The players carefully hid behind cover and did not dare to breathe too loudly, afraid that they would give themselves away.
The sound of the armed jeep was getting closer and closer, and the rustling sound of the tires rubbing against the desert gradually disappeared. It was replaced by the cracking sound of rubber crushing the gravel in the Gobi. From the sound of the gravel, the three cars were getting closer and closer, and finally stopped.
Leng Feng retracted his head, not daring to show it.
At this distance, he would be exposed if he was not careful.
The machinery faith fanatics in the three cars glanced at the Scarlet Dragon Dagger and felt that something was wrong today.
The wind howled, and the dust was lifted up more than ten meters high and then integrated with the desert.
"Alright, it's enough to just take a look here. Do you want to go in and take a look? Don't you want to live anymore?" The mercenaries of the wasteland couldn't help but say.