The long yellow sand road will never see the end. This vast desert, which spans many countries, has been an important passage on the Silk Road since ancient times.

This is where history is born and where it eventually dies. The Turks, the Huns, and various well-known ethnic minorities in China have all been active here. Even back then, the depths of the desert were known as the no-go zone of the desert, and few people would venture into this barren land if they didn't live here all year round.

The wind howled, blowing a sandstorm for days. There is not even a single bit of green in this golden world, and it seems that all life is insulated from this place, and this is the territory of death.

A gust of wind and sand blew, and behind a continuous stretch of sand dunes, dozens of all-terrain military vehicles slowly drove out. The person in the car and the car under the seat are almost the same color as this desert, and it is really difficult to tell if you don't really distinguish whether he is moving.

Nighthawk sat in one of the cars with the Eye of the Sky in his hand. Even if the high-tech of Tianyan reaches this desert, it seems to be a little powerless. From time to time, he compared the hand-drawn map with the coordinates generated by the satellite on the Sky Eye, and from time to time he directed the direction of the convoy.

"Captain, the other two teams don't know if they can find a place. It's a damn desert, and finding a secret base is no different than looking for a needle in a haystack. The thorn sat down beside Nighthawk, took a mouthful of wind and sand, and complained.

Nighthawk was still looking intently at the Sky Eye and the sketched map, and only nodded when he heard the military thorn say this: "This makes me have to admire these terrorists, they don't have advanced navigation equipment, and they can find a secret base in this desert where they don't even have a reference by relying on the route in their memory." It makes sense that they can be here all year round. ”

Yaksha was driving ahead, and when he heard this, he also turned his head and said, "How far are we from that base, it's been three days, and there is not much food and water left." ”

Nighthawk stared at a flickering coordinate on the eye of the sky, and said with a blazing gaze: "If the map is correct, we can get there in half a day." The desert is our best cover, and even if we drive directly to the terrorists' doorstep in such weather, it will be difficult for them to spot us. ”

"If the map is fake, see if I go back and don't peel off the skins of those terrorists. Especially the chick with a hot body, hehe........." A series of ill-intentioned smirks came out of the army's stinging mouth.

"You shouldn't be mistaken, the detachment with the mine belt an hour ago has managed to find one of the bases, where there are probably more than 3,000 terrorists and a large amount of supplies. The terrorists never imagined that they would be attacked by hiding in a secret base, and all of them had already been served by the mine-led detachment. This shows that this map is still reliable. Nighthawk said.

"Then again, the Mine Kid is always luckier than us. You see, we go around in circles in this desert all day long, he is a good boy, and he doesn't need to spend a shot or an order to pick a big bargain. Life is like this, unfair! The spur leaned back in his chair, muttering.

The convoy is still moving slowly, and in the vast desert, as long as it deviates a little distance, it may be a day's distance away from the final goal. Therefore, the convoy should look for targets as slowly as possible and avoid being detected by the enemy.

Although there is now a strong wind and sand in the desert, which can block their tracks. However, dozens of vehicles are operating in the desert at the same time, and it is inevitable that terrorists will have secret posts or something. After all, they will face the most elite special operations team among the terrorists, and the strength of this special operations team is not as bad as that of the Cheetah Commandos, and it should not be underestimated at all.

"The goal is near." Nighthawk stood up suddenly, unable to hide the excitement in his eyes even with sand-proof goggles.

"Right there, over this pile of dunes." Nighthawk pointed his finger, and the drivers, who immediately received the order from the radio, drove their heads towards the place where Nighthawk fingered, and the convoy quickly headed up the dunes.

The all-terrain military vehicle crossed the sand dunes full of sand with great ease, and at the moment of crossing, they all saw a very spectacular scene. A black beast-like desert secret base crouches in the yellow sand.

"Finally found you!" Nighthawk put down the Eye of Heaven in his hand and took off his goggles, his eyes revealing joy and murder.

In the secret base, there are only a dozen or so guards near the gate that is half exposed. This secret base was originally designed to store supplies, so it was designed like a large iron top, very well sealed, and only one gate could enter and exit. Even if it is completely annihilated by sand, the integrity of the base can be preserved.

This base has been spent in the desert for more than ten years, and the wind and sand blow make the original base look dark on the outside. It's like an old man waiting for the end of the years.

A dozen or so guards were all huddled near the gate, finding some gaps to keep out the wind and sand, and boring bragging or napping.

On weekdays, when the weather is warm and there is no wind and sand, their guards will extend a little forward. But today there is wind and sand, and the distance of more than ten meters looks a little blurry.

This is already the deep part of the desert, and apart from these outlaw terrorists, not even a bird will fly, let alone anyone will come here.

On weekdays, they can't even see a mouse, and if a scorpion or a bug appears, it will be highly valued by the people of the entire base, and it will be raised as a god.

"Hey, old Chahan, how long have you said those who went out with the Major General have been out? One month? Or two months? How much loot will they get, and how many women will they play? A terrorist, with a haggard face, asked an old man beside him.

The old man's beard was already white, and he looked to be at least in his sixties. But there is still the sharpness of a young man in his eyes, and the posture of holding a gun is no different from that of an authentic soldier.

Among the terrorists of the Báb, there are not a few old men like this. They are true believers and have only the great Allah in their hearts. They fight for Allah and drive out a qiē infidel, so their fighting power is not proportional to their age. Some people, on the contrary, fight more fiercely because they get older.

The old man called Old Chahan smiled softly: "Cheap those rabbit cubs, follow the major general to kill the infidels everywhere, Allah will definitely bless them." They are the Messenger of Allah and will be happy. ”

The man who questioned him before was not impressed by the words of Lao Cha Khan, and there were not many followers of Allah like Lao Cha Khan among the terrorists. Most of them joined the organization for some ulterior motive in their hearts, fighting under the guise of believing in Allah. In fact, the evil elements in their hearts occupy the majority.

"I'm almost forgetting the time, I don't spend any day and night here, what's the use of remembering the time?" Lao Chahan looked at the sky, and there was a yearning in his eyes: "If the next time the major general goes out, I must follow." If I can kill some more heretics with my own hands, my life will not be in vain. ”

The young man rolled his eyes and stopped talking. There was silence outside the base again, unbeknownst to them, as a convoy of military vehicles rushed towards them at breakneck speed.

Almost instantly, the side-by-side convoy broke through the wind and sand, and suddenly appeared outside the gate of the base like a divine soldier descending from the sky. By the time the terrorists came to their senses, more than a dozen vehicles had reached the gate side by side.

"Use a knife, don't startle the snake." Old Chahan seemed to hear this cold voice, and he had just raised his old rifle. But in front of him, it seemed that a figure suddenly jumped down from the car.

The figure was like a goshawk, covering almost the entire sky. Old Chahan's eyes were covered by darkness, and then he felt a pain in his neck, and all the strength of his body seemed to disappear into his body with the pain in his neck.

With a bang, the old rifle in his hand fell into the sand. A line of blood erupted from his neck, and half of his neck was almost cut.

Old Chahan looked at the figure that passed by him, and the man who cut off his neck to harvest his own life did not even look at himself, and continued to reap the lives of the rest of his companions.

Before he finally fell to the ground, he saw the young man who had just spoken to him, his head rolled to his feet, his mouth wide open in astonishment, and his eyes were full of fear. A man dressed in camouflage in the same color as the desert was slowly walking past the headless corpse.

"Huaxia Special Forces!" Only this last voice echoed in the heart of the old chahan, and then the whole person fell and died.

The battle in front of the gate of the secret base was completed in only a few seconds, and the special forces who suddenly appeared slaughtered all the soldiers guarding here as easily as slaughtering chickens. Not a single shot was fired, clean and clean, quiet as if nothing had happened.

The sand in front of the base was stained red with blood, and Nighthawk stepped out of the car. At this time, all the military vehicles have been concentrated in front of the main gate, and they have just searched the base, and determined that this place is like an iron barrel, and there is no way out.

"As the chick said, the terrorists here have made themselves into turtles in urns." The Thorn walked over to Nighthawk and laughed.

Nighthawk looked at the huge secret base gate, and a sneer slipped through his lips.

"Open the door and we rush in. Revenge team, a name that sounds very powerful, let me see what kind of powerful characters there are in this team. Nighthawk said coldly.

"No matter how powerful he is, he's going to die today." Da Niu stood at the front with the Vulcan cannon, and he had a natural passion for killing.

The key to open the door was found from the terrorist's body, the black door was slowly opened, and the last secret base slowly revealed its true face.