Qinghai dark clouds cover the snow-capped mountains, and the isolated city looks into the distance at Yumenguan; the yellow sand wears golden armor for a hundred battles, and Loulan will not be returned until it is destroyed. This is a poem from Wang Changling's seven marches. Thousands of years have passed, and the former Loulan Kingdom has been lost in the long river of history.
, this ancient country now only has weathered ruins standing alone in the desert Gobi.
Ancient Loulan, a civilized country that disappeared overnight, the ancient city of more than 100,000 square meters has now become a sad lament in the desert. Some people say that here at night, you can hear the cries of the souls wandering around the ancient city. Some people say that it is
The sound of the desert wind passing through the gaps in the city wall.
No one knows the exact reason for the death of Ancient Loulan overnight. In the end, it was attributed to a myth. There are also many experts and scholars who are too busy to make various analyzes and guesses. There are different opinions, such as war theory, environmental destruction theory, plague theory, and alien creatures.
Invasion theory...everyone has their own opinion. In short, the disappearance of Loulan is a mystery. The most indispensable thing in this world is mouth. If the egg hits the bench, everyone will be happy if it makes sense.
There are many ruins in ancient Loulan, which have attracted many thieves under the guise of exploration since ancient times. The bear from Belarus came, dug up a pile of ancient relics and returned home with a full load, and proudly pointed out that the map here was wrong. Then the Swedish one,
The Delian people, the old Americans, the island countries, all kinds of shameless people came under the guise of digging graves. In the end, it was like hunting in the mountains. They all got something, leaving only holes and holes in the sky, and the explorers left their mark.
It was quickly buried by the wind and sand, and of course there were many bones.
There is no way to verify how many ancient cities are hidden in this vast desert. After all, it is still a mystery. Since there is no way to completely solve it, the best way is to guard it. There are garrisons on the border, and there is also a special construction corps here. There is a despised one.
Himmler, the leader of the SS, left a passage: In this sacred desert, there are not only legends, but also infinite power, the power to conquer everything. Perhaps, it hides the axis of the earth. Who can
Find it and conquer everything.
The theory of the axis of the earth, the theory of immortal soldiers, and the theory of the nobility of the ancient Aryan nation. These are some of the theories left by Himmler, the leader of the SS. He once sent several large expedition teams to this desert to search frantically.
, what they finally found became a mystery again.
This forbidden area of life has become the focus of great attention from all countries. As long as there is a slight change here, it will trigger a series of domino effects. Everyone will get a share of the pie at all costs. With the emergence of the ruins of Ancient City No. 6, this silent desert
It became lively again, and it felt a bit like a rare treasure shining brightly.
Ancient City No. 6 is silent in the dark night. The oasis surrounding it has stopped expanding. Every blade of grass seems to have some magical tacit understanding and no longer sways. The wind blows low but silently. It should not be quiet anymore.
It added a bit of a weird atmosphere.
Tuo Tuo Tuo - bursts of weird engine sounds broke the tranquility of the oasis. A row of Tuo Tuo Tuo vehicles appeared in the north of the ancient city. They ran very fast and made the Tuo Tuo Tuo sound. There were about ten specially modified crawler vehicles.
This kind of car is most suitable for driving in the desert. The wheel bearing area is large and it is not easy to sink into the sand. I wonder which country is secretly visiting the expedition team?
More than a dozen tracked vehicles parked in a row at the edge of the oasis. Four men and one woman jumped out of the two cars in the middle. They were wearing Qing Yishui's tight-fitting jumpsuit. Except for the head and face, even the sleeves and gloves were nothing like clothing.
The four colors connected together are black and one pink, and they are all yellow people.
The woman in the pink outfit has very long black hair and very delicate features. She looks to be about thirty years old. The most eye-catching thing is the knife handle protruding from her right shoulder and the knife on her left breast.
With the black dragon logo embroidered on her face, she looked at the ruins of the ancient city in the distance, her brows slightly furrowed, as if she was thinking about something, and her left hand naturally stretched out towards the man beside her.
The man quickly took out a night vision binocular from his backpack and handed it over, then stood next to the woman with a sullen face, as if he was waiting for orders at any time.
The woman raised the telescope in her hand and began to observe the ancient city. With this thing, she could indeed see more clearly. She could even see several gray-black monitor lizards hidden on the grass inside and outside the ancient city. They seemed not to know that anyone was coming.
, still lying on the grass to rest. In this Luzhou Mountain, they are animals at the top of the food chain.
While the woman was observing the surroundings of the ancient city with a telescope, she was talking to the men in black beside her in a chirping language. These people spoke stick language, and the tone was like the grunting made when someone is holding in their shit and can't poop out.
of.
"Miss Zhihui, do you think we should use sonic bombs to clear out the dangerous creatures here first, so that it will be safer to enter the ancient city." A man with curly hair reached to his waist, unbuttoned a vertical waist bag buckle, and clasped it with his fingers
Above the two dark cylindrical objects, this thing looks like a smoke bomb, but it is a completely different type.
The straight-haired woman who was called Miss Chihui shook her head and lowered her voice and said: "A few ugly big lizards are not worth using sonic bombs, just use bullets." After saying that, he put down the telescope in his hand and stretched out his hand to look at the other one.
The young man with split hair made a sign of eight figures and pointed his finger in the direction of the ancient city.
The young man nodded knowingly, turned around and walked to the back of the tracked vehicle. He opened the rear cover and leaned forward to take out an American sniper rifle. This was a special M107 anti-material sniper rifle. This kind of gun is better than the Barley
There are three more special sniper rifles, they are smaller, the muzzle flash is smaller, the noise is smaller, the muzzle shock wave is smaller, but the power is the same. If a bullet hits a person's waist and eye, it can instantly cut it like a cutting machine.
A man was cut into two pieces, and it was easy to shoot a few big lizards.
The young man held the gun with one hand, closed the hood of the car with the other hand, kicked off the ground and jumped directly onto the wide roof of the car. He set up the gun, threw himself down, and took aim. The three actions were consecutive and rapid, without any lag in between.
, the moment his eyes were placed on the night vision gun sight, his whole body suddenly became silent. At first glance, he looked like a well-trained gunman.
Puff! Puff! One is long and two is short. The gun body does not move at all. After another two seconds of pause, the finger holding the trigger decisively retracts. Puff! Puff! Real top gunners have their own unique shooting frequency, and they know how to adjust it.
Every inch of muscle on the arm is in perfect harmony with the gun. The sniper rifle is the undisputed king of assassination. Its power can only be fully exerted in the hands of those who know how to use the gun. The real king of assassination is still the person who uses the gun.
The dull gunfire followed a specific rhythm, as if commanding the big lizards dormant around the ancient city to dance a dance of death. With every gunshot, a lizard would jump up due to the huge impact of the bullet...