Data Wasteland

South of Baihu City, on a small dirt **** 700 kilometers away, an off-road vehicle was parked.

The body paint is painted with red-based camouflage, and the color blends into the brownish-red land, which is difficult to find if you don't pay attention a few hundred meters away.

There were three scouts in camouflage squatting beside the car, one of them holding a telescope, looking back and forth at the fan-shaped area ahead.

The red wilderness is empty and silent as always, and there are few people, even vultures and wild dogs that do not have many requirements for the living environment, rarely appear here.

However, the expressions of the three scouts at the moment were very nervous, and the solemn atmosphere formed a sharp contrast with the lonely wilderness.

Because they know that the huge threat from the sand sea is approaching!

A younger-looking scout swallowed his saliva. Under the enormous pressure, he finally couldn't bear it any longer, and asked the team leader who was observing the front, "Boss, they said that there are six or seven million sand dogs. is that true?"

"Is it true that the intelligence obtained with the loss of two reconnaissance brigades and thousands of human lives is still fake?"

"That, that..." The young scout shivered nervously, "Then why are we still here?"

"With so many sand dogs, White Tiger City will definitely not be able to hold on!"

The squad leader snorted coldly, put down the binoculars, glanced back with disdain, and then looked at the pistol pinned to his waist, "If you want to be a deserter, I don't mind opening a hole in your head."

The young scout shrank back in fear, avoiding the squad leader's gaze, "I'm just talking, and I don't really want to do anything."

No matter which country or force you are in, escaping from a battle is a serious crime that can be shot, not to mention a red country with a sturdy folklore.

Anyone who wants to be a deserter, let alone an ordinary person, can even despise beggars. It is really more uncomfortable to live than to die.

"Brother, when you come out to be a soldier, don't even think about going back upright." The companion next to him patted the young scout's shoulder, "If you don't think so, life will be difficult." Then he smiled, "Think more. Getting promoted and getting rich, buying a big house, and marrying a few beautiful wives, this is the right way!"

"One wife is enough for me, so what are you looking for?" The young scout was successfully distracted, and the topic became lighter.

"You don't understand..." The companion said mysteriously, "Flying together is more exciting than flying solo."

"Pervert! No, pervert!" the pure-minded young scout scolded.

"The lecher, okay, I'm the lecher!" The companion said excitedly, "Look at our Prime Minister, isn't it also a lecher?"

"How dare you compare yourself to the Prime Minister, you are really thick-skinned!" the young scout said disdainfully.

"Master Prime Minister is a role model for my generation, I am learning from him!" The companion argued.

The two were arguing when the squad leader in front suddenly raised his hand and made a silent gesture.

The surroundings fell silent in an instant, as if the sound of a needle falling to the ground could be heard. The two held their breaths, their eyes crossed the shoulders of the squad leader, and they stared at the empty wilderness ahead.

The atmosphere became heavy and depressing, and after an unknown amount of time, perhaps dozens of seconds, or a few minutes, the horizon became blurred.

It's as if the eyes have been looking for a long time and have an illusion. The boundary between the sky and the ground is no longer a clear line, but a hazy red.

At the same time, a tremor was felt on the ground. Regularly, one after another, as if something were hitting the ground. The fine sand and gravel beat with the rhythm, like bran rice in a sieve.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom..."

As time passed, the tremors became stronger and stronger, as if a behemoth was approaching, and all the internal organs trembled.

"Gudong!"

The Adam's apple wriggled, accompanied by a hard swallowing sound.

Black shadows appeared on the horizon, blurred and distorted. Spread, stretch, advance like a shadow!

"Come, here they come!"

The squad leader made a trembling sound like a dream, and the fear and depression suddenly drowned like a tide.

Just as everyone was immersed in the fear of the unknown, a loud chirping suddenly sounded in the sky.

The three looked up at the same time and saw a falcon plate

Spinning in the sky. Appearing to have spotted them, a chirping alert was issued.

"Oops!"

"The sand dog found us!"

"run!"

The three of them rushed onto the off-road vehicle, turned the key, and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom. The engine roared, the wheels rubbed frantically on the ground, and a large plume of smoke was thrown up.

The body turned around sharply, like an arrow from a string, rushing out.

The ancient desert peoples had the habit of raising falcons, communicating with them through whistles, searching for water sources in the desert, and finding enemies and prey.

At the same time, thousands of meters away, among the flying dust, swift shadows appeared one after another.

On the uneven wasteland, it is like walking on the ground and galloping like the wind.

Looking closely, it was a desert camel running wild. Between those humps sat a brown man wielding a machete.

Desert cavalry, the most conventional combat arms in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, is equivalent to the marines of the Red Army.

In the crowd, a horse came out of the crowd. Clothes and robes are hunting, breaking the wind. Holding a mirrored rifle in both hands, the blue light gradually lights up the barrel.

"Bang!"

With a dull sound, a blue bullet burst out.

In the next instant, a cloud of dirt exploded from the side of the speeding off-road vehicle.

"There are sniper cavalry!" The young scout shouted to the police.

"My grass!" The driving companion stepped on the accelerator desperately, the speed had reached the limit, the engine trembled and roared sharply, but the speed did not increase at all.

"Bang!"

The second bullet followed suit and exploded in front.

"Wow wow wow!"

Driven by fear, the young scout picked up his gun and fired randomly at the rear.

The team leader appeared much calmer, and shot at the falcon hovering in the sky, trying to shoot it down.

The Cang Falcon flew and flew, suddenly stopped for a while, and then fell to the ground.

"Good job!" The squad leader clenched his fist to encourage himself, but after a few seconds, his expression froze.

I saw countless falcons flying down from the clouds, and their high-pitched calls resounded through the sky.

"My God..." The squad leader's eyes widened and he forgot to shoot for a while.

