The motorcycle iron horse that rushed to the front, the front of the car covered with the skull of a severely weathered beast, the twisted horns of the desert antelope, and the hollow orbital bones covered with twisted and strange lines, were all demon worshippers and remnants of the Doomsday Order.

The rider's body was wrapped in tattered strips of cloth in every corner, looking like a group of rumored undead mummies from the Valley of the Kings, with irregular iron balls the size of fists hanging from his chest and back, crudely made, up and down with the bumps of the body, colliding with each other, making a crunching sound.

"Be careful! These desert bandits are bombardiers who are good at juggling and throwing with precision, and they are certainly not old thieves who have been passed down for generations, but their peers disguised as bandits!"

The caravan owner put away the monoculars and warned everyone in the caravan through the loudspeaker, especially the "masters" hired with high salaries, that when the critical moment came, their performance must be worthy of the salary they received.

Hearing the warning from his employer, the snake master reacted as quickly as possible, and was not afraid of the sand on the ground burning his buttocks, so he sat down cross-legged, carefully took out the snake flute, brought it to his mouth, stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, and then began to blow the battle dance music that woke up the sleeping snake.

As the serpent master's song spread, all kinds of poisonous snakes slowly crawled out of the carapace of the twelve pack beasts, the cracks between the goods, and the back baskets of the slaves, and they shook their heads and shook their bodies, and the neat rhythm made everyone in the caravan feel cold.

They are all poisonous snakes that see blood and seal their throats, they are hidden in every hidden corner around them, this snake master is really big-hearted, isn't he afraid of accidents?

The two desert swordsmen covered with blood-colored veils rolled against the sand on the ground, and quickly stood up, I don't know if there was something wrong with their eyes, the white veils on their bodies were all dyed with the color of brown sand, and even the veils changed like this.

It's simply the best camouflage color, if the two desert swords lie on the ground, people who don't look carefully will definitely mistake them for two sand piles, or rocks that have weathered for many years.

As for the mercenary brother from the Eastern Loulan Kingdom, in the face of the approaching desert bandits, the corners of his mouth grinned, pulled out a funny smile, and jumped vertically, just jumping onto the thick turtle shell of the pack beast, becoming the target in the most conspicuous position.

The Oriental who had just woken up, seeing such a showy little brother, didn't know whether to praise him for his fearless spirit, or ridicule him for his arrogance and ignorance in rushing to be in the limelight.

Sensing the dangerous aura of flames, the young Oriental shook his head slightly, walked briskly past the protective circle where the caravan owner was, and easily took a scimitar made of Damascus steel from the hand of one of the guards.

He used the dexterity of his wrist to turn a few times lightly, and a door in the depths of his memory suddenly opened, and the sleeping martial arts immediately awakened, although it did not match the new body, but it was more than enough to protect himself.

"Fortunately, this body exercises regularly, learns basic knife skills, and when I kill a few desert bandits, I believe it won't be long before I can completely integrate them. ”

The young man saw dozens of caravan guards lying on the defensive line of the bandits' offensive side, who was a rookie and who was a veteran, and those warriors who had tasted the taste of killing had one eye closed, one eye widened, and the corners of their mouths showed a hideous smile. The recruit, who had never seen blood, licked his lips nervously, and even his hands were trembling, and the fingers that held the trigger turned white, making people can't help but worry about whether they would go off in the next second.

At this moment, more than a dozen mummy-like riders, riding motorcycles and iron horses, brazenly rushed into the defensive circle of the caravan guards, their mouths let out a strange wolf-like scream, one hand took off the iron bullet on his chest, brought it to his mouth and bit the fuse, and pulled it out hard, and the fuse was immediately ignited.

"Shooting ......"

More than two dozen arquebuses fired in order, and as a large cloud of pungent gunpowder smoke erupted, the three riders who rushed to the front were as if they had been hit in the chest by a heavy hammer, and the whole person paused, and then lost all his strength, and lay on the motorcycle iron horse on the spot.

As for the iron bullet that had just been lit, it exploded with a bang, and even the horse, which was as fast as a galloping horse, lay on its stomach on the spot, and the front of the car tilted, and fell to the sand.

The caravan escorts cheered with joy, but unfortunately they were too early for joy, and the riders who followed one after another quickly broke through the defensive circle, and the iron ball ignited in their hands threw it hard at the back of the pack beast, and in a series of bouncing bumps, they were very lucky to roll down into the middle of the guards.

With a bang, the debris splashed around, like a sickle for cutting wheat, quickly cut down more than a dozen inexperienced rookie novices, and died on the spot with serious injuries, and those with minor injuries were also skin and flesh, and fainted on the spot in pain.

When the caravan owner saw this scene, he did not lament the death of the guards, but felt sorry for the anquebus that had been blown up, which he spent a lot of money to find a sharp weapon that the arms dealer had privately purchased on the black market, but he didn't expect it to be of much use at all.

When the motorcycles approached the back of the car, they made an emergency turn to avoid a head-on collision and the car was destroyed, and they lifted the front of the car forcefully, and rushed up quickly along the not steep arc of the back shell, trying to drop bombs at close range.

It is a pity that the fact that the careless caravan guards paralyzed the vigilance of the riders with a large number of casualties, and they had just climbed to the top of the back shell with high difficulty, and before they could take off the "black fire" hanging on their chests in time, the painstaking monk with his bare hands suddenly appeared in their field of vision.

Avoid the front of the car full of spikes, when the motorcycle iron horse passed closely, a heavy blow of the arm scimitar knocked most of the riders who couldn't react off the chariot on the spot, and the weak people simply suffered a crushed fracture of the lumbar vertebrae, even if the elite with a good physique, at this time he bent down painfully, and opened his mouth to spit out last night's supper like money.

The two groups begging for a living in the desert lost considerable combat power in just one face, but in general, the caravan on the defensive side had a slight advantage in the situation.

Dervishes don't kill people, but the snake master is not a soft-hearted person, the desert knife Ji wants to cut off the head of the male the most, and the little brother Loulan did not fall short in his hand, and the only elite rider who avoided the monk's crit was tied to his neck with a hair whip as tough as fine iron, and hanged himself directly on the spot.

As for the awakened Advent, he stepped forward with a scimitar in his hand and cut off two heads in the hands of the desert swordman, and the familiar feeling of mastering the weapon immediately returned.

With a flick of his wrist, the scimitar made of Damascus steel immediately shook out a ball of knife flowers, round as a ball, and fell into the eyes of the two desert knife girls, who couldn't help but look at the strange light, and they didn't pursue the evil deeds of the young man who grabbed people's heads.

"You have, knife skills, very good ......"