The wind and sand were already much smaller, but our position was surrounded, and judging by the footsteps, there were at least eighty or ninety people on the other side. [] I was shocked that this was not a rabble, and it could not be some loose organization of the people.

Soon after the encirclement, there was a sword encounter. Although there were many people on the other side, I couldn't hear a few words, and the skirmish line was very open, and the distance within a small range was kept at more than 20 meters. Listening to the shooting, you know that you have received professional training, and no one shoots or shoots continuously, almost all of them are targeted short bursts. It's completely different from the gunfight you see in the movie! And I didn't hear two shots in the same spot. The marksmanship was accurate, almost all of them near the firing position we had just left.

What is even more terrifying is the psychological quality of these people. I heard someone getting shot, rolling and moaning, but no one screamed, and the rest of the people around me were not in a mess. Originally, the ammunition they carried was almost exhausted, but now they replenish the magazine and hold their positions to return fire. The old master and the little three are all special marksmen, and they can hardly aim in the wind and sand, all based on their feelings, pointing where to hit, constantly changing their hidden positions and shooting. I listened to the voice and roughly calculated, the other party was knocked down at least more than twenty people, but still contracted the encirclement, and had no intention of retreating.

Goblins and I are not good at this kind of gunfight, so we can only do logistics in the very center of concealment. When the goblin threw the magazine, I re-treated the wound, opened the simple tourniquet, treated the wound with anti-inflammatory, and fixed it with a splint and bandage. He had a bullet hole the size of a coin in his left calf. The back leg and stomach were taken away by the bullet, and the wound was much more serious than I thought. As I was healing, the bloodless carpenter whispered to me: "There is no way to keep the stone like this, and we must all stay here when the wind and sand reced, and the sky is bright." You need to hurry up, and the other party has a master in the cultivation world!"

"How do you know?"

Craftsman: "Even if the news of this operation leaks, it will not be exposed so quickly." What's especially strange is that we have already left the city from the underground. Immediately it was revealed. This must be the divine sense of a cultivator!"

"Are you sure?"

Craftsman: "Of course you can be sure." During the shootout in the city, I saw Lao Gai shoot at a man who seemed to be in command. With the old marksmanship, he would not miss, but the man didn't move, he pointed forward with something in his hand, and he didn't get shot! I couldn't see it clearly, but I felt that the bullet was frozen in front of him, and at that moment, his aura fluctuated very strongly. That's how I got distracted, and I was shot. ”

Using the Imperial Artifact Law to hold back the flying bullets is not an ordinary cultivation, and even my cultivation has reached the realm of fetal movement, and it is very reluctant to do this. It is also necessary to sacrifice the Blue Mirror in advance. If the other party has this kind of master, plus a few who know how to cultivate, then we will be in danger. Of the six of us, I was the only one who understood the practice and realized the seriousness of the problem. At this time, the craftsman pointed to an open box of grenades beside him, and I understood what he meant.

Now the shootout is old, and they force their opponents to be 200 meters away. The ballistic arc of the grenade bombardier could not reach our hiding place. At this distance, no ordinary person can throw a grenade over, but what if the cultivator uses the method of imperial objects? As long as a few grenades fall in the middle of this boulder, we will all have to be reimbursed! I and the craftsman can use the method of imperial objects and exorcism to block them, but if the other party has strong mana or too many people, it will not be able to stop it. To make the first move, I exchanged glances with the craftsman, and immediately made a decision. Turning around, he said to Lao Gai, who was leading the team: "Lao Gai, wait for the sound of the grenade outside, and the four of you will immediately withdraw according to the original route." I'm going to break off with the Rusher!"

According to the original plan. If there is a situation where the sticky cannot be shaken off, it is me who responds and breaks it. But now, the craftsman's leg is injured and he can't get out, and he is broken with me. Without the touching and wordy scenes of brotherly love in movies and television, in this case, talking more nonsense is equivalent to a few more chances of waiting for death. The four of them just nodded silently, said take care, and the goblin began to prepare the backpack. Evacuate other things in the desert, you can do without food, especially drinking water, you must be prepared. Because there are no helicopters left to pick them up.