Immediately afterwards, a large number of camel cavalrymen appeared in the field of vision, rushing towards this side overwhelmingly.

"Quick, get out of here!" The young scout was so frightened that he shouted to his companions who were driving.

"The car is reaching its limit!" The driver yelled without turning back.

Since the cataclysm, the psionic awakening, human beings are not the only creatures that have evolved, many native species have also become more powerful.

For example, desert camels are one of them. Under the influence of psionic energy, they are stronger, stronger, and more resistant to drought, and their running speed is also greatly improved. In wasteland terrain, it is on par with off-road vehicles.

Sand people prefer traditional camels to vehicles that tend to get stuck in the sand.

"Bang!"

With the violent sound, the rear of the off-road vehicle bounced up suddenly, and then fell heavily.

The tire on one side blew out and the body leaned badly. The driver turned the steering wheel desperately, and the wheel of the car dragged a long car mark on the ground, which was enough to avoid the end of the car overturning.

"It's over, it's over, we're done..." the driver muttered, feeling a little nervous.

After just a few seconds, there was another loud noise, and the tire on the other side was also shot by the rifle.

The wheels of the car were dragging the ground, making a screeching noise. The speed was getting slower and slower, and the camel cavalry in the rear swarmed up and surrounded the vehicles.

The three scouts in the car showed despair as they looked at the enemy troops who were eyeing them all around.

The squad leader gritted his teeth, yelled "Long live Tezera!", picked up his assault rifle and shot frantically at the enemy.

A gunshot rang out, and a blue peripheral light came out from the back of his head, and the squad leader fell back with wide eyes.

The two remaining scouts, terrified, threw their weapons and raised their hands in surrender. The camel cavalry swarmed up and knocked the two to the ground.

Not long after, the two were brought to the side of a strong man who looked like a general.

The strong man is more than two meters tall, standing like an iron tower. A white cloth towel is wrapped around the head, very traditional sand people dress, the upper body is naked/naked, revealing the maroon oily muscle mass, and the extremely hideous scars that crawl all over the chest and abdomen like a centipede.

The ferocious aura rushed towards the face, and the two scouts trembled involuntarily, as if they were not humans, but a wild beast.

"Me!" The strong man pointed at himself with his thumb, "The Scorpion King, Ashdoro!"

The sound was like a bell, and it shook people's eardrums. The huge coercion rushed forward, making people tremble with fear, and their souls were scattered.

"Ah, ah, ah!"

One of the scouts was so startled that he scrawled backwards and fled.

But when the strong man stretched out his hand, he somehow grabbed the scout's head, lifted it up, clenched his other hand into a fist, and punched it out!

I only heard a pop, and the fist ran through the body with the internal organs, and then the arm tightened, and the head was squeezed into a meat sauce with a slap.

The blood of the scout splattered the whole body of the strong man, like a bloodthirsty devil.

The young scout was so frightened that he sat on the ground, his trousers were wet, and he was scared to pee.

The strong man stared into each other's eyes, stretched out his hand, pointed in the direction of White Tiger City, and said solemnly, "Go back and tell them!"

"we are coming!"

Then he turned around and instructed his men, "Give him a camel and let him go back and spread the word."

Soon, the scared young scout with a nervous breakdown and demented eyes was strapped to a camel, whipped with a whip, and the camel neighed and ran north.

At about the same time, Chen Xing's motorcade finally drove out of White Tiger City after a day and night of congestion.

On the emergency passages on both sides of the highway, a large number of soldiers walked back.

Vehicles along the way opened their windows one after another, cheered at the retrograde crowd, and threw all kinds of snacks, drinks, bread and biscuits at them.

From the soldiers' combat uniforms, it is easy to distinguish the logo of the National Protectorate Army. They were all former Protectorate soldiers who had voluntarily returned to the battlefield after hearing the news of the Saudi invasion on the radio.

Seeing such a picture, Chen Xing's face was a little complicated. Because the Protectorate Army was the one who ordered the disbandment.

He couldn't help but wonder if his decision was right?

Maybe he is unworthy of virtue, like a schoolboy with a pistol. Any decision without a mature mind and lack of social awareness is dangerous.

No, he is right!

Another voice resounded in their minds, they betrayed their oath and participated in the palace rebellion, and disbanding them was the only option.

He shook his head vigorously, clearing the complicated thoughts out of his mind.

When people are irritable, they want to find something to divert their attention, so he asks Xiao Yang, who is driving, to turn on the radio.

It's good to listen to the news, otherwise you don't know what the recent situation has become.

"Old, boss..."

Xiao Yang didn't turn on the radio, his face was tangled, and he looked like he was constipated. He couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time.

"What are you doing?" Under Chen Xing's gaze, Xiao Yang timidly turned on the radio.

After a rustling, the announcer's voice came out.

"Longhe Radio, is broadcasting the noon news..."

"According to the latest opinion poll, 80% of the people believe that the former Prime Minister Chen Xing's dismissal of the National Protectorate Army was an extremely wrong decision!"

"70% of the people believe that Chen Xing should be responsible for the Saudi invasion!"

"Several senior current affairs commentators jointly declared that Chen Xing should take full responsibility for the chaotic situation in Longxiaohe!"

"There are civil groups calling for the former Prime Minister Chen Xing to commit suicide to apologize..."

"Damn it!" Chen Xing couldn't bear it any longer, he yelled and smashed the radio with one kick.

Now that he is a soft persimmon, anyone would dare to pinch him. It was the group of women who caused the infighting, but let him take the blame. The reason is very simple. Those women are all powerful and powerful, and the news media dare not offend them at all.

He is out of power now, and he is alone. Who else will he step on if he doesn't step on him? All the stinky fish and rotten shrimp were dumped on his head, almost turning him into a trash can.