The yellow sand is all over the sky, and when you look up, your eyes are full of yellow sand that exudes a scorching atmosphere.

In this place, there is no animal or vegetation to be seen. Even the desert cactus, known as the miracle of life, struggles to survive here.

Except for the animal bones half-hidden by the yellow sand, it can be reminiscent that at least life once appeared here, but it could not survive the scorching sun and the invasion of yellow sand.

The sun is scorching, and being in the desert is like staying in a giant electric oven. But anything that has the slightest hint of moisture will be evaporated in the blink of an eye.

Qin Jun and the three of them sat behind a shady sand dune to rest, avoiding the scorching sun while reducing their physical energy and water consumption as much as possible.

In the scorching daytime, it is not suitable to travel in the desert, which is the basic common sense of survival in the wild. This is especially true when the water supply is insufficient.

In order to save his physical strength, Hans was very reluctant, but he still had to throw away the Gatling heavy machine gun that he had been with. Only a pistol was left for self-defense.

Among the three, except for Zhang Daxing, who was still very persistent in carrying a submachine gun, Qin Jun also threw away other heavy weapons, leaving only a pistol and a military dagger.

In the shaded sand dunes, the temperature is extremely high, although direct sunlight does not shine in the sun. In order to save their physical strength, the three of them whose lips were dry to the point of cracking did not even try to speak.

Qin Jun and the three of them sat with their backs to each other, facing three different directions, so that there would be no blind spot in their line of sight, which was conducive to guarding against the dangers that might arise at any time.

The scorching sun, after a full day of scorching, finally began to slowly set into the horizon.

The scorching desert is starting to become less scorching.

Just as the three of them were about to take advantage of the darkness to continue their journey, they heard the roar of the engines of several desert jeeps.

Hans wasn't the first to notice the movement, but he was the first to react. Almost jumping up from the sand, he desperately climbed to the top of the hill, brandishing a flashlight and rushing at the jeep convoy for help.

The damn desert climate was already on the verge of Hans's collapse. So he can't wait to get out of this terrible purgatory like a steamer.

Hans's movements quickly attracted the attention of the jeep convoy, but what Hans was waiting for was not help, but a relentless array of submachine gun bullets.

Da Da Da -

The rain of bullets hit Hans's side, raising bursts of yellow sand, and if it weren't for Qin Jun's knocking him down from the top of the hill at a critical moment, Hans was sure that he would have been shot and killed.

"Damn! So unlucky, I met a desert bandit. This was Hans's first reaction after being dragged down by Qin Jun.

"Specialty, old, you're looking for death! Whoever asks you not to look at it will reveal your own position. If it weren't for the fact that you took out your own kettle and shared it with everyone, believe it or not, Lao Tzu would have beaten you to death now. ”

Qin Jun stood up angrily and slammed his old fist into Hans's side of the face. In Qin Jun's opinion, this kind of low-level mistake should not have appeared on Hans at all.

"Oh me! I'm sorry, it's my fault for both of you! ”

Perhaps it was the heat of the day, but Hans came to his senses and realized that he had made a serious mistake. Such a serious mistake is likely to cause big problems for their temporary team of three.

Hans didn't dare to look at the faces of the other two, he let out a long sigh and slammed his fist into the sand.

As a qualified special soldier, Hans simply could not have made such a mistake. However, on this trip to Africa, Hans came with great concern.

Hans wouldn't have been in such a hurry, but before he could have done this, Hans's only son had a serious illness and was hospitalized, and since the damn Desert Storm, Hans hasn't been in touch with his family for three days, and he doesn't know what happened to his son's illness.

Hans was so worried about his son, which is why he was so anxious.

"Forget it! He was also in a hurry to get out. Zhang Daxing bent over, crawled over from a distance, and pushed Qin Jun aside.

Hans was a person who couldn't keep his mouth shut, and when he walked with Qin Jun and them, he naturally couldn't help but talk about all the worries about his family's illness.

Qin Jun is an orphan, it may be difficult to understand the other party's mood, but Zhang Daxing can understand.

"Three desert jeeps, judging from the depth of the wheel tracks, all three are full, and the other party estimates that there are about twenty people. The gunfire just now was AK47, and the equipment of this group should be good. We need to be careful. Zhang Daxing quickly shared the enemy situation that he had just observed.

"Hmm!" Qin Jun nodded and quickly loaded the pistol.

Zhang Daxing pulled out his pistol from his waist, threw it to Qin Jun, and said, "The firepower of a pistol is too thin, take mine too." I just have a submachine gun. ”

Qin Jun did not refuse, swept the two pistols in his hand, and said to Zhang Daxing: "Assign the task." ”

Hans could see that among the two Chinese, Zhang Daxing was not only older than Qin Jun, but also the leader of the two-person action team.

"Split up, I'm on the left and you're on the right. Hit on both sides. Try to save your stamina, oh, don't save bullets, I think those people on the other side should have a lot of ammunition. Zhang Daxing's tone was very indifferent, and he didn't seem to take this encounter with a huge disparity in numbers between the two sides too seriously, but regarded the other party as his own supply object.

Qin Jun stuck the two loaded pistols in his waist, made an OK gesture, and after glaring at Hans fiercely, he bent his waist and quietly moved towards another sand dune.

"What about me? Major Zhang! How do you need me to cooperate with you! Hans rubbed his cheek, which had been beaten by Qin Jun, and asked.

"Brother Hans, I'm sorry! I solemnly apologize to you for what happened to you just now. "Zhang Daxing is a kind-hearted old man.

"Oh! No, no, no! Little Brother Qin did the right thing, it was my fault. It's me who is too anxious, hey! I should be the one who apologizes. Hans bowed his head.

"You can just find a suitable position to help with reinforcements." Zhang Daxing smiled heartily, dropped a sentence, and left.

Hans understood the meaning of the other party's phrase "just help and help", and to put it bluntly, it meant dispensable.

As an elite fighter in the Delta Force, an elite American special forces, Hans is proud.

At first, after the Desert Storm, when he first met Qin Jun and Zhang Daxing, Hans looked down on the two Chinese special forces who were far from being comparable in height to himself. Although he didn't say it, his heart was full of disdain and contempt for these two yellow people.

However, then, when he saw the performance of these two Chinese, he could no longer be proud in front of these two.