Why are there no helicopters? This sandstorm was not expected in the weather forecast, so the helicopter would definitely fly as planned, and it must have crashed. There is no fluke here, and the planning of such an operation is so strict. What happens happens to what happens.

The craftsman sitting on the ground picked up the grenade, pulled out the safety bolt, and threw it straight into the sky. I saw that the grenade was thrown out of the height of the rock, as if it was refracted by an invisible beat in the air, and flew outward, straight to 200 meters away. This is my imperial method, and I have to use supernatural powers as a last resort at this time. The craftsman's grenade was thrown into the sky like a bullet, and I used the method of the Imperial Weapon to scatter in all directions to the enemy's hidden position outside the encirclement. There were continuous grenade explosions all around, many of which exploded in the air, and the killing radius of the fragments was very wide, and there were almost no hidden dead spots for people on the ground.

Taking advantage of the cover of this series of explosions, Lao Gai and the other four people quickly evacuated according to the predetermined route, and the ambush in the direction of their evacuation had been cleared by me with grenades in advance.

The enemy had no way to pursue under the blows of such an explosion as a retreat. By the time we've used up this box of grenades, Lao Gai and Xiao Xiao should have withdrawn to the mountains. There were still forty or fifty people left around us, and the other side suffered almost half of the casualties, but they still had no intention of giving up. The grenade is gone, and if it is just me and Lao Gai, we will not be opponents at all if we engage in a shootout with them. But they did not shoot, nor did they continue to shrink, and suddenly there was a strange silence in the surrounding battlefield.

In the silence, I heard a man's voice coming from afar, speaking in Chinese: "It's amazing that a few of you were able to kill so many armed men who have been trained in field combat! Why didn't the remaining one escape just now? You should be a cultivator?...... Come out on your own. I can not kill you, I think you are very useful to us. Who is it not a sacrifice to give your life? It is better to make a condition than to die for nothing!"

The man's voice was so clear that he couldn't even hide the sound of the wind and sand. All he knew was that there was a man here, and I glanced down at the Ring Ring on my left hand, this time

It's better to take it with you with the Green Mirror. Peculiarly. I can't hear the source and distance of the voice, it seems that this person is really very good. The craftsman shouted, "Since you opened your mouth to negotiate, tell me who you are?"

The voice came from afar: "It's okay to tell you now. My surname is Fu Ming, and I receive the law number to attract public opinion. He used to be the owner of the Plum Blossom Mountain faction in the cultivation world, but in recent years, he has begun to do big business. If you are interested, you can come over and make money together, or you can stay where you are and wait for death. Although the two of you have some Taoism, you are far from being the opponent below. Even if I don't make a move, I don't believe you'll be able to get out of the Stonehenge and face a dozen snipers. ”

If there are really a dozen snipers and dozens of assault rifles within a radius of 800 meters, and there are even more unfathomable cultivators behind them, then I and the craftsman will die. You can't get out without surrendering. At this time, I saw that the face of the craftsman suddenly changed, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he clenched his teeth tightly. He seemed to have made a big decision, and struggled for a while before he spoke: "As soon as the stone guns go off, wait another half a minute and you'll leave." I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on for long. ”

I took out the Qingying Mirror and said to the craftsman, "It's better for you to go, it should have been me after the break." Later there will be an illusion here, and the illusion will leave in that direction at once. Be careful to hide my illusion from bullets. Time is running out. If the other party makes a move, my spell will not be able to go. ”

The craftsman pointed to his leg: "Someone must stay and die together, it is better to go." Do you think I can run away in this Gobi Desert? This time, we were sold from above. You would send a group like ours. I didn't expect it to be such a formidable opponent, this is simply a military base, and there are also cultivators! If you come to two more groups, the result will be the same, and this mission will make a fatal mistake in judgment, and we are the price of the mistake. ...... One day, I hope you can kill the person who took our people for me. Now you go and get ready to leave, I'm going to do it with all my might!"

