There was a hint of tension and uneasiness in the silence.
Dozens of people were lying on the sand dunes, not knowing whether they were asleep or in a state of sleep, listening to the movements around them.
At this time, someone suddenly stood up and shouted: "Who?!"
Hurrah!
Dozens of people all stood up and stared wide-eyed.
quiet!
Feng'er held her butt and fled into the distance.
Not a trace of movement was left.
After a while, someone asked: "Who shouted?"
A curly-haired man muttered: "There seemed to be footsteps just now."
"Where?" someone asked.
"There," the curly-haired man pointed to a place under the sand dunes.
Whoosh!
Everyone looked at the direction pointed by the curly-haired man, and then there was a burst of noise.
"There's nothing."
"Are you sleepy?"
"Is this a dream?"
"It scares people to death."
"That's right, I didn't fall asleep just now, and I didn't hear anything."
"Go to sleep, go to sleep."
"Be quiet."
"By the way, who was on duty just now? Where are the people?"
Click!
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then looked at each other.
It was at this time.
boom!
Dust rises below the dunes.
Countless figures jumped up from the ground and rushed upward.
Everyone in the sand dune was in chaos, and then someone shouted, and then they all rushed down.
Suddenly, the sound of fierce fighting and shouting resounded through the desert night.
…
A sand dune somewhere.
The tall, fat man looked at the people behind him excitedly: "Brothers, our opportunity has come."
Someone asked: "What does it have to do with us when others fight?"
"Chaos, do you understand?" The tall, fat man spat in all directions, "Only in chaos can we, the disadvantaged groups, have a chance to survive."
Wow!
There was a commotion in the crowd.
"Tell me, where is our opportunity?"
"Should I hide?"
"It's not okay to hide. It's best to stay away to avoid burning yourself in the flames of war."
…
"Everyone, please be patient," the tall, fat man smiled and wiped the corner of his mouth, "When an opportunity appears in front of you, seize it, it is an opportunity. If you fail to seize it, it may be the beginning of disaster, so we must be careful.
Be careful."
Someone asked: "Then what do you think we should do?"
"Of course it's what I said before," the tall, fat man raised his head, "Be still and observe first before talking."
It was at this time.
Suddenly someone pointed in the distance and said: "No! Someone is coming towards us!"
"It's Team 2," another person exclaimed, "What to do?! What to do?!"
Wow!
The place was in chaos.
"The other party has hundreds of people at least... No, at least 200 people. There are only 29 of us. We can't handle it at all!"
"Run away quickly! Otherwise, it will be too late!"
"Where to run away? Where to run away?"
"Look over there, is it Team 1?"
"Where? Where?"
"Yes, yes, there is a red finger on that dune."
"Let's go, let's go and meet up."
…
In the midst of the chaos, before the tall, fat man with a panicked face could say anything, he saw that everyone was already rushing towards the sand dune in the distance with a red luminous finger shaking.
At the same time, the crowd of people on the other side, with two red fingers flashing, had already rumbled closer to a position less than a hundred meters away. The tall and fat man's face changed, and he immediately turned around and followed the crowd on the sand dune to flee into the distance.
A sand dune with a red finger waving.
…
A sand dune somewhere.
The slim woman frowned slightly and looked into the distance, then suddenly turned her head to look to the other side, then turned around and looked at the sand dunes further away.
"It's already in chaos," the white-haired old man sighed, "I hope we won't become the target of public criticism."
"One move can affect the whole body," the stout man said. "In the current environment, the only way to stay safe is to stay out of it."
"The trees want to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop." The white-haired old man shook his head, "Where we are... the wind will blow here sooner or later."
"In this case," the graceful woman said urgently, "then we might as well take the initiative."
"What are you taking the initiative for?" The white-haired old man frowned, "You are seeking death on your own initiative? Or you are seeking death on your own initiative?"
"It's better than sitting back and waiting for death, right?" The stout man looked at the white-haired old man, "You just said that the wind will hit us sooner or later."
"Yes," the white-haired old man nodded, "but what I said is that sooner or later it will hit here."
"Is it different?" The graceful woman's face turned red, "What's the difference?"
"Sooner or later, I mean sooner or later, not now. In other words, it's still safe now," the white-haired old man glanced at the graceful woman, "and rushing to a distant place when the situation is unclear is like flying a moth to a flame, or
If Mingzhu secretly commits suicide, he is naturally seeking death or sending himself to death. I mean...is there anything wrong with that?"
"Then what do you think we should do?" the stout man asked.
"Wait for the opportunity and form an alliance," the white-haired old man murmured. "This is not about waiting for death, but about assessing the situation. Only when we understand the situation can we make the best choice."
At this moment, the stout man suddenly said: "No need, someone has already made the choice for us."
At the same time, the slender woman and the white-haired old man subconsciously looked into the distance, and saw countless figures rumbling towards them from that direction.
…
A sand dune somewhere.
A straw was sticking out of the sand for about half a finger, moving quickly.
Soon it came to a stop near another straw that was also about half a finger above the sand.
Then, a big hand stretched out from under the first straw and gently moved the second straw.
As a result, the fine sand surged and fell, revealing Ye Chong's face.
At the same time, the first straw suddenly disappeared, and the head of the big man two meters away popped out from under the fine sand.
"What are you doing in a panic?" Ye Chong frowned.
"It's a mess outside," the big man said anxiously two meters away, "but you slept peacefully."
"Is the sky in chaos?" Ye Chong raised his head and looked up.
"The sky is not in chaos, but it is already in chaos," said the big man two meters away, "Can't you hear the shouting of killing?"
"I can hear you, but is there any problem with this?" Ye Chong frowned, "The sky is not in chaos, but you are adding to it."
"Maybe someone will break into our place soon." said the big man two meters away.
"Maybe no one comes to our place." Ye Chong said calmly, "So, what are you worried about?"
"We're not afraid of ten thousand, we're just afraid of the worst," the big man two meters away continued, "What if someone really comes to our place?"
"Either cold or hot." Ye Chong said expressionlessly.
"What do you mean?" The big man two meters away was confused, "You...your attitude...As a warrior, you should let go of the past, right?!"
"You are thinking too much." Ye Chong said calmly, "The so-called cold mix means that if the visitor is from the 1st team, then he is our ally and chooses to treat it coldly; the so-called hot mix means that if the visitor is from the 2nd team, he will be our ally.
Command the team, that is our enemy, choose heat treatment, which is to kill.
So, do you think I have nothing to do by asking everyone to practice hibernating and moving under the sand?"
"Yes." The big man's eyes lit up two meters away, "Haha, I understand."
"Then what are you waiting for?" Ye Chong frowned.
"Haha, okay, haha." The big man two meters away touched his head, and then his body sank down, disappearing into the fine sand.