Chapter 605 Desert Pursuit

Dust mixed with the yellow sand on the Gobi desert danced in the air. They covered the sky and the sun, as if they were a dark cloud on this desolate land. However, this cloud did not bring any shade, rain or anything similar. It will only bring heat and a suffocating feeling when it hits your face.

Therefore, the front sight closed the window. The glass window could hardly be called complete. Several missing corners were patched up with iron sheets. There were also several bullet holes that had not been repaired. It looked like, It's the latest addition.

But at least, the window can block the wind and sand outside, allowing him to see the road ahead clearly. But in fact, this is a lie, because there is no road here at all.

He sat on the rickety driving chair, holding the steering wheel in front of him, driving the truck in the Gobi Desert under the scorching sun. The technician said that the sun here had gradually set, but this did not happen. Let the weather cool down a bit.

The hunter stood up from the passenger seat. He grabbed the armrest above his head and reluctantly got up from the shaking car. The helmet on his head hit the roof and door of the car. It faithfully protected its owner's head. , after all, this truck has no real vertical stabilization device.

This is a truck that the locals have pieced together using parts ripped from who knows where and what car. According to the echo, this truck is enough to make any Mechanicus priest angry. .

But they needed this car, and this was the only one that was huge enough for everyone to get on and drive on this desolate land. After getting in the car, they took turns driving. It cost a lot of money to drive this shabby truck. It only requires a little effort, its steering wheel turns like a mill, and the accelerator and gear knobs even need to be hit with the butt of a gun to move.

The first one to drive was the hunter. Now he has rotated through a group of laps and is already driving. The hunter has been resting on the side. The hot weather and dry air made the driving experience particularly tiring, but now, he has rested. OK, but not ready to take over driving the truck.

The hunter slipped sideways between the seats. He opened the small door between the rear seats and got in from there. The technician turned around and saw the hunter coming in. The two nodded to each other, and the hunter immediately came to the room. In the small cabin, he leaned against the wall and squatted beside the sofa bed.

This is a bed made of seats. It is not big, but it is enough for one person to lie down on it. It seems that it was once used for practical purposes, but now, it is Ye Ta who is lying on it.

They moved her in, and the spike in her abdomen was not pulled out carelessly according to the technician's advice. This prevented her from dying from massive bleeding or wound infection, but it also made it impossible for her to wear the protective armor. Facing the hot summer, it is also important to maintain moisture and body temperature, so she was carried in by several people.

"How is she?" the hunter asked the technician. He was here to take care of the commander. A trace of pain appeared on the latter's face. She gritted her teeth and breathed rapidly, and from time to time she would speak some language they did not understand.

"The situation gradually stabilized, at least temporarily. I adjusted the liquid additive of the blocker to extend the filtration time in the blood vessels, but this is only a temporary measure, and we must find a solution as soon as possible."

The technician said, and used the scanner to check the location of the wound again. The purple blood vessels were beating there, expanding and flashing. The hunter looked at the blood vessels, showing a trace of uneasiness. He had seen too many After such an infection of Chaos, many of his comrades-in-arms ultimately needed him to deliver the Emperor's mercy to them.

The hunter doesn't want to do it again, but if necessary, he will do it. It is also lucky for the commander. Compared with being infected by Chaos and turning into those ugly things, death is a kind of relief.

"Does her method really work?" The hunter looked at the local girl here. She was also here, sitting on the ground next to the sofa. There was a blanket there. When the hunter looked over, she shyly blocked herself. s face.

"I think we have no choice. To save the commander, we have no choice but to do this." The technician said and prepared another injection, which was filled with some kind of potion. The hunter looked at the bubbling liquid in it, and then He glanced at the painful commander beside him.

"Hunter, we have a new friend here." The voice of the sight sounded outside, and the hunter turned around. After a moment of silence, he heard the roar of the engine coming from outside. He turned around and pressed the technician's shoulder. , "Take care of Commander, no matter what happens outside, stay here."

"Understood, good luck to you, brother." The technician nodded to the hunter, and after watching him leave, handed a leather rope bandage to the slave girl beside him, "Help me tighten her arm."

The hunter got out of the cab, and he came to the front sight with his head buried two or three times. He leaned out from behind the front sight and looked towards the back of the truck. Soon, he saw the pursuing enemies. They were local The marauders, those pale war gangs.

They drove chariots running on the desert, with rolling yellow sand flying in the sky behind them. Around the chariots, on the roofs, inside the vehicles, and on the doors, the barbarians were holding long and short weapons, machetes, and spears. , cut-barreled shotguns, long-barreled assault rifles, revolvers and other weapons.

They kept waving those things, and burst out a piece of local rough language from their mouths. Even if the hunter didn't understand, he knew it was probably not a good word. If they caught up, it would be even worse.

