The next day, Lu Yuan was indeed not so desolate that he hung behind the butt of the car and ran with his life, but compared with the current situation, Lu Yuan couldn't say that it was better to run to death from exhaustion or to die of sunburning.

Gao Jiu's so-called innocence was to tie Lu Yuan to the flagpole of the chariot, and the side was full of pickled snake meat. Lu Yuan witnessed how this group of damned natives handled the snake meat, first the chief guards followed him with coarse salt like a treasure, and then smeared with a layer of yellow pasty sauce, the unfiltered blood of the snake meat and the exposed sauce emitted a strong smell of vomit. In particular, Lu Yuan was not tied to the flagpole on the roof of the car, but the rear of the car, and was beaten by the smell of strong winds, even if he endured not breathing through his nose, Lu Yuan felt that he was about to suffocate all the time.

Fortunately, the smell was not very spicy, and Lu Yuan could barely observe the various types of vehicles and vehicles of the scorpion slave trapping team and their formation.

The scorpion slave trapping team is divided into four types of vehicles, and the tractor is the finale of the modified combat vehicle. A rectangular covered with cut-type armor plates was towed, and Lu Yuan guessed that it was a container. The total length of the vehicle is about 16 to 18 meters, and if you add the round tanker truck attached to the rear of the car, the length can easily exceed 20 meters. The front bumper is equipped with three ramming corners with slender spikes, one parallel to the engine face and the other beveled to break through the gravel. The spokes of the tyre axles are all inlaid with sharp corners that converge inward, apparently designed to meet the car against enemy tires.

The engine smoke duct is extremely long, welded in an inverted "L" shape to the outside of the cab door, and the air intakes are surprisingly large, which sit like a bulge on the rear hood. The windows were covered with steel plates that should be half a finger thick, and the driver could only drive or shoot through pre-hewn viewing holes. The same is true for the steel plates that cover the body containers, all of which have shooting holes and sliding coverings. The front and tail of the container are specially equipped with turrets, which are not the regular hemispherical transparent rotating cabins of Lu Yuan's all-terrain vehicles, but are used as a half-cut Beetle body, and inside there is what the indigenous cannon boy calls a rusty machine gun cannon.

There is a puncture plate under the rear bumper, which was released last time and nearly punctured the ATV tires. At the rear of the car, there are hook cables, grenade launches, and oil cloth pipes, all of which are covered in a thick wedge-shaped steel plate with bullet marks.

The other chariot was similar to the one on which Gao Jiu was riding, with the exception of a crane in the middle of the hull. When setting up camp in the oasis last night, the crane directly hoisted the guerrilla motorcycles that had returned from the sentry into the vehicle formation.

Needless to say, these two chariots must be the combat power of the town, so the steel beast naturally can't go too high, Lu Yuan estimates that the current speed is about 20 miles, but given that there are only two exhaust pipes of the car, it is difficult to explain what the other four do.

Each vehicle is guarded by an armored truck to the left and right. Lu Yuan fought fiercely in one of the carriages yesterday, and the interior of the carriage was not surprising, with a small container-like interior, but it was not separated from the cab, and each other could enter and exit through the small door. The design of the shooting holes is similar to that of the chariot, with boxes on either side that can be placed flat on a person, and on top of the boxes are hammocks, and even filter buckets and cooking tables fixed to the walls of the car. At that time, Lu Yuan repelled six people in the car, but in terms of space, it was not difficult to squeeze in ten people, after all, the natives had no concept of hygiene.

Oh, the concept of private is very sufficient, who dares to touch their private belongings, if they don't say it, they have to beat the other party to kneel and beg for mercy before it ends.

From the first time he saw the Spike off-road vehicle, Lu Yuan was very interested in this kind of offensive and defensive vehicle. The rear tires of this long, narrow SUV are larger than the front tires, densely covered with anti-skid lines, and there is almost no terrain to stop it from moving forward. On more than one occasion, Lu Yuan saw an off-road vehicle climb over a steep hill or go straight to the flying sand mountain. The gunmen in the back seat had to connect themselves to the body by a chain, but usually these lunatics never tied them, but only grabbed the armrest of the back seat. One of the ways to compete is to compare who can hold on longer in a deliberately created bump and not get thrown out. It's a remake of a cowboy bumble.

Guerrilla motorcycles, on the other hand, are slender and long, with armrests between the rear seats and front seats, and four bomb rods about two people long inserted parallel to the exhaust pipes on both sides. When hunting water snakes, these motorcyclists use this to severely damage the snakes. There were also two smaller bulges under the exhaust pipe, which Lu Yuan thought were nitrogen canisters, because he could occasionally see the motorcycle spewing blue fire, and suddenly overtook the front of the convoy. It's fast, at least 100 miles.

The way the convoy was organized seemed to be relatively simple, the trucks guarded the slowest chariots in the very middle, the off-road vehicles were scattered in front and rear, arching the flanks and carrying out the attack at any time, most of the guerrilla motorcycles were hung out of the trucks, and only a few were released as scouts, and they attacked in groups during wartime.

Lu Yuan didn't look at it for too long, the desert sun was already about to dry up, the hunger and thirst of the fire and being firmly bound, and the slow pain of rubbing the iron rope with his hands and feet stimulated Lu Yuan's nerves, as well as the lingering stench of snake meat. How many mouths did this group of natives have to rob such a deadly thing? It's better to eat it raw than to eat it pickled!

Lu Yuan woke up every time he was a little sleepy, even when the convoy temporarily stopped to rest in the shadow of the hills, he was still tied to the flagpole, next to the strong light, and at this time he was still facing the sun, and he felt blind when he closed his eyes. is so tortured, Lu Yuan is really weak, he doesn't have the strength to break free from his arm after grinding the oily skin, he is so hungry and thirsty for a day, and he has to be wasted if he changes to an iron man.

It was night, Lu Yuan almost fainted, and the footsteps of "kicking and kicking" on the iron top woke him up, and he opened his bloodshot eyes and watched the natives giggle and move down a bucket of snake meat, without even fanning their noses. The madmen really took out the foul-smelling snake meat with their daggers and roasted it over the campfire.

Lu Yuan's scolding thoughts are gone now, and the desire to take a sip of water is so strong that he looks at the natives unscrewing the kettle with green eyes, and what's more, he deliberately raises the kettle at him and pours water.

It wasn't until the middle of the night that Gao Jiu personally gave Lu Yuan half a jar of water, Lu Yuan stared at this native who wanted his life, squirmed his lips, and said, "This is your guarantee?" ”

"Guaranteed to keep you alive." Gao Jiu shrugged, pointed to a chain dragging the back of the car, and mocked: "Tying the flag is a preferential treatment, don't believe you ask the others." ”

Lu Yuan glanced sideways at the landscape slightly and said, "You're returning." ”

Gao Jiu was not surprised, and stuffed a piece of dried hard meat into Lu Yuan's mouth, turned around and said, "No one will burrow into the Ember Desert, even if my boys are not afraid of heaven and earth. ”

"Unless there, you can go straight to heaven."