King, Ashitoro!"
The sound was like a loud bell, making people's eardrums hurt. The huge coercion surged forward, making people frightened and terrified.
"Ah, ah ah!"
One of the scouts was so frightened that he rolled and crawled to the ground and fled backwards.
But the strong man reached out and somehow grabbed the scout's head, lifted it up, clenched his other hand into a fist, and punched out!
Only a pop was heard, the fist penetrated the body with the internal organs, then the arm tightened, and with a snap, the head was crushed into pulp.
The scout's blood splashed all over the strong man's body, like a bloodthirsty demon.
The young scout was so frightened that he sat on the ground, his pants soaked in a big puddle, and he peed in fear.
The strong man stared into the other person's eyes, stretched out his hand, pointed in the direction of Baihu City, and said in a deep voice, "Go back and tell them!"
"we are coming!"
Then he turned around and told his men, "Give him a camel and let him go back and deliver the message."
Soon, the young scout, who was frightened and had a nervous breakdown, was tied to a camel, whipped, and the camel neighed and ran towards the north.
At about the same time, Chen Xing's motorcade finally drove out of Baihu City after a day and night of congestion.
On the emergency corridors on both sides of the highway, a large number of soldiers walked back.
Vehicles along the route opened their windows, cheered and threw various snacks, drinks, and bread and biscuits at the people traveling against the traffic lanes.
From the combat uniforms of the soldiers, it is easy to distinguish the logo of the National Protectorate Army. They were all former Guardsmen soldiers who heard the news of the Saudi invasion on the radio and voluntarily returned to the battlefield.
Seeing such a scene, Chen Xing's face was a little complicated. Because it was he who ordered the disbandment of the National Guard Army.
He couldn't help but wonder, was his decision the right one?
Perhaps his virtue is unmatched, like a schoolboy holding a pistol. Any decision made without mental maturity and social understanding is dangerous.
No, he is right!
Another voice sounded in his mind, they had betrayed their oath and participated in the palace rebellion, and disbanding them was the only option.
He shook his head vigorously to clear the complicated thoughts from his mind.
When people feel irritable, they want to find something to divert their attention, so he asked Xiao Yang, who was driving, to turn on the radio.
It's good to listen to the news, otherwise you won't know what the situation has become recently.
"Old, boss..."
Xiao Yang didn't turn on the radio, his face was tangled and he looked like he was constipated, and he couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time.
"What are you doing?" Under Chen Xing's gaze, Xiao Yang timidly turned on the radio.
After a rustling sound, the announcer's voice came out.
"Longhe Radio Station is broadcasting the midday news..."
"According to the latest public opinion poll, 80% of the people believe that former Prime Minister Chen Xing's disbandment of the National Guard Army was an extremely wrong decision!"
"Seventy percent of the citizens believe that Chen Xing should be responsible for the invasion of Saudi Arabia!"
"Several senior current affairs commentators jointly declared that Chen Xing should bear full responsibility for the chaotic situation in Ambergris River!"
"Some civil society organizations have called for former Prime Minister Chen Xing to commit suicide to apologize..."
"Damn it!" Chen Xing couldn't bear it anymore and cursed loudly, kicking the radio to pieces.
Now he is a soft persimmon and anyone dares to pinch him. It was the women who were causing the internal strife, but he was left to take the blame. The reason is very simple. Those women are all powerful and have heavy military forces, and the news media dare not offend them.
He has lost power now and is alone. Who else will step on him if he is not stepped on? All the stinky fish and rotten shrimps were poured on his head, almost treating him as a trash can.