"I'll drive, crosshairs, go up." The hunter ordered, approaching the driver's seat, and Crosshairs got up smoothly, grabbed his sniper rifle belt from the co-pilot seat next to him, threw it on his back, opened the car door and grabbed the edge of the roof above, and climbed up in the strong wind.

"Guys, someone is coming, the order is simple, let them stay as far away from us as possible." "Understood." The voice of the Destroyer came in the headset, and then it was replaced by a roar of bullets, and the rapid artillery fire whistled to the back, and suddenly a tank that rushed to the front was instantly blown up.

It rolled forward, raising a large cloud of dust at the end that flew in the air, and then fell forward to the ground. Afterwards, more chariots rushed from the left and right sides. The war tribes on the roofs raised their weapons and fired at the direction of the trucks. The chaotic bullets turned into a rainstorm without aiming.

The armored body of the truck was hit and clanged. The slaves in the carriage screamed in fear. Among them, Huiying rushed over. He grabbed the person who was blocking the way and pushed him aside. He leaned against the hollow window between the carriages. He leaned out, raised his pistol and shot the chariot driver outside the car. His head exploded into a watermelon in an instant. The chariot also lost its balance and rushed to the sand on the side and fell there.

Before that, a war boy holding a machete stepped on the car door. He sprayed his mouth with silver paint with a spray, and then jumped over with fanatical courage. Echo raised his pistol and aimed at the leaping enemy, and he was shot in the head in mid-air. It was not Echo's gun.

The latter looked up and saw the crosshairs squatting on the roof of the car. He pulled the bolt of the sniper rifle in his hand, and then raised the muzzle to aim at the chasing enemy behind him and fired another shot. The laser bullet accurately hit a man carrying a rocket launcher. His head fell back, and the rocket on his shoulder shot into the air, flying straight towards the dazzling sun.

The rocket fell down soon after, hitting the convoy and exploding into a cloud of dust. The tanks behind him bypassed and sprinted towards the truck. The faster predator tanks rushed out from around the larger war trucks and approached faster.

On both sides of the truck, the barrage of backward shooting continued from the front to the back, and the enemy was also firing forward. Echo's armor was clanging and a large area of ​​sparks burst out. He hid in the car body, replaced the new magazine for the pistol, and raised his head. Just in time, he saw a chariot turning from a distance and rushing to the side of the car body.

In that car, the war boy raised the cut-barrel shotgun in his hand and aimed it at the car body. The crosshairs were startled, and the slaves behind him screamed one after another, but in a flash, a thunderous gunshot exploded in the car body. The deafening gunshots made even the crosshairs wearing a helmet feel a tinnitus.

The enemy in the car exploded in an instant. Not only that, the chariot behind him exploded and caught fire directly. The entire car body was torn into two sections and fell on the sand and turned into a rolling wreckage. The crosshairs looked back and saw Yarick standing behind him, holding a smoking grenade gun in his hand.

The political commissar glanced at the crosshairs, then turned around, raised the muzzle of the gun and blew up another tank from the window on the other side. The grenade launcher in his hand was very powerful, "Stand up and fight back."

He gave a brief command, pointing to the window in front of the crosshairs. The latter was stunned for a moment and then immediately reacted. He stood up and fired continuously with his pistol. The laser beam hit a motorcycle driver who rushed from behind. He fell to the side, and the motorcycle also tripped over another motorcycle behind him. The two vehicles collided, rolled, and exploded on the ground.

The war boys on motorcycles roared and rushed up. In a sense, they really looked like greenskins, so much so that people doubted whether they were the reconnaissance targets of this trip, but it was obviously not the case. The greenskins' bodies were much stronger than theirs.

The laser bullet shot through the driver's head, and he fell to the side. The spear in his hand also stabbed down, and the spear head exploded instantly, blasting a piece of yellow sand on the ground. Behind him, another motorcycle jumped up, rushed out of the sand fog, and quickly approached the side of the truck.

On the crosshairs on the roof, holding a toothpick in his mouth, he calmly aimed and shot, and the accurate bullet passed through the man's eyebrows. There was another explosion of falling to the ground. The crosshairs did not even look at it and continued to switch targets, aiming, firing, shooting, and exploding in one go.

His shooting skills were extremely tense, and the laser beam kept flashing on the roof of the car, knocking down any enemy who rushed over one by one. It seemed to be in response to him. A fierce artillery fire came from a distance, hitting the roof of the truck around the crosshairs, splashing a dazzling spark.

But the crosshairs did not move at all. He was still squatting there, chewing a toothpick in his mouth, his eyes pressed against the sight, taking a deep breath, and tapping lightly with his fingers, just like caressing a woman's thigh, and like a woman's ambiguous moan. The bullet whizzed out from the muzzle of the gun, shot in the direction of the war truck, and accurately hit the machine gunner's bird's nest.

