Leng Bing took off the headscarf on his head and said, "I just used Arabic English. We are dressed like Arabs now. If we meet these people again, I can just speak."
"Well, fortunately, Arab women are not allowed to show their faces, so it is relatively easy for you to dress up." Zhao Gangjun said, "My English is not good, so I won't speak."
A night of silence.
The next morning, Zhao Gangjun and others continued on the road.
Not long after he set out on the road this time, Zhao Gangjun met another group of people.
They also entered the desert for Purple Eyes. This group of people is Russian.
Likewise, Leng Bing used his Arabic English to fool all the Russians.
As time goes by, Zhao Gangjun and the others are getting closer and closer to the edge of the desert.
The time went into the afternoon.
Zhao Gangjun and the others finally encountered a problem.
This time I met several Arabs.
Leng Bing talked calmly with the Arabs. One of the Arabs rode a camel and came to Zhao Gangjun, wanting to say something to Zhao Gangjun.
But Zhao Gangjun was not good at English, so naturally he couldn't speak.
This cannot be said, which naturally makes people suspicious.
Exposure is inevitable.
These Arabs were all very powerful, and there were four of them in total. Zhao Gangjun really spent a lot of effort to kill these four Arabs.
It is a pity that the geographical coordinates of Zhao Gangjun were sent out before these four Arabs were killed.
All of a sudden, things got into trouble.
Although Zhao Gangjun left the place quickly with Leng Bing Zi Butterfly, not long after, Zhao Gangjun met another group of people.
Then comes the fight.
After all, Zhao Gangjun was seriously injured and has yet to recover.
Although the other party is not a super powerful person, unfortunately they still have hot weapons.
Although Zhao Gangjun also killed the opponent in the end, Zhao Gangjun was injured again.
As they get closer to the town, Zhao Gangjun and the others encounter more and more resistance.
Many people seemed to have found Zhao Gangjun's location, and they kept coming towards Zhao Gangjun.
This made Zhao Gangjun feel a little tired of coping.
This situation lasted from day to night.
It never stopped.
"You guys go first."
Zi Butterfly, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke.
"Don't talk nonsense."
Zhao Gangjun took out the knife from the body of the person in front of him, then picked up a piece of cloth to wipe the blood on the knife, and said to Zi Butterfly, "I have no habit of giving up on my friends."
Purple Butterfly tilted her head, looked at Zhao Gangjun, and said, "Then we all have to die."
"Damn it, say something auspicious."
Zhao Gangjun patted Zi Butterfly on the head, then his face froze and he coughed violently.
"There is no more medicine."
Leng Bing stood next to Zhao Gangjun and said, "Your body is starting to become weak again. If you can't get to town tomorrow and don't get treatment, your body may have serious sequelae."
"fine."
Zhao Gangjun shook his head and said, "We will definitely be able to get to the town tomorrow."
"Have you ever thought about what will happen if you get to town?" Leng Bing asked.
"We need supplies."
Zhao Gangjun said, "In this desert, there is only one place where supplies can be supplied. No matter who is waiting for us in that place, we need to go there."
Leng Bing fell silent.
"Have a good rest, I'll probably be tired tomorrow." Zhao Gangjun said, leaning against the camel and closing his eyes.
Looking at Zhao Gangjun's tired face, Leng Bing showed a trace of pity on his face, and then sighed.
Purple Butterfly sat on the sand, hugged her knees, tilted her head, and looked at Zhao Gangjun.
The night passed quickly.
Zhao Gangjun and his party continued to go to the small town.
And Zhao Gangjun encountered more and more people who wanted to hunt purple butterflies.
Zhao Gangjun was injured again.
When he pulled the knife out of the enemy in front of him, he finally couldn't hold on and collapsed on the ground.
Eight corpses lay scattered around.
This is an eight-person mercenary team.
They carry thermal weapons.
Zhao Gangjun had two more gunshot wounds on his body.
One shot hit the arm, and the other shot penetrated the flesh under the ribs.
There were no fatal injuries, but Zhao Gangjun lost the strength to continue standing.
The town became unusually lively.
Many people came from all over Egypt.
Because they heard that a purple pupil owner appeared in the desert.
Therefore, the town has been very lively recently.
This afternoon, someone heard that the three people were found more than ten kilometers east of the town.
Almost everyone in the town came out.
"They actually didn't die."
Yang Rui led his men on camels and headed to the east of the town.
"Purple pupils, I really wish I could see them."
Wei Shengjin followed several other leaders and rode on Camel Mountain toward the east of the town.
The whole town was empty.
at this time.
Some people with black hair and yellow skin appeared at the gate of the town.
These people came by car, and there were not many of them, about thirty or so.
These people were led by a man with yellow teeth and quickly bought camels from the camel merchant and entered the desert.
Zhao Gangjun was finally exhausted.
He collapsed beside the camel, sitting coldly next to Zhao Gangjun, trying to stop the bleeding from Zhao Gangjun's wound, while Zi Butterfly stood aside, looking at the waves of people coming towards him not far away.
"Grass."
Zhao Gangjun gritted his teeth and said, "Leng Bing, later you can ride on the camel and run away with Butterfly. If it doesn't work, you two can run separately. If we can survive, one will survive."
Leng Bing said nothing and made no other movements.
The purple butterfly stood there and made no other movements.
"Damn, can you just listen to me for once?" Zhao Gangjun said angrily, "If you run away separately, you may still survive, do you understand?"
"don't know."
Leng Bing shook his head and said, "You have no right to order me."
"I'm a fool, I'm going to die, and you still pretend to be an iceberg goddess with me? Get out of here, if you weren't here, would I be helpless? Do you know that you are in the way? Get away as far as you can!"
Zhao Gangjun roared with a red face.
He smiled disdainfully and said, "If you have the guts to fight with them, we will die together. Are you a man after talking so much?"
Zhao Gangjun looked at Leng Bing in astonishment. After a long time, Zhao Gangjun smiled bitterly and said, "You...you are such a fucking weirdo."
"Each other."
Leng Bing nodded seriously.
Blood flowed from Zhao Gangjun's body.
It flowed down Zhao Gangjun's body to the ground.
The sand is so hot that it instantly evaporates the blood.
Under the scorching sun.
The mottled figures in the distance were like sharks smelling blood. They were coming towards Zhao Gangjun.