Atlas of Heaven and Man.

Chapter 831: Desert Wind Hidden Light

An off-road vehicle was driving in the desert, and Chen Chuan was sitting in the back seat. All he saw along the way were vast tracts of wasteland. At first, he could occasionally see herdsmen, but later they disappeared. He could only see a few wild horses from afar.

The Bessa Khanate has a large territory, and Shahlan is not close to Balktu. It takes about half a day to drive there.

Of course, it would be faster for him to hurry there himself, but there is a high probability that he would come into conflict with another fighter. The opponent's strength is unknown, and he will not underestimate him just because he is a fighter from a small country. Moreover, this is a foreign country, and it is hard to say what the situation will be, so there is no need to consume too much energy before the battle.

He arrived at the central city of Balktu in the morning. It took him less than two hours to enter the city and finish the negotiations. He then set off immediately. It was already around 5:30 in the afternoon, and it was almost nightfall in the Bessa Khanate.

At this time, the wind speed suddenly increased, and dust on the ground was blown up. The driver saw that the scenery in the distance began to become blurred. He looked at the sky again, turned around immediately, took off his scarf and said loudly: "Sir, there may be a sandstorm coming, how about we find a place to hide?"

Chen Chuan asked: "How long will the sandstorm last here?"

After the driver spoke a few words, he spat out some sand and said, "It won't be too long in this season, but it will take at least two or three hours."

Chen Chuan asked: "How far is it from here to Shahlan?"

"It's probably still about two or three hundred kilometers."

Chen Chuan nodded and said, "Then you can find a place to hide first, and I can walk the rest of the way by myself."

The driver was stunned for a moment, but did not say anything to persuade him. Instead, he nodded obediently.

Before he set out, his superiors had told him not to ask any questions or interfere with what he was told, just do as they said. He put his scarf back on and stopped the car.

Chen Chuan opened the car door and got out. He glanced up at the sky. Perhaps because of the approaching sandstorm, the sky, which was about to fall at night, suddenly became extremely dim, and the sand and the sky seemed to have merged into one.

This time, because they were traveling in an open wasteland, he brought Chao Ming with him, who followed behind him all the way. However, they were encountering strong winds, which was not conducive to flying, so they needed to find a place to hide first.

He gestured toward the sky, let out a piercing chirp, then lowered his altitude and slowly fell to one side.

Chen Chuan looked forward, put out his hand to hold his hat, and a faint light flashed on his body. Then his figure disappeared from the spot in an instant. After a moment, there seemed to be a thunderous sound in the desert, and the wind and sand in front seemed to be split in the middle and separated into two sides. The dust rolled continuously and lasted for a while before gathering again. At the very front, there was a faint light flashing like lightning, and it disappeared into the distance in an instant.

Chen Chuan galloped forward, and when it was almost completely dark, he came to a sand cliff in the desert.

This should be Shahlan, one of the sacrificial sites of the former Bessa Khanate. At this moment, one can see beams of light shining from it. Even though it is obscured by wind and sand, he can still see it from a long distance.

Because Dashun's intelligence personnel knew little about the situation here, he originally thought that there might be strict security around here. However, when he arrived here, he found that except for some watchtowers on the sand cliff, there were no fortifications or bunkers around this place. It was so simple that it didn't look like a main stronghold of the resistance forces.

He thought about it and thought that this person probably thought that there were fighters protecting this place, so there was no need to get these things.

However, it is not wrong to think so. With the military strength of the Bessa Khanate, it is simply unable to deploy many troops here. Even if it comes, it cannot withstand the massacre of fighters in the open wilderness unless there is another fighter to compete with it. In that kind of battle, ordinary fortifications are even more meaningless.

At this time, the wind and sand became stronger and stronger. He stopped in front, took out a mask that looked like jade with a vertical red line between his eyebrows and put it on, while a red scarf was fluttering outside. The wind and sand flew past the coverall, but it could be seen that after the sand and dust entered a certain distance outside his body, it gradually lost its strength and floated there, then rotated around his body. From a distance, it seemed as if a hole appeared in the dense wind and sand.

After putting on the mask, he walked forward holding the Xuejun Sword.

Inside the sentry post on the sand cliff, there were many sentries wearing windproof masks and covering their heads and faces. However, they looked very lazy at the moment. They leaned against the sand wall, drank kumis, chatted and boasted with their companions, and laughed from time to time.

Whenever the sandstorms come, it is the time when they are most relaxed. Who would come when the sandstorms come? This is very unrealistic. Apart from this, who would dare to attack the stronghold where the fighters are stationed?
The one who was coming from Balktu had come a long time ago. According to what their patron god told them, the god Balktu had already become a running dog of Dashun, just like an old wolf in the wilderness, whose claws and fangs were no longer sharp, and whose fur had long been bald. He could only curl up in the city and howl dryly, looking outside with vicious eyes, and dared not come out to fight the beasts that invaded his doorstep.

They also believed in this set of statements, believing that their patron saint could lead them away from the interference of foreign forces, allow the Bessