The atmosphere of vigilance is oppressive, and even more depressing when the enemy doesn't know where he is.

The moon had risen at this time, and the moonlight, which should have been as white as snow, was filtered by the yellow sand in the sky, and only a few remaining wisps penetrated into the cave, and it was still glowing with a yellow halo.

"Lord Fernando, I'm afraid it won't work like this. The enemy is in the dark, we are in the light, and our energy is consumed faster than his. The deputy reminded.

Fernando observed that all the guards had the word nervous written all over their faces, and some even began to sweat on their foreheads.

You know, the desert is very cold at night.

"You, you, you, you hide behind your camels. Others remain vigilant. Fernando ordered.

And at the moment when the named guard stepped back, a silver light pierced through the wind and sand and shot into the heart of one of the guards.

"Shoot!" The deputy roared.

More than twenty muskets were fired at the same time, and a huge roar echoed in the cave, and the roof of the cave was shaken to ashes.

Dense plumbing shot into the yellow sand outside the cave, but no response came.

There was no cry of pain, no wailing, no smug ridicule, as if swallowed by something in one gulp.

His men were shot, but Fernando smiled.

"Don't be afraid, the opposite side is with a bow and arrow, it's a human being, not a ghost, we have so many guns, we can definitely kill him." He shouted to his men.

His encouragement had an effect, and the guards didn't look so nervous.

Now that he was sure that the other party was a human and not a ghost, Fernando's brilliant mind began to work at a rapid pace.

Since it is a human being, then the action must have a purpose.

If you are a slave caravan, and if you don't have goods and gold coins, then the other party is not for money.

The other party uses a bow and arrow, and the archery skills are very skillful, so it should not be a person from several big countries.

That... He set his eyes on the huddled slaves.

He called his deputy and whispered a few words.

The deputy understood, walked over to the slave, picked one at random, picked up the leather whip and whipped it fiercely.

The slaves were whipped and rolled on the ground, wailing incessantly.

However, there was no movement outside the cave.

The deputy looked at Fernando, who frowned and made a downward gesture.

The off-hand drew his scimitar with a brush and cut off the slave's head.

His sword was swift and ruthless, and before the slave had time to fear, his head fell to the ground, and only the expression of pain froze on his face.

His violent murder caused a commotion among the slaves.

Several of the strongest slaves glared at him, but looking at the bright scimitar in his hand and the gunmen who were waiting for him, they still didn't dare to make a move.

However, the death of the slave did not make any move from the enemies outside the cave.

Fernando was a little surprised, could it be that he was wrong, the enemy had nothing to do with these slaves?

So what is the enemy for? Is it because he has a grudge?

Thinking along this line, Fernando found that he really had a lot of enemies.

Not to mention the business opponents, the tribes that have been plundered by him, the outsiders who have been pit by him, and the toes are not enough.

One of them, or even several partners, hires a hitman to kill him, and that's a normal thing.

Fernando couldn't help but regret a little, thinking that he wouldn't have killed that slave if he had thought about it.

A slave is also money, he can have today's industry, it is all saved by a silver coin, and the slave trader has no spare money.

He waved his hand and called his deputy back.

Without him and a few of his most loyal men standing in his way, he really didn't feel at ease.

"Whoosh", another arrow, another guard was shot in the vital point.

"Old camel, how long will you listen to this wind?" Fernando shouted to the guide.

"There should be ten minutes left." The guide said, after observing.

"Guys, hold on for ten more minutes and the damn wind will stop. When the time comes, we'll beat that sinister guy into a sieve and reward each with 1 gold coin. "In order to boost morale, Fernando is bleeding profusely.

"Oh oh oh!" The bonus had an immediate effect, and the guards' low morale rose again, and they let out shouts of excitement.

The wind outside is indeed as the guide said, and it is visible that it is getting smaller, and the situation is clearly developing in a better direction.

Fernando smiled grimly, already thinking about how to torture the masterminds behind the scenes, then strip them naked and put them in the desert to be exposed.

In this way, a trace of his anger can be removed.

However, the winds are not just good for them.

"Whoosh", "Whoosh", "Whoosh", three sharp arrows with an interval of less than five seconds, once again took the lives of the three guards.

The terrifying arrows completely broke the formation of the guards, some of them shot back, some screamed and ran around, and some of them found a place to hide.

Fernando's loud orders, even firing shots into the sky, could not stop the chaos of his men.

Arrows continued to shoot in until the sandstorm had completely stopped, leaving only Fernando and a few of his loyal guards in the cave, except for the slaves and the guides.

Fernando looked desperately and fearfully at the entrance of the cave, and a man completely covered in sand walked in.

He looked at the nervous slave trader and smiled inexplicably, revealing his sharp white teeth.

Fernando noticed the ornate dagger in his hand and the quiver at his waist, which was supposed to be the murder weapon that killed a dozen of his men.

"Who the hell are you?" Fernando spoke with difficulty.

"A ghost, a ghost who rebels against all oppression." The man said, his voice with a strange tone, as if he was reciting some scripture, as if he was speaking to someone.

"How much money they gave you, I'm Fernando. No, three times! "Fernando's heart is bleeding, but life is the most expensive.

"Money? I worked hard before I entered the mission world, just to make money from you. If I enter the mission world, I have to make money from you, so won't I enter this mission world in vain? The man scoffed.

"And what exactly do you want?" Fernando couldn't understand what the man was saying, but he knew it wouldn't work out with money.

"I want you to be without you in this world, because you guys are really hot-eyed." The man raised an eyebrow.

The next moment, he shook violently, and the sand on his body flew in all directions like a scattered bullet.

"Shoot!" Fernando shouted, and the new firearm in his hand burst into flames.

The man had expected it a long time ago, and instead of rushing forward at the beginning, he kicked with his left foot and jumped to the right, perfectly avoiding the rain of bullets.

Lunge, draw your sword.

The knife light was whiter, brighter, and colder than the moonlight that re-illuminated the cave.

With the sound of limbs falling to the ground and people howling, there were no living people around Fernando.

Even his coveted deputy, who had only made a cut in the man's leg.

"Don't, I have a lot..."Without giving Fernando a chance to speak, Liu Zheng crushed his throat.

Dakhla's famous great slave trader, butcher and demon in the eyes of countless tribes, and the illegitimate son of Count Fernando, Jefferson Fernando, whimpered twice like a dying vicious dog and died.

The enemy was completely annihilated, and Liu Zheng's tense nerves finally relaxed.

Sweat seeps from the pores under the tightly wrapped clothes.

In this game of tracking and assassination, his physical and mental strength has been exhausted to the limit.

If it weren't for the fact that the practice in the sea greatly strengthened his stamina, he would definitely not have lasted to the end.

However, with the right time, place and people, he finally completed the feat of destroying the entire firearms slave transport team by one person.

This is an asymmetric strike, giving full play to one's own advantages and achieving the maximum result at the minimum cost.

The advantages required for asymmetric strikes are mainly embodied in superiority in weaponry and information power.

The inevitable effect of the closing bow allows Liu Zheng to be ready to shoot the guard's vital point even when his vision is limited and the wind interferes.

The guards' muskets could not maintain their accuracy and power in sandstorms, and this was the advantage of weaponry.

The Eagle Eye effect allows Liu Zheng to see the enemy's situation even in a sandstorm, and his strong physical strength and strength can allow Liu Zheng to have mobility and mobility in a sandstorm.

And the guards not only can't see Liu Zheng's location, but also can't move freely in the sandstorm, which is the advantage of the right to information.

I have to say that Liu Zheng integrated all his advantages this time and gave full play to them.