"Chu Yun, let's walk!" Xiang Zuo finished smoking this cigarette without hurrying, and then roared, at this time, the natives on the opposite side had already rushed up, and they were about to rush to the side of the car, so Xiang Zuo jumped into the car.

"Wait a minute, I......." The speed of Brother Zuo was called a fast, and before Matthews squeezed up, the car had already started, and Matthews was about to cry in a hurry.

"Come up!" Duan Wuya dragged this guy, you must know that this guy's wrist was originally crushed, and he pulled it suddenly, and he felt that his heart was going to hurt.

"Ah......h

"Cut!" Duan Wuya snorted disdainfully, and his left hand tightly grasped the handrail by the window, otherwise he would be thrown down, because the body was already standing sideways at this time.

"Don't move, sit down!" Zhou Chuyun's technique can completely make the car roll over on its side, but if the people on the car move, it will be difficult for him to master the balance.

"Boom!" the Humvee smoked, landed on one side of the tire, and drove past the side of the car that was lying across the road, occupying an area of no more than a meter.

"Bang!" After crossing the car on the road, Zhou Chuyun manipulated the Humvee to the ground, raised a cloud of flying sand, and then rushed towards the hinterland of the desert with full horsepower.

Matthews' men were dumbfounded, and likewise, the natives were stunned, not even willing to believe their eyes, in their cognition, this iron lump could not run like this, but the reality was so, irrefutable.

"Woo-woo-......."

The leader of the natives was obviously furious, pointing at Matthews's men and yelling, those natives rushed even more violently, perhaps, he wanted to wipe out all the people on the left, but he didn't expect that Brother Xiang Zuo actually rushed out, and all the anger was vented on Matthews's men.

"Damn, why are you chasing!" Zhou Chuyun drove out of the car for a long time, and saw that more than a dozen natives were still chasing with shotguns, although the distance was widened a lot, but the gang did not give up and still ran wildly.

"Lao Chu, hit their legs and let them rest, it's too tiring to run like this!" he glanced back to the left.

"Understood!" Lao Chu's muzzle poked out of the window, and then, pulling the trigger, the natives who rushed to the front fell to the ground.

"Captain, in fact, you shouldn't stop them, let them exercise more, in the future, those sprint champions known as 'Flyers' should abdicate, such as what Gatling, what Bolt, it's just going to be a waste!" Zhou Chuyun said leisurely with one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the side of the car window.

"Hehe, in terms of speed, in fact, they are much faster than those so-called flying people, it's just that they are destined to be able to fight with beasts, and their civilization is far from catching up with my current civilization, however, we also have a sense of crisis at the moment, and the mysterious force we are facing, although it is not necessarily an advanced civilization, at least, they have genetic warriors, and they are already more developed than us in terms of technology!"

Speaking of this, Xiang Zuo couldn't help but shift the topic to this unknown mysterious force, and soon arrived in the hinterland of the desert, he had longings and worries.

"It is estimated that it will be almost there in half an hour at most, and after a while, it is estimated that it will be another bloody battle!" Zhou Chuyun said as he looked at the yellow sand in the distance.

"This is just the beginning, it is estimated that we can solve it, and in the future, there are unknown hard battles waiting for us!" he took a cigarette to the left and took a few puffs.

"Boom!"

Several violent explosions sounded, and everyone sitting in the car could feel the shock wave of the explosion, and without looking, without thinking, they knew that the natives had rushed to the edge of the Humvee convoy, and they couldn't drive, and smashing and burning was their forte.

"Pity these people, they died at the hands of the natives!" said Lao Chu for a while.

The cruelty of the natives, they have already seen it, they will definitely tear Matthew's men apart like wild beasts, this is their favorite and most direct way of fighting.

"There is nothing to be pitiful or pitiful, I chose this road, in fact, I went on Huangquan Road, but the length of the road is unknown, besides, if they don't die, we will suffer from the enemy on our backs, war, it has always been cruel, and compassion can't change anything!" Zhou Chuyun shook his head and said.

Several of them are tempered by war, and they don't know the cruelty of war, but even so, they still can't change those militants, those people or organizations who have ill intentions, and those who don't take their lives seriously, and they try to provoke wars again and again, even world wars, in order to achieve ulterior motives.

As soldiers, they had to raise their guns to charge, in the past, to defend the frontier, for the motherland, for the people, even if it was a bloody battle, they were willing to give everything to defend the peace of the frontier, but now, to say that they are for the earth, for the human race is a bit exaggerated, but in essence it is almost the same, they are unwilling, and they don't want to do this, but is there a choice?

"They are afraid that the world will not be chaotic, and Lao Tzu happens to be idle, so he should be relieved!"

"Alright, don't talk about it, check the weapons and ammunition, and prepare for the next battle!" pulled out the AK47 magazine in his hand to the left and looked at it, only half of the bullets remained, but fortunately his own pistol was still a magazine.

"I've got a dozen bullets in total, including the chambers!" Lao Chu said, weighing it.

"My two micro punches are just changed magazines!" Duan Wuya said directly.

Zhou Chuyun looked at the seven or eight forks scattered in front of him and said: "I just have two pistols, by the way, there is also a shotgun under my feet, get this grandson up, you have to lead the way!"

"There are only seven or eight grenades, brother, let's divide them!" Xiang left took out all the grenades from the back seat.

"Ah....." Matthews fainted in a miserable howl, and also woke up in a miserable howl, and it was really his misfortune to meet such a master as Duan Wuya.

"What's going on, why are there all natives in front?How did our people provoke natives?" O'Neill had reached the rear of the Humvee convoy fifteen minutes earlier, and swallowed when he saw the scene in front of him.

He knew the ferocity of the natives, otherwise he would have rushed over, it seemed that their people could not resist, so he simply turned the head of the car, stopped in a hidden place, and then took out the satellite phone and dialed the No. 3 person of the organization.

(End of chapter)