The bullet passed through his head, shot out from the back of his head, and flew into the barrel of the enemy holding a rocket launcher behind him. An explosion occurred suddenly, and a blazing fire rose on the roof of the entire truck. The tank also fell to the side, smashing several accompanying vehicles.

The crosshairs slightly raised his eyes, and suddenly an explosion attracted his attention. It was on the side of the truck. The war boy driving a motorcycle approached from a distance. He raised the explosive spear in his hand and stabbed the truck chassis with a shot. The explosion rose there instantly, causing the whole truck to bump up.

On the other side, another motorcycle rushed over, repeating the same trick. The explosion made the hunter sitting in the cab hit his head on the ceiling, but he had no time to care about the pain in his head. He held the steering wheel and felt the violent vibration. The hunter stuck his head out from behind the window and looked at the connection between the truck and the car in the back. The vibration there was extremely violent.

"Echo, they blew off the connecting weight, reconnect it immediately!" The hunter ordered loudly, his voice came directly from outside the car, and entered Echo's ears along with the hot wind. He immediately stood up and flipped out from behind the window, grabbing the handrails and railings outside the car body and leaning towards the place where the violent vibration was.

Bullets hit around him, splashing a dazzling spark on the car body. Echo stepped on the car bar and moved forward. When he was stuck on the car body and unable to fight back, a motorcycle came behind him and raised the blasting spear in his hand to aim at Echo, but it was too late. A laser bullet instantly pierced his side of the head.

The driver fell backwards to the ground, and the motorcycle also flew up and hit the ground and exploded. The hunter sitting in the cab held the steering wheel with one hand and fired back with a pistol with the other hand. He accurately shot the enemies close to Echo. Between the flying bullets, Echo came to where.

He grabbed the handrail and got into the gap between the car body and the carriage. The loosened connecting shaft shook up and down, hitting the car body and the ground, creating a dazzling spark. Echo stepped on the narrow car bar and approached. He bent down and sat there, with his legs on the other side of the carriage, fixing himself in mid-air. Below him was the sand that was moving backwards quickly.

Echo's mechanical arm began to repair, and the dazzling cutting and welding sprayed bright flames. He leaned his back against the carriage, trying hard to keep it stable, and his arm was suspended in the air while working. Suddenly, a bullet shot past his ear. Echo raised his head and saw the war boy outside the gap on the side.

They drove a tank and rushed to the side of the truck. Warboy raised his gun and aimed at Echo, but just before the latter fired, Echo raised his gun with one hand and shot through his head. Echo's mechanical arm also raised up, and a missile stretched out from the bottom of the welding gun and fired out. The mini warhead hit the car door at once, causing the tank to explode suddenly.

Under the flickering flames, Echo continued to work. He completed the last welding without stopping. All the gaps on the side of the fixing pins from top to bottom were welded shut. Although this also made the car body unable to be unloaded, at least it could not fall off now.

Echo straightened his back with force, he stood up and resumed his standing position. His legs and feet almost fell down in the air, but Echo grabbed the handrail to stabilize himself. He climbed up to the top of the car body, with his left and right legs on both sides, stepped up and approached the rear window of the cab, opened it and got in.

He fell behind the hunter, who glanced at him and turned away after Echo got up. He fired a shot and put the gun back.

"We must find a way to get rid of them!" Echo said as he approached the hunter. The hunter looked around the desert. His eyes swept across the land and then suddenly pulled back. He saw a bridge. It was a stone bridge connecting the sandy land of the ditch and the swampy land on the other side.

The hunter turned the steering wheel without thinking. The truck turned rapidly on the spot. The huge swinging force instantly turned the front of the car and rushed towards the bridge. It ran on the sand like a huge beast, and the predators on the sand were chasing behind it.

The war gang chased behind, their bullets grazed the car window, and one shot shattered the rearview mirror. The hunter just glanced at it, slammed his palm on the gear lever, and stepped on the accelerator. Flames instantly spit out from the gaps around the engine of the truck.

The truck suddenly accelerated in the flames and whizzed over the stone bridge. The hunter grabbed the steering wheel and stretched out to shout to the back, "Blow up the bridge!"

After hearing this, the Destroyer immediately took out a large bundle of cluster grenades from his backpack and threw them upwards. After catching the grenades in mid-air, he suddenly pulled out all of them and roared, and threw them backwards. The grenades drew an arc in the air and landed on the bridge. The explosion occurred suddenly, and the entire bridge was blown up in the blink of an eye.

Several tanks that didn't have time to brake fell off the bridge, and the rest of the pursuit convoy all stopped suddenly at the ditch and the broken bridge. Hunter leaned against the car door and watched the pursuers gradually go away. Echo also looked back beside him, "Did you get rid of them?"

"No, it's only temporary. They will catch up." Hunter said and sat back in the cab. He held the steering wheel and drove the truck into the "Oasis of Death" in the desert.