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338 Chapter 337 - Group Departure
The highlight of today's Dakar is naturally the group start of motorcycles, so in order to let the audience better see the race, the start is at 10:[-] in the morning, and the longer delay today is to take care of the audience who are sleeping late.

Sports in this era are no longer purely competitive, but 'economic sports'.The biggest problem is of course the TV broadcast fee. The racers can't just start the race at whatever time they want.

Even if there is no today, the earliest departure of Dakar a few days ago is stipulated to start queuing after 8:[-] local time.

The drag of two hours today has little effect on most drivers.

Bu Zelu had never started on the starting line with so many drivers at the same time, and he ran by himself in the previous races.

As for overtaking, it is not impossible, and there are even cases of being overtaken, but there is not much competition between everyone, and they are all running their own time.

Today is the start on a beach, the top ten drivers have lined up, and today's start ceremony is much more beautiful than before.

The start is also equipped with official referees and signal lights, which is similar to the competition in the arena.

This meeting is just a glance from a distance, and the actual situation is not much to see. He is also queuing up at this meeting. Compared with the top ten drivers lined up in a row, their 11th to 31st drivers are just casually Quite a few, there is no such-called order of 20 people together.

In fact, it's just two rows.

10 minutes later, under the notice of the organizer, 20 motorcycles also started to stop on the starting line, ready to start.

The second echelon was much more spectacular than the 10 cars in the first team. As the signal light came on, 20 motorcycles rushed out like wild horses.

The director's camera zoomed out to a wide angle and started shooting at the entire team.

The sand on the beach is less than 200 meters, and there is a corner at the end of the road, and everyone is scrambling to pass the inside line.

'I'm a big Cao! Bu Zelu quickly twisted the handlebar.

At this time, the camera of the accompanying plane did not retract, and the accident at the first corner instantly attracted everyone's attention.

A motorcycle fell over, triggering a chain reaction, and a large area fell directly at the corner.

Bize shoes are also among them, surrounded by motorcycles or people, how to control it, fortunately, all the vehicles are not fast after entering the corner.

They couldn't care about the car at this time, and everyone including Bu Zelu hurriedly stepped aside, waiting for other drivers to pass by before hurriedly looking for their own car to get back on the road.

'I am! Bu Zelu finally found his car, picked up his KTM mount and hurriedly hit the accelerator to catch up with the second echelon that had gone far ahead.

Originally, there was a mission today, plus the 10 minutes between the first echelon, such a delay, Bu Zelu felt that he was going to play a fool.

'MGP, why don't you withdraw, at most you will be punished, exercise will become a daily routine, maybe you can still catch up with the Australian Open? Bu Zelu was thinking of countermeasures while racing his motorcycle furiously.

Today is really too back.

It's not that I haven't crashed my car before, but today it's too late.

After Bu Zelu quickly drove out of the beach, he drove onto the auxiliary road. This is a road parallel to the asphalt pavement. The track here is very rare, but soon the dirt road less than 10 kilometers away disappeared. .

If you look at the mileage of the day's schedule alone, the loop from Copeiapo to Copeiapo can be regarded as a quiet stroll in the desert.

However, it is also possible that this stage with its majestic dunes can largely determine the outcome of a rally.

Bu Zexi, who entered the desert road again, had adjusted the tire pressure before the race. Although it was a dirt road before, he could not drive at full speed. He did not dare to move fast with a flat tire.

If it hurts the hub, even if it is caused by a tire blowout, the loss outweighs the gain.

On the contrary, the speed increased after entering the desert. After all, it is a basic suggestion to deflate the tires to reduce the tire pressure, but it is worth following.

The dust raised in the distance has entered Bu Zelu's sight, which means that after the crash at the beginning, he caught up with the second echelon driver who ran far.

But that was the vanguard of the second echelon, and there were several motorcycles beside him. They should be called the wrecking group, and the distance was not widened much.

'At least 500 meters! Bu Zelu quickly judged after visually observing the dust in the distance.

There are not many special stages today, only 235 kilometers. Although this is the distance on paper, the biggest advantage is that after coming out of the auxiliary road today, there is no timing point.

That is to say, you can move forward according to the direction guided by the road book, or you can play freely.

'Snap of the Fingers - On! 'Bu Zelu quickly started to use his skills, he needs systematic navigation to complete a more convenient track.

After the virtual road sign connection appeared, Bu Zelu took a look at it and continued driving. The route did not change much, and he still kept moving forward.

"Vinya, why are there so few live shots today?" Zaina looked at the TV broadcast curiously.

"The departure ceremony is not over yet." Viniya glanced back at the TV, which was still broadcasting the departure from the beach.

Except for the top ten, all behind are 20 motorcycles. Naturally, the camera can't take care of a few star riders. Bu Zelu appeared on TV just now, but it was only a few seconds.

"I wonder if my brother is injured!" Cha Ruoyu said worriedly.

"Him? That guy is made of iron!" Zaina curled her lips.

After 30 minutes, Bu Zelu had gradually left the small team, and with the ambiguity between his choice of route and the people in the wrecking team around him, they naturally parted ways.

The desert is solitary and straight, and the long river falls into the sun.

Bu Zelu was once again captured by the camera, and this scene was shown in the picture. There were no other knights beside Bu Zelu.

I don't know if he lost his way or for other reasons, but the sand and dust raised by the rear wheels of the motorcycle, combined with the surrounding scenery, has the meaning of wallpaper.

After the camera cut again, it came to the competition of other drivers. After all, Bu Zelu riding a motorcycle alone was not as enjoyable as chasing several other cars not far away from each other.

"Oops!~" Bu Zelu was so angry that he had to drag his motorcycle out of the sand pit because it got stuck in the desert again.

There is no problem with the road sign indicating the route of the magic power, but it is still flawed. It can only show the shortest distance, but it doesn't care about the road section at all.

This thing is not used in the wild at all, it is very different from racing games.

Just like this trap that resembles quicksand, the magical power of the finger does not indicate whether to slow down or accelerate away. After all, there is no corner, so basically the green dotted line extends into the distance.

After pulling out the motorcycle and starting it up again, Bu Zelu gritted his teeth and still activated the magical power of flicking fingers. Now he is completely unable to get off the tiger.

The road book on the front of the car was basically scrapped, and he couldn't tell where he was going now, so he could only rely on the system's navigation to go all the way to the dark, without hitting the south wall and not turning back.

If you're judging the route on the road book now, it's better to just give up the game.

Although today is a 235-kilometer desert stage, it looks like a small number, but in some places, the deep depressions formed by the sand hills will trap drivers who go astray and struggle needlessly.

On a day full of pitfalls, someone will lose a lot of time, but there will be plenty of dune-traversing masters who will do well.

Since Bu Zelu believed in the system navigation, he had no choice but to drive it like this.

An hour later, after Bu Zelu fell into a bunker several times, he finally heard the sound of other engines, which were not far away from him.

Although they could hear the voice, they couldn't see each other at all due to the obstruction of the line of sight by the sand dunes.

This time Bu Zelu finally came to feel that it was too lonely to be alone in the desert before, but now when he heard the movement, it was the voice of hope.

On the one hand, there was no problem with the navigation, on the other hand, Bu Zelu could finally see which team he was catching up with.

Each motorcycle today is different from the previous driver number and grid number, so it is very easy to judge.

'going or not? Bu Zelu hesitated for a moment before firming his judgment.

Don't go.

Because there is no need to waste time going over to see which team the opponent is from. With his current distance, there are only two groups of people in front of him.

The second echelon that did not crash, and the first echelon that started 10 minutes ago.

After firming up his mind, he continued to use the supernatural navigation to move forward. Dakar ran to today. Although Bu Zelu complained about this navigation, he never missed the direction of this thing.

Twenty minutes later, after Bu Zelu crossed a sand dune, his eyes suddenly lit up, and in a short moment, he overtook a motorcycle that had fallen on the sand.

'5th place?Got stuck? Bu Zelu left quickly. He was not so kind as to help others support the car.

Not to mention that he is participating alone, even if he is in a team, he will not help if he meets him on the road.

Be careful to cross a section of sand dunes, and you can faintly hear the roaring engine again behind you, but don't pay attention to the rear at this time, as Bu Zelu has already seen another figure in front of you.

Although he couldn't see who it was, but he was only a sand dune away. The motorcycle had just flipped through it just now, and it happened to be caught by the sharp-eyed Bu Zelu.

'The time is almost up, it should be the end of the stage. After climbing for a while, Bu Zelu stopped at the peak and opened the goggles of his helmet.

Although the distance is a heat wave distorted terrain, but the hissing smell wafts in the air.

'The fishy smell of the sea is almost there! 'Close the goggles again, and use the weight and inertia of the motorcycle to slowly slide down from the top of the dune.

In the middle, Bu Zelu has already started to hit the accelerator, he needs speed.

Even though it is a collective start, all the drivers are still competing for time. The No. 1 in each stage is of no use. At most, I will send you a wreath and a bottle of champagne.

(End of this chapter)