"What's that?!"

Just when everyone was at a loss, Han Lin pointed not far away and suddenly said.

When they heard this, they all looked in that direction.

A truck that has been scrapped and can no longer be scrapped has half of its body stuck in the yellow sand.

Suddenly, the pupils of several people shrank suddenly-

What attracted them was not the scrapped car, but the clearly visible bullet marks on the doors!

Bullet after bullet pierced the rotten door of the car for an unknown number of years, and then burrowed into the sand, leaving only bullet holes telling of the battles that had taken place here.

"Let's go, go over and have a look!"

When Yang Feng saw the dense bullet holes on the car door, his scalp couldn't help but tingle, and he only felt that his hair stood on end, as if he had been electrocuted!

Quickly ran to the half-buried vehicle located not far from the town, and several people looked at the bullet hole in the door, and they were all silent.

Just a few minutes away, they could already see dense bullet holes, but now that they were in front of them, everyone found that the car door was full of dense bullet holes, and there were dried blood stains.

The red blood had long since dried up, and it had become a brown scar that stuck to the car door.

"What does this smell like?"

Liu'er sniffed and frowned.

"Human blood." Shen Stick said with a solemn expression.

The simple answer made everyone solemn.

The god stick looked serious, and the saber in his hand was tightly clenched, ready to deal with emergencies at any time.

The car door is so big, and it is already covered with dense bullet holes, what does it mean?

Everyone stood in front of the car door, staring blankly at the car door, and for a while, no one pulled the car door to look.

Hanlin was silent, although he had a rough personality and was very aggressive, but at this moment, facing the door full of bullet holes, he was silent, and even a little sad.

Yang Feng stared at the car door indifferently, not knowing what he was thinking.

Ma Yajun and Liu'er also carefully observed the blood stains on the car door, as if they were thinking about something.

The pilot listened to what several people said, and without saying a word, he began to dig the sand in front of the car door with his hands.

For a while, everyone was confused by him.

In fact, only Hanlin was a little confused, while Yang Feng, Ma Yajun, Liu'er, Shenguo, and the four of them silently watched the pilot's actions as if they had guessed something.

Hanlin was also confused, but when he saw that everyone was silent, fortunately he didn't speak.

When the depth approached fifteen miles. The pilot looked at his hands and froze.

The pilot's double talk was stained with blood. Brown blood stained the sand red, and then it slumbered forever under layers of sand.

Only now, when the pilots dug them out with both hands, the blood of the past has been rediscovered.

"This, this—"

Hanlin's hands trembled, pointing to the pit dug by the pilot, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

He was also an impatient, so he simply stopped talking at the moment. One pulled up the pilot and continued to dig up.

Ten centimeters, twenty centimeters -

The sand is nearly 20 centimeters thick, and it is all reddish-brown!

The crowd was stunned.

Silence, long silence.

Could it be that the mission is coming to an end on the first day here?

Could it be that the outcome is already doomed?

It's really a taste of all kinds of feelings.

The wind blew, leaving the six people in a daze, with a fine sand, far away.

"Black Hawk - he's alive."

I don't know how long it took, it should be a few minutes, or maybe dozens of seconds later, the god stick said flatly.

"Huh?"

And they all looked at him.

"I have a hunch that Black Hawk must still be alive."

The expression of the god stick swore that it didn't look like a fake at all, and the hearts of several people who were originally hanging just exhaled.

They have seen the ability of the magic stick with their own eyes, and he has said so, then, Black Eagle must still be alive!

Where did Yang Feng and the others know that at this moment, the god stick didn't have fifteen buckets of water in his heart - seven up and eight down.

After all, the god stick is a veteran oilman, seeing everyone so depressed, as if the fighting spirit of the whole body was melted by the blood in front of him, and he was anxious, so he came up with this trick.

Sure enough, at least, everyone is back to their senses at this moment.

"Brother Han, it's up to you!"

"Okay, I've been waiting for a long time!"

Yang Feng came back to his senses, did not hesitate, and asked Hanlin to open the car door.

"One, two, hey!"

Bang -

Hanlin rounded his shoulders and exerted his strength to feed, and with a bang, the car door was torn down by Hanlin!

Knock knock knock -

Han Lin retreated three or four steps in a row before he could barely stand firm, and the sound of dull footsteps came from the sand, which was enough to see how strong Han Lin had just been.

Originally, this truck was a scrapped car from an unknown number of years ago, and there were dense bullet holes in the door, and it was possible to open the door with a little more force.

It was only Hanlin who asked him to open the car door but he could tear it off directly.

The moment Hanlin opened the car door, everyone frowned.

What a pungent smell of blood!

Yang Feng's two eyebrows were about to be twisted together, his eyebrows were tightly locked, and the others were not far behind.

When they saw the situation in the front of the car clearly, everyone was stunned, and the god stick was also stunned.

How many corpses are there? Three? Five? Or ten corpses??

It was impossible to tell how many corpses there were, like a huge ball of flesh, flesh and blood layer after layer, and it was long time impossible to distinguish between them.

Dense bullet holes can be seen on it, and they are still on the body.

The first corpse was already unrecognizable, and had long since been beaten into a sieve.

"This, could this be-?"

Although Ma Yajun is very cautious on weekdays, his brain is a little insufficient to see such a scene at the moment.

After all, they are a bunch of recruits, and they haven't been on the battlefield yet, so they are a little stunned when they see such a group of corpses.

"Huh?"

Yang Feng noticed that although the person at the top had been beaten beyond recognition by bullets, he still had a ring intact on his right hand.

Yang Feng slowly took off the ring and held it high to inspect it in the sun, like a treasure that a poor boy was playing with.

Call~~

A heat wave hit, bringing up the yellow sand in the sky, heading into the distance.

On the ground, a thin layer of sand covered the area again, and all that could not be stopped was the thick smell of blood.

"Huh~~~ It's not a black shadow, his figure is far behind." As soon as Ma Yajun's words fell, the pilot immediately said, and then the two looked at each other and breathed a long sigh of relief.

Black Hawk, don't be fine!

Yang Feng's heart was shouting, and his voice could resound through this northern frontier within a radius of thousands of miles!

Black Hawk, are you still alive?!