Yan Zhi ran fast, and the waves of sand behind him were even faster, like fish in shallow water, each surging in the water, chasing a prey that was about to die.

Seeing the sand waves behind Yan Zhi chasing him closer and closer, the soldiers on the plane held guns in their hands, but they were at a loss one by one.

Xu Zheyou picked up the Type 97 sniper rifle and shot at the corpse of the devil behind Yan Zhi, but it had no effect, and the 50×6.5mm bullet passed through the devil's corpse with a "boom", marking a golden void light.

The soldiers were terrified, could it be that the body of the devil was empty.

Xu Zheyou successively hit the four remaining bullets in the sniper rifle into the sand waves four or five meters away from Yanzhi, and the four bullets were like pebbles thrown into the waves, without a ripple.

Matt Baker held a forty-eight petal, but he didn't dare to cast it for the time being, so he could only use it in case of emergency. At this time, they are already in danger, if they provoke devils because of the sound of grenades, then they can only be lambs to the slaughter on the plane sitting in this square inch of land.

In this empty desert, the explosion of a grenade is enough for people seven or eight miles away to hear, and Matt Baker has never thrown a grenade in the desert, he doesn't know how powerful a grenade is thrown in the sand, and whether it will hurt Yan Zhi.

Nalan Xinghui fought with all her strength, wearing a well-fitting military uniform, which brought out her legs, long waist, thin hip line, and perfect hip line, so the running posture was very beautiful and light, Yan Zhi looked at the shadow of the devil and angel in front of him, but his eyes were full of pain and helplessness.

Ma Ben was already ready, he steadied his horse, his elbows were together in his ribs, his palms stretched out like holding the moon, and shouted to Nalan Xinghui, who was running with all his might: "Second Miss, step on my palm, I will help you get on the plane." ”

Ma Ben's palms are wide and powerful, he used to work as a blacksmith, and later went up the mountain to be a bandit, a pair of eyes are bright, looking at it is not a good stubble, since he was accepted by Yan Zhi as a recruit in the death row camp, he regarded Yan Zhi as his reborn parents, everyone got on the plane, he just had to wait and help Yan Zhi.

Nalan Xinghui stepped on Ma Ben's hands, Ma Ben's big hands fell slightly downwards and struggled to slam upwards, relying on Ma Ben's momentum, Nalan Xinghui rose up, his hands were grabbed by the soldiers on the plane, and pulled her up together.

"Sir, hurry up, I'm waiting for you here, you are also like the second miss, step on my hands, I'll send you on the plane!"

Ma Ben shouted. He saw that the sand waves behind Yan Zhi were chasing more closely, and knew that when Yan Zhi reached the side of the plane, as long as he paused for a second, Yan Zhi would be swallowed by the unknown foreign objects in the sand waves.

Ma Ben lifted Nalan Xinghui onto the plane with both hands, Yan Zhi could see it clearly, he knew that if he let Ma Ben do this, it would be tantamount to sacrificing Ma Ben.

"Ma Ben, you get on the plane first, I can jump on the plane, you stand there, it will only get in my way. Hurry, hurry, hurry. ”

Yan Zhi shouted for Ma Ben to get out of danger first, and the speed of running couldn't help but slow down, and he felt a fierce wind sound behind his feet, imagining that a group of piranhas opened their sharp teeth and swept not far behind his heels.

Yan Zhi was horrified in his heart and struggled to speed up, but he could feel that the rolling sand waves behind him were only a millimeter away from himself, and he was still nearly twenty meters away from the plane

Ma Ben has always believed in the words of the commander, and in just two or three seconds, Ma Ben went up to the top of the plane and cheered for Yan Zhi with the soldiers.

Yan Zhi almost used all the strength to eat.

When he was still ten meters away from the plane, Yan Zhi felt that the heel of the military boot was rubbed by something sharp. He knew that there was only a little finger between himself and the foreign object in the sand waves.

The speed of Sha Lang's advance was too fast, and due to the angle, the soldiers standing on the plane felt that the corpse of the devil was attached to Yan Zhi - Yan Zhi was running towards the plane with the corpse of the devil on his back.

This scene is too weird, too terrifying, the corpse of the devil is high up, the one pointing to the sky, and the hand wants to be able to pat Yan Zhi's head at any time.

There were still seven or eight meters away from the plane, Yan Zhi suddenly felt that the shoe leather above his heel was cut by a sharp knife, almost hurting his skin, and he could even feel an eerie and terrifying aura approaching, accompanied by the terrifying aura, as well as the increasingly disgusting smell of corpses around him.

Six meters away from the plane, Yan Zhi used all his strength to take a small step forward to adjust his pace, and then, his whole person jumped high, his body stretched out, and his two legs walked in the air like a basketball god, and then stretched out a right hand and stretched out to the top of the plane.

On the top of the plane, the soldiers were already holding out their hands to him in unison.

Nalan Xinghui stood on the edge of the top of the plane, covering her mouth with her hands, her eyes blooming with surprise, she had never seen anyone jump up in the middle of running, it would be so high.

Ava stood on the other side of the top of the plane, waving her hands and screaming loudly, Yan Zhi's action was so handsome, he was like a big bird flying, walking in the air, stretching his wings, showing the moment wonderful.

But the plane was too high, Yan Zhi had to fly five meters in the air before he could jump onto the plane, and now he could only grab the hands of the soldiers.

At this moment, the sand waves surged under the plane like a tide, and the corpse of the devil slammed straight and resolutely into the fuselage, making a "bang" sound, which shook the plane several times.

Suddenly, Nalan Xinghui let out a scream, and she saw Yan Zhi's body falling, and his hand was not grabbed by the soldiers, his fingers were only a few centimeters away from the soldiers.

The fluctuations caused by the corpse of the devil hitting the plane made Yan Zhi miss the hands of the soldiers like him in an instant.

These few centimeters of distance decided Yan Zhi's life and death, the fuselage was as smooth as a mirror, and there was no place for him to climb at all.

Ava, who was cheering, couldn't help but cover her mouth when she saw this sudden change, and her big blue eyes were full of horror.

The sand under the plane, like a huge wave, lapped against the bottom of the plane, tumbling and stirring, like a myriad of small screams like mosquitoes, condensing and spreading through the air, almost tearing open people's eardrums.

Yan Zhi's heart also sank with his body, this time he was running, he consumed too much, and he also overestimated his ability a little.

It seems that there is always a time when good luck runs out.

Yan Zhi never thought that he would cross over and be about to die in the mouth of these indescribable foreign objects.

For a moment, looking at the exclaimed Nalan Xinghui, Yan Zhi's heart was mixed, who was this beautiful woman who appeared in his mind in the near-death hallucination he had just crossed.

And at this moment, he picked up the jade pendant in his underwear pocket, and there was still the residual warmth on Nalan Xinghui's body.

This residual temperature is so familiar.