There were more than a thousand troops moving slowly in the waist-high dense grass.
At the outermost periphery were heavily armed soldiers scattered around, wearing gray and green camouflage uniforms, various submachine guns, grenades, daggers, bullets and other auxiliary weapons hanging all over their bodies, and wearing thermal glasses on their faces.
, carrying a heavy package on his back.
They are all advanced equipment and standard special forces configuration.
It seems to be idle and messy, but in fact it maintains a specific formation, closely guarding the troops inside, and at the same time staring at the surrounding and distant areas, with an expression full of vigilance!
They were closely guarding more than 400 melee troops, dressed in black uniforms and purple cloaks, holding knives, guns, forks and hammers.
His eyes are like a torch, sharp and sharp; his expression is solemn and cold.
The troops moved forward slowly, without anyone making a sound. They held weapons and cloaks, looking straight ahead. There was only the rustle of grass in the air, and the air was filled with a cold and murderous aura, and an oppressive aura.
The Saint Mercenary Group, the Saint Mercenary Group came all the way following the tracking device!
Among them, there are more than 400 members of the Imperial Soul Team and more than 700 armed mercenaries.
They are all the most elite troops under Yuwen Huangxue! Two months ago, five hundred imperial souls and one thousand three hundred armed mercenaries entered the no-man's land of Outer Mongolia. They were full of confidence and powerful, and they believed that they could sweep across the entire country.
In no man's land, in the vast desert of Africa, they are the black royal family that everyone fears. Now in this foreign land, they can still hold high the banner of 'emperor'.
However, things are far from simple as imagined!
In just two months, after five bloody battles, 760 members of the tribe were killed!
This is more than what is lost on the African battlefield in one year!
They are all the most elite beings! They are the sharp-sword troops of the Saint Mercenary Group who guard the house! Unfortunately, they were buried in a foreign country and turned into lonely souls in the endless wasteland.
Especially the unexpected attack five days ago, the strong impact of the two forces, caused painful trauma to the Emperor Soul and the mercenaries. Koric, who had been traversing the African desert for several years, gave the order to "escape" for the first time.
After receiving the order, he forcibly gathered his troops and fled all the way. In the process of escaping, they dispersed the cold weapon battlefield, which brought a tragic end to the tragic battle that night.
The escape lasted all day, and it was not until the evening of the next day that they managed to stabilize their position. But looking at the miserable appearance of the troops, Yuwen Huangxue, who had always been indifferent, for the first time... his face darkened!!
They were surprised by the sudden appearance of the two major forces and doubted the whole story. Later, they learned about Zhu Li's disappearance. They thought he died on the battlefield that night, but through the satellite positioning system, they unexpectedly discovered that Zhu Li was missing.
The marker was moving south, and then... the signal disappeared!!
The strange phenomenon aroused Gao Sen's vigilance. The troops should have taken a break for training, but he strongly suggested... tracking!! and Yuwen Huangxue agreed.
Locking on the direction where the signal disappeared, more than a thousand troops set off overnight. After four days of long journey, with occasional rest and sometimes rapid march, they finally approached the direction where the signal disappeared today.
"The location where the signal flashed for the last time was around here." As the front troops waved, the slowly advancing troops gradually stopped. The tall and handsome Koric, who is of Russian descent, returned to Yuwen Huangxue.
"This should be close to the edge of the no-man's land." Gao Sen roughly calculated the direction and looked up into the distance.
The wilderness is vast and boundless, as if you are in the depths of the green ocean. Occasionally, a strong wind will blow, and waves of green waves will roll. There are no markers or any human figures. It seems that the blue waves are rippling and full of vitality, but
It felt desolate and cold. If it weren't for the help of the compass, they might even have lost their way and been lost in this vast no-man's land.
"It's still fifty-seven miles, or about twenty-eight kilometers, from the southernmost edge." Coric replied.
"The signal disappeared in front?"
"The last flash of light was right under our feet, and then it completely disappeared."
"Disperse the troops and search forward!!" Gao Sen's eyes were filled with coldness. Why did Zhu Li move to the south inexplicably? Why could the Blood Angel find the Saint Clan's camp? Gao Sen didn't want to doubt anyone, but when the two are connected,
But he couldn't help but stay silent and ignore it.