With that, he closed his eyes. Sitting there, hands clasped to chest, fingers strangely kinked together. Then he had a very pained look on his face, and he uttered an incomprehensible incantation. I felt that there was a sudden burst of control from this person, so powerful that even I couldn't stop retreating.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely strange scene appeared around the rocky beach on the Gobi, dozens of figures jumped up from the ground, some of these people were missing arms and legs, and some even lost half of their heads. But as long as the joints of the limbs can still move, they will rush to all directions if they run or crawl. Someone still had a gun in his hand, and his fingers pulled the plane, shooting aimlessly forward until the magazine was empty. Shots rang out from all sides, and the snipers and others opened fire, but to no avail. Bullets were fired at these people, often passing through and taking away a large patch of flesh, but these people did not react. They were all militants who had just been killed, and they had manipulated the corpses to carry out an all-out counteroffensive.

The wind and sand did not stop, and I only saw a figure on the opposite side, but I couldn't see the face clearly. Dozens of people suddenly jumped out and rushed in all directions, and the besiegers were also greatly surprised -- the other side was still in ambush! In an instant, gunfire rang out, but no one fell, and those who had already died once would not be killed again. It was only a few tens of seconds, and the corpse manipulated by the craftsman had already rushed in front of the besieger. The gunfire stopped, and some screamed in horror.

When people see their bloody opponents rushing closer, they are actually their comrades who have just been killed in battle! No matter how good people are, many of them are so frightened that they forget to shoot again -- it is useless to shoot. They stopped, but the corpses did not stop and pounced on the nearest living person. The corpse attacked in the most primitive and simple way, pinching with his hands, stepping on his feet, and even biting with his teeth.

Many people didn't have time to react, they were already hugged by the dead corpses, twisted to the ground, and screamed miserably. The others reacted quickly and pulled out the army and stabbed at the corpse to attack, but the knife was plunged into the corpse's chest, and the other party's movements were only paused, and the cold hands still pinched the neck. If someone doesn't notice that they have already died, what is even more terrifying is that the people who have just died will immediately stand up again and become walking corpses attacking their companions - what kind of scene is this? This is the terrifying Demon Shura Hell!

If there is no cultivator among the opponents, we can already turn defeat into victory, and we can leave calmly. This is too weird, too terrifying, too sinister means, and the craftsman will not be willing to use it until the four ordinary people of Lao Chang and the four ordinary people have evacuated, and the two of us are in a desperate situation.

Fu Jie, who was in the distance, had the same reaction as the others when the figure just rushed out—how could there still be an ambush? How could these people not notice! Immediately afterwards, he also saw the five-to-one tragic scene and shouted: "Don't fight and break the joints of the limbs of the corpse." He shouted two more words in two languages I didn't understand.

The family tradition of the craftsman is very different from the orthodox Taoism, to be precise, it is a kind of witchcraft. Even if he was a master of cultivation, he didn't understand what was going on for a while. But after all, the master is the master, and at a glance, he can see that these corpses have been manipulated by people similar to imperial objects, and the key to the counterattack has been broken. Although the body of the broken limbs and joints was still lying on the ground and wriggling, there was no way to break out and hurt people. However, fighting against this kind of "thing", let alone seeing that disgusting and terrible appearance when they stepped forward, many people were already weak in their hands and feet, and they couldn't lift their strength.

At this moment, there was a thud in the chaotic crowd, and a rain of flesh and blood erupted. A corpse was suddenly torn apart by an invisible force—the cultivator behind the crowd had finally struck. Immediately afterward, corpse after corpse burst open, and the sand was littered with stumps, broken arms, shattered entrails, and bones.

The pained look on the faces of the craftsmen in the stone formation in the distance became intense, as if every corpse had been torn apart, and the bitterness on his face became a little worse. Gradually, a trace of blood flowed out of his facial features and seven orifices!