Lin Qinghan's proposal is not unreasonable, at least it is certain that there is organization on the front line.

"It's late now, let's spend the night here, and we'll start tomorrow."

Li Wusheng thought that now was not the time to find the problem of the organization as soon as possible, but that the two of them had to survive tonight.

And this gasoline can't be wasted, driving overnight has low visibility, maybe you will miss some road signs or something, it would be a pity.

Lin Qinghan felt that it could only be like this.

The wind and sand had passed, but she was worried that the two of them would not be able to withstand the cold of the Gobi Desert and the sand people who harassed them at night.

So they discussed taking turns keeping vigils...... The two pulled down the back seat as a bed, and turned out a large canvas and a piece of felt as a quilt.

Anyway, this is the first time they've spent the night together, so treat it well.

After finishing the work, both of them were sweating, looking at the starry sky, they found that each other was exhausted, and there was nothing to talk about.

Lin Qinghan was already cold, Li Wusheng was too lazy to speak, and it took saliva to speak, so the two maintained a silent atmosphere, and they didn't feel embarrassed after a long time.

In the first half of the night, Li Wusheng sat in the driver's seat to keep vigil, thinking that the water was still sufficient and there were emergency military rations, except for being a little cold, he was not so panicked.

Although Lop Nur was so big and dangerous, and he didn't know where to go tomorrow, he calculated that as long as he drove all the way to the north, when he reached the big crack, there would always be people.

And he suddenly had a little abacus, if Qiang Jing was playing soy sauce in the rear, it was so easy to go to the front line, we can't waste it.

It would be nice if I could get into the big crack...... A 100,000-year-old sand snake!

What if you steal someone's head by mistake? Isn't this the rhythm of how many levels you have risen in a row?

Of course, this is just a matter of thinking, Li Wusheng thought for a while, and found that the temperature was getting colder and colder, so he had to move to the back seat and squeeze into the felt.

The felt was very large, and it was also covered by Lin Qinghan very warmly, and Li Wusheng sat at a distance, but he was not afraid of the cold.

It didn't take long for Li Wusheng to find that many small sandbags in the vicinity began to loosen.

However, those sand people also seemed to be a little tired, and they even noticed the power of these two people, so they didn't dare to come up.

Li Wusheng was powerless to complain, just come out and fight, what's the matter with sneaking around and watching people sleep.

So Li Wusheng threw a stone at it, and the dirt bags shrank down......

In the second half of the night, Li slept silently, and he didn't hear any movement, and the night was safe.

Early the next morning, when Li Wusheng woke up, he found that it was bumpy, and it turned out that Lin Qinghan was already driving.

Not long after, I suddenly heard a noisy sound from behind a sand dune in front of me, it was a human voice!

This made the two of them feel very pleasantly surprised, could it be that they have found an organization?!

Li Wusheng asked Lin Qinghan to wait in the driver's seat, and got out of the car and climbed the sand dune.

But if you look closely, you are a little disappointed, not the organization, but some stragglers.

A group of men formed a makeshift position out of a few battered military vehicles, while in the distance a large group of sand people advanced with guns fired.

And not far away, several military vehicles were already burned, and there were three charred corpses around, and the people watching were in a heavy mood.

I've been dealing with corpses a lot in the past few days, but it's not a good feeling to see death on the battlefield for the first time, especially young lives.

The battle is still scorching. Li Wusheng lifted the big cylinder on the spot and fired a shot into the pile of sand.

A few soldiers were a little stunned, where did the heavy weapons come from?

The two students looked back and immediately recognized it as the doctor, and were immediately surprised.

Someone wanted to run to Li Wusheng's, but was pulled down by the person next to him, "What are you doing?" You don't want to live anymore?! ”

When suppressed by firepower, whoever rises will die, there are too many enemies, and no matter how bad the firearms are, they can crush everyone to hold their heads up.

At this time, a few more sandmen found Li Wusheng and immediately aimed over and fired.

The bullets whizzed through his side, and Li Wusheng felt that this situation was difficult to deal with, so he had to retreat to the anticline first, and then raise his cannon to prepare for a curved fire.

But think about how many shots the hand cannon can fire, it's important to save people, let's not hide it, it's better to use automated weapons!

Li Wusheng took out the broken floc in his mind, and a black iron short knife appeared on his palm.

"Offensive mode!"

The dagger flew out in response, and an arc passed straight into the enemy line. All of a sudden, it pierced the head of the first sandman, and after wearing it, it flew to the next one!

Li Wusheng poked his head out to observe, only to find that the breaking floc was so powerful that it was no longer comparable to ordinary weapons!

The students who shrunk their heads couldn't help but look up, but they couldn't catch any trace of the broken floc, but they just saw the scene of the sandmen disappearing one after another.

If time slows down, you can see a cyclone just like this constantly appearing and expanding in the tail of the flocculent. Under the propulsion of the cyclone, the flocculent began to move flexibly and accelerate sharply.

The sandfolk didn't have a chance to see the specific form of the dagger and the cyclone, and they lost consciousness the moment the sharp black iron dagger passed through the skull.

In this way, the speed of the flocculation became faster and faster, and finally it flew around at Mach 3, and the turning radius gradually increased.

However, it consumed the master's energy when the broken floc flew up, and it didn't take long for Li Wusheng to feel a little prostration, so he hurriedly ordered the broken floc to withdraw with his mind.

When the broken floc returned to Li Wusheng's hands, the souls of the sandmen began to detach from their bodies, and their bodies slowly collapsed.

After the pierced sand people lost their heads one by one, they slowly collapsed from the outside like a candle melting, and finally turned into a regular pile of sand.

The sand people behind also collapsed one after another.

After the next eight seconds, everything in front of me had turned into a pile of sand.

In this way, it took less than ten seconds to fly a few kilometers away, as precise as a scalpel, penetrating the hundreds of sandmen in the array!

Seeing the sandmen collapsing one by one, everyone's first reaction was whether there was something wrong with them, and everyone didn't realize that there was a shuttle short knife.

And the energy that drove the short knife to fly so far was only equivalent to the level of pushing a neutral car for tens of meters, which was naturally possible for an E-level cultivator.

Those students just watched as a large area of sand people in the black pressure actually collapsed after this young man appeared!

And the other party just dodged the anticline and did nothing!

What the hell is going on? Why did people solve the problem as soon as they appeared on the stage? Obviously, it can't be explained by common sense!

These students were able to accompany the army in the field, and they were above D, and they all had a huge sense of superiority when they returned to Camp No. 3, but at this moment, they suddenly felt ashamed of themselves.