"Slow down!" Koric stopped the Imperial Soul Team that was starting to move. Before anyone could ask, he said, "There's something weird in the area ahead."
"What's weird?"
"The signal is interfered with! The deeper you go, the more obvious it becomes. About one kilometer away, it can affect wireless intercoms. About two kilometers away, all electronic equipment becomes chaotic."
"Huh?" Gao Sen and others all frowned.
"Magnetic field interference can be eliminated." Koric turned around and looked forward, and said in a deep voice: "It should be a signal interference device, a man-made setup! If I guess correctly, there should be such setups in the area ahead, and the number will be about
There are many, many.”
"you mean……"
"I don't mean anything." Koric's Chinese was not fluent and he could barely understand it. He had some vague idea, but he was not sure.
Man-made? A lot?
Is this guarding against something? Or protecting something?
Gao Sen's eyes turned slightly, and he suddenly stepped on the ground, jumped on the shoulder of the tall Emperor Soul member next to him, picked up the binoculars and looked into the distance. The others pondered for a while, and also found a slightly larger man one after another, and jumped directly on their shoulders.
Pick up the telescope and look far away.
"No need to look, you can't see anything. Just wait here, I will take some people to go deeper. It will take up to three hours. If you don't gain anything, come back immediately." Koric picked up the machine gun and prepared to leave.
"No need, keep going in!!" Deep in the crowd, Yuwen Huangxue, who had been silent for five days, finally spoke.
The Imperial Soul members around him immediately stepped to the side, made way for a passage, nodded slightly, and bowed in salute: "Clan Chief!!"
"Dicheng once set up a base outside the territory. As a training camp for the eight tribes, the most likely place is no-man's land. If my guess is not wrong, this place... should be!!" Yuwen Huangxue walked forward slowly, concentrating.
Look into the distance.
Wrapped in a green shirt, with his sleeves tucked behind him, he has an elegant demeanor, a handsome face, and a calm demeanor, just like a wise bachelor in ancient times. Still the same calm and measured, still the same unfathomable, the only difference is the words on the green shirt
A little bit of blood.
So dazzling!
"Tianmen? Extraterritorial base? Here? Outer Mongolia?" Ke Ruiqi was slightly surprised. Can a base be built in such an inaccessible no-man's land? Where did Dicheng make the wrong connection? There is no stone, no wood, no food, no electricity.
, how can a base be built without water? How can the people inside survive?
"Outer Mongolia?" Gao Sen slowly put down the telescope, frowned and pondered. He did know that there was a secret special training base in Tianmen, dedicated to the eight troops directly under Di Cheng, but he never thought it was here.
"Continue to go deeper!" Yuwen Huangxue was not too sure, but at that moment, he suddenly thought of this.
"Tianmen has a base in the no-man's land? Hey, it's more interesting than Zhu Li's disappearance." Lang Zixu laughed secretly, stepped forward with his front foot, and jumped straight off the shoulders of the Emperor Soul team members.
Everyone jumped off the shoulders of the Imperial Soul team members one after another and prepared to move forward, but suddenly they found that the enchanting girl in scantily clad clothes was still standing on top, slowly turning the focus of the telescope, the corners of her rosy mouth slightly raised, as if with a smile.
Smile.
"Yuyan, come down! It's time for us to leave." Gao Sen reminded.
"Wait a minute, there's a handsome guy over there."
"Handsome guy?" Everyone raised their eyebrows slightly.
Yu Yan clicked her tongue twice and looked at him enthusiastically: "How handsome."
Everyone looked at each other, exchanging doubtful glances, and the next moment they all jumped up at the same time, jumping onto the shoulders of the Imperial Soul team member next to them, raising their binoculars and looking intently.
Searching slowly and turning patiently, after a while, all the telescopes stopped one after another and focused in one direction.
On the parallel line where the sky and the earth meet, there is a large group of cavalry galloping at the moment. A rough estimate is that the number is about five hundred. The handsome boy Yu Yan is talking about should be the fair and tender boy at the front of the team. The specific appearance is not yet clear.
, but her white clothes, long flowing hair, and small figure couldn't help but attract everyone's attention.
If Yuyan hadn't said "handsome guy" a second ago, they might have thought of it as... "beauty".
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