"There's not much oil!" Chen Jia stared at the oil gauge, a little worried.

"Let's go to the desert." Ding Xiu took off the vest on his body and tore it into strips of cloth to tie the wound on his shoulder. If he continues to bleed there, he will have some symptoms of excessive blood loss.

Ding Xiu's coat was ripped off and burned by the sandman, and the only thing on his body was this vest that could be used as a bandage. He was shirtless, his shoulders and armpits tightly bandaged.

"Hmm......" Chen Jianing saw the lines of Ding Xiu's muscle contours from the corner of her eyes, and her face suddenly turned red to the base of her neck.

Narrow waist, eight neat abdominal muscles, chest ...... She didn't dare to look at the chest.

Ding Xiu has a long figure, a tall chest, and his muscles are not the exaggerated bodybuilding type, but they are really trained in the military camp, and he has enough explosiveness and toughness.

Because of Ding Xiu's unintentional influence, Chen Jianing was not as focused as before when driving, so the chasing soldiers were not too pressing, and the process of the car leaving the city was quite smooth.

"What's next?" Returning to the sea of sand, Chen Jianing was a little confused.

"Drag."

"Take it off?!" Chen Jianing was stunned for a moment, not understanding whether Ding Xiu was telling him to take off his clothes.

"What is he going to do...... Could it be that you plan to ...... me before you die" Chen Jianing secretly glanced at Ding Xiu from the corner of his eye, and when he saw that he looked as usual, he suddenly wondered a little in his heart.

"Drag on time." Ding Xiu thought that Chen Jianing didn't understand what he meant, "Didn't you say before that you sent a signal to your family for help, they will come to save you, and if we want to survive now, we can only delay time." ”

"That's what it means." Knowing that she wanted to be crooked, Chen Jianing hurriedly pulled her hair to hide her embarrassment.

"We have this, and they don't dare to force it." Ding Xiu patted the container in his hand and said confidently, "If we drag it out, we'll win." ”

"Well, my family will definitely be coming." Chen Jianing nodded heavily.

Ding Xiu's abacus played well, but the sandmen were not stupid, and after running out of the city for a while, their movements began to get bigger.

Two modified cars leaned towards Ding Xiu's car, one left and one right, and after the distance was closer, a person came out of the roof of each car.

The man on the roof pulled a chain from the car, the front of which was a large iron hook.

With a "poof", one of the sandmen threw the iron hook over, and the hook smashed on Ding Xiu's car, but it did not hook the gap in the roof.

"Damn, have you forgotten that I still have a gun in my hand?" Seeing clearly the intentions of the sand people, Ding Xiu naturally would not let them succeed.

He took a pistol, poked his head out of the car window, and shot twice. The two hook-throwing men on the roof of the car flipped out of the car one after another, and their bodies were immediately swept under the wheels of the car behind them.

Ding Xiu's attack was somewhat unexpected by the sandmen, and the car behind slowed down for a moment and then accelerated to catch up. This time, there were still people with hooks on the roof, but there was also an extra person next to them to help with the shield.

"Does it work? It's just psychological comfort. Ding Xiu's words were mocking, and the gun in his hand was not idle.

Because of the wind, it was very difficult to raise the shield on the roof of the car, and it was impossible for the sandmen to hold the shield upright.

The body parts of the people who threw the hooks were more exposed, and no matter where Ding Xiu hit them, as long as they fell out of the car, the injuries would be fatal.

Another person was shot and rolled under the car, but Dantehiu's gun was already out of bullets.

Hearing the sound of the firing pin ringing, Chen Jianing handed his gun to Ding Xiu, "There are still bullets in this gun." ”

"You keep it." Ding Xiu retracted and sat back in his seat, not taking Chen Jianing's gun.

"The oil is gone." As soon as Chen Jianing's voice fell, the speed of the car decreased at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The car stopped, and the sandmen rushed over to surround Ding Xiu and them, and more than a dozen cars were wrapped in a large circle on the outside.

"You stay in the car, the gun is in hand, and the muzzle of the gun does not leave the 'Putailer' in this container. As long as 'Putaylor' is with you, they will not dare to hurt you. After Ding Xiu admonished, he pushed the car door and got out of the car.

"What about you?" Chen Jianing turned around and shouted at him.

"I'm going to teach them a lesson."

"Give me back 'Putaylor', and I'll let you go." The old man got out of the car, his eyes swept over Ding Xiu, and then fell on Chen Jianing in the car.

"I believe you're a ghost, you bad old man." Ding Xiu scolded.

In Ding Xiu's heart, the sand people are all thugs, and the leader of the sand people is naturally a thug among the thugs, so he won't believe a word about this old man's words.

"Then I'm welcome." The old man's voice returned to its original coldness, he waved his hand, and several muscular men immediately stood behind him.

"You're welcome." Ding Xiu had already prepared in his heart, seeing that the people sent by the old man did not have any weapons, he knew that the other party was planning to capture him, and then use himself as a bargaining chip to exchange 'Pu Tailer' with Chen Jianing.

Ding Xiu was not ready to avoid the war, because the fight could better delay the time. He didn't know when Chen Jianing's family would arrive, but for the sake of that ethereal hope, he had to put it off.

The men sent by the old man were all good hands among the sandmen, and they were all covered with bulging muscles and exaggerated tattoos, and their dark skin shone in the sun, giving them a granite hardness.

Ding Xiu was also naked, his muscles were not as prominent as those sand people, and his tattoo only had a long sword pattern burning with flames on his chest. But when he looked ahead, he gave people an indestructible momentum.

"Don't underestimate the enemy." The old man admonished the sand people beside him, and then focused his attention on Chen Jianing.

Capturing Ding Xiu alive was just part of his plan, as long as Chen Jianing's side relaxed his vigilance a little, then he would have a chance to snatch the container containing 'Pu Tailer'.

Chen Jianing had always kept Ding Xiu's advice in mind, so the muzzle of the gun never left the creature in the container. The girl's caution made the old man a little anxious, and his thumb kept rubbing against his other fingers.

Ding Xiu has already fought with the sandmen here, and he has a gunshot wound in the shoulder, which affects his strength, so he mostly responds to it by wandering around in the fight.

There were many people in the sand, and five or six people rushed up, but Ding Xiu was not in a hurry and calmly accepted the recruitment.

Although hand-to-hand combat without weapons is convenient for raw capture, it also gives Ding Xiu more room to maneuver, there is a way that is an inch long and an inch strong, everyone's fists and hands and feet are the same, the comparison is body style and sensitivity.

The sand was full of figures and footprints, and Chen Jianing looked from afar and saw that Ding Xiu seemed to have a slight upper hand.

"Am I looking away?" The old man's eyes narrowed, he was far more skeptical than dissatisfied with this result, but the situation on the field could only be said to be evenly matched, and it was far from the time when he would end up in person.

The six sand people selected by the old man had all eaten crystal nuclei before, but the quality of the crystal nuclei they ate was not as high as Ding Xiu's. Ding Xiu ate a C-grade crystal nucleus, and unexpectedly obtained an ability.

The battle situation continued to be anxious, in fact, this was Ding Xiu's intention, his purpose was to delay time. If you really deal with it with all your might, these few sandmen will definitely not last 50 rounds.

Ding Xiuliu's hand was quickly seen by the old man, and the old man waved his hand again, and several sand people were added to the battle group again.

"The bad old man is really bad, and he doesn't pay attention to the rules at all." Ding Xiu was a little annoyed when he saw that his abacus had been discovered.

It would be a waste of his stamina to drag it any longer, because there were still many people on the Sandman's side who hadn't played, but his stamina couldn't last long.

"Drink!" The fist added three points of force, and Ding Xiu flashed to one of the sand people who was about to throw him, and the fist slammed into his back.

The other party snorted, and a mouthful of blood spat on the gravel.

When the sand man fell to the ground, no one around him helped him, but he pounced on Ding Xiu even more fiercely.

The other party added a helper, and it was not good for Ding Xiu to continue fighting, because there were people blocking him wherever he hid. He has a heart, and he uses the way to play for injuries.

The so-called exchange of injuries means that you have lost 800 of yourself and 1,000 of your enemies. Ding Xiu's choice was a last resort.

His physical strength was declining, and the other party still had a new force to join, so he could only find a way to make the enemy quickly attrition, so as to make room for maneuver and buy time for himself and Chen Jianing.

As long as the next attack of the sand people is not aimed at the vital point, Ding Xiu will give up dodging, and concentrate on attacking the enemy a little, so that the opponent will lose his combat effectiveness within a few moves.

"When has there been such a fierce young man in the border guards!" The old man was a little speechless, his impression of the border guards was still at the level of Wu Mo, and Ding Xiu's desperate style of play made his subordinates very uncomfortable.

There were a lot of people lying on the ground, and only Ding Xiu and one or two sand people were still standing.

Ding Xiu was covered in wounds, his body was bruised and purple, the corners of his mouth were oozing blood, and the skin on his fist was broken.

The two sandmen on the other side were even more miserable than him, one of the corners of his eye had cracked, and the other had lost a few teeth in his mouth.

"Children, unleash your wildness!" The old man suddenly shouted.

The sandfolk's eyes were on him, and someone in the crowd whispered, and almost everyone took a few steps back.

The sandmen who were still able to move in the field pulled out a small bottle from their bodies.

"Valen Elixir!" Ding Xiu recognized the bottle because he also had one on his body.

The sandfolk unscrewed the cap of the bottle and poured the potion into their mouths without hesitation.

"Ah!!!!!h The men erupted in a shrill howl almost at the same time.

The process of the potion working in their bodies was very fast, and the eyes of these sandmen who had drunk the Valen potion were red for a moment, and several guys who had been knocked to the ground by Ding Xiu and lost their combat effectiveness also fluttered and crawled up. I saw their muscles bulge further, and I could even hear the sound of bones being pulled.

The bulging muscles broke through the skin, and blood bubbled out. The people in the field, except for Ding Xiu, looked like beasts covered in blood.

The sudden violent aura from those people made Ding Xiu's pressure increase suddenly, and his gaze fell on these sandfols who had been amplified by Valen's potion, and the sandfolk's gaze also locked on him.

As if he knew what was going to happen next, the surrounding sandmen retreated a long distance to the back, and only the old man remained on the sidelines.