The broken rib flipped inward, puncturing his liver.

Pain signals spread from the vagus nerve throughout his body, his blood pressure quickly dropped, his breathing became miserable, and the stressed brain forced him to curl up and fall to the ground.

The moment he fell to the ground, he seemed to see a pair of hands pass over him and grab the belt of the person in front of him.

"Why, Angie? No, that's not him, that's... Phantom. The guard fainted in inexplicable fear.

Guard No. 2 didn't have any friendship with the guard, and felt the hand behind his back loosen, just saying a word in his heart about the poor worm.

But the men behind him immediately grabbed him by the belt again, and the force was so great that they tore off his clothes.

Obviously, it was impossible for him to let go of his clothes now, so he had to let a small patch of skin be exposed.

Fortunately, now that the sun is blocked by the sandstorm, it shouldn't get sunburned.

However, this kind of behavior of pit teammates still made the second guard extremely dissatisfied, and even scolded.

But after scolding a few words, he stopped talking, after all, the people behind him couldn't hear it, and it didn't make sense to scold the air.

But he had already decided that when it was time to rest, he would definitely beat up this kid.

It's just a hillbilly, how dare you fight back.

Guard No. 2 deliberately twisted his waist a few times, although he shouldn't be able to shake it off, but it was okay to disgust the hillbilly.

Unexpectedly, the hillbilly's hand strength is very strong today, and no matter how the second guard twists, he can't move at all, as if it has grown on him.

Damn, how scared this guy is.

He cursed Guard No. 1 in his heart, but he also tightened his fingers, almost pinching the fabric of the person in front of him.

"The desert is still too dangerous, and when I finish this trip, I will buy a shop in the city, get a wife, and live a stable life. Ise is a good woman, although she is a prostitute, but she has a good temperament, and she is not as spicy as other Dakhla women. He thought about Ise's full breasts, and his saliva was about to flow out.

Who doesn't want to be on a big bed covered with flannel and pet the woman they like?

The palm of the hand continues to move up from the waist, and the clear touch slowly swims to the chest.

What is this kid doing? Did he turn out to be a homosexual? Damn, when it's time to rest, I'm going to have to chop his hand off.

Guard No. 2 felt the constant movement of his hands behind him, and his heart was furious.

Then, he didn't have a chance to rage anymore.

The palm of his hand judged the position of the liver, and the bulging fist broke the bones of Guard No. 2 in one fell swoop, and the entire part of the clothes was dented.

The massive internal bleeding caused him to quickly go into shock, and his hands weakly loosened the belt of the person in front of him, and he collapsed on the spot.

The moment he lost consciousness, he saw a pair of hands that seemed to come out of the void, grabbing the person in front of him instead of him.

Like, a ghost picking a stand-in.

In the Lost City, the slave caravan found a cave that could withstand the sandstorm and repair.

Fernando sat down on the felt mat, took a sip of the wine handed by his deputy, and sighed comfortably.

"Have you counted the personnel and supplies?" He asked.

The deputy said with some embarrassment: "The count has been counted, and no camels nor animals have been lost, but nine of the guards are missing." ”

"Waste, such a sandstorm can be lost, what a bunch of waste." Fernando threw his glass against the stone wall and smashed it to pieces.

The slave trade is no better than any other business, and a reliable armed force is the foundation of the slave trader's life.

These guards have all been screened out through assessment and actual combat, and one less is a cut of meat, and this time there are nine fewer at once, which is heavy bleeding.

After a tantrum tantrum, Fernando calmed down.

"When the sandstorm subsides, you take a few people to look for it. They shouldn't be able to run far, I'll wait for you for a night. ”

"Yes, sir." The deputy hurriedly replied.

After calming down, Fernando vaguely felt that something was wrong.

It's not once or twice that they have encountered sandstorms, except for someone who fell out of the team at the beginning, and no one has been lost since then, how can they lose nine at once this time.

But when it came to what the problem was, Fernando couldn't think of it for a while.

It's just that the feeling of uneasiness is becoming clearer and clearer, like a dark cloud hanging over his head, and he doesn't know when it will fall downpour.

"Let everyone be vigilant, I have a sense of foreboding." Fernando called his deputy and commanded.

The deputy quickly passed on the order, and the atmosphere in the caravan became tense again, and everyone put their hands on their weapons.

The reason why Fernando was able to make a name for himself in Dakhla, in addition to his mind and clever tongue, is also an important reason.

That's his instinct for danger.

Once they attacked a tribe and they had already rushed to the entrance of the village, but Fernando felt wrong and told them to retreat.

It was later discovered that the local tribes had banded together to set a large number of traps and manpower in the village.

If they had rushed in at that time, there was a high probability that they would have been wiped out.

This happened several more times, greatly boosting Fernando's popularity.

"Is it a beast? Or a nomadic tribe? Fernando pondered the possible perpetrators.

But it doesn't make sense, all beings are equal in the desert, and sandstorms don't distinguish between local and foreigner.

The best guide can only stay on his way in a sandstorm, unless it's not a person, it's a ghost.

Time passed little by little, and the sandstorm had not stopped, but the spirit of the caravan was no longer bearable, and several guards were unable to stand steadily.

Seeing this, Fernando had to arrange for a few people in the best condition to be on duty first, and the others to sleep, and then rotate after a while.

Hearing Fernando's words, Zachcardo breathed a sigh of relief.

First attacking the tribe, and then driving in the desert for so long, he really couldn't support it.

He had already looked at a place where there was a depression in the stone wall that was just right for people to nest into.

Zaccardo leaned in before anyone else and quickly fell asleep.

He had a long dream in which he performed well and soon became a caravan deputy.

But he was not satisfied, and became involved with the governor, wanting to replace Fernando.

Just as he killed all of Fernando's diehards and laughed to cut off Fernando's head.

A sharp knife stabbed him in the heart from behind, and when he looked back, it turned out to be his best brother Marić.

"Why did you betray me?" He said in disbelief.

"I'm sorry, I'm undercover." Marich grinned.

Zacardo woke up from a nightmare, feeling slimy behind his back, and was scared into a cold sweat.

"Marić, even in a dream, he can't betray me." He was angry and wanted to settle accounts with Marić.

However, he looked around and couldn't find Marić.

"Didn't that guy just lie near the entrance of the cave?" There's something strange about Zachcardo.

Looking at the guards on duty whose eyes narrowed into slits, as if they were sleepwalking, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, and quickly got up.

"Wake up, wake up, do you see where Marić has gone?" He shook vigorously and was on duty.

"Ah, he's not... What about people? The guard woke up from a semi-stupor.

The guards immediately began counting the number of people, and were horrified to find that all those who had approached the hole or the crack were gone.

"Lord Fernando, something is wrong, eight guards have disappeared." The deputy didn't care about the consequences of disturbing Fernando's sleep, and woke him up vigorously.

Fernando was confused for a few seconds before he understood what his deputy was talking about, and then his groggy head suddenly woke up as if a large bucket of ice water had been splashed.

"Everyone is ready to attack at once, and anyone who dares to move directly will shoot." Fernando's orders were very decisive.

The guards, who had been woken up, quickly formed a formation, raised their muskets, and looked around and the people around them vigilantly.

Yes, Fernando spoke not only of foreign enemies and slaves, but also of caravanserais.

There is no evidence to prove that the disappearance of these dozen or so people was not their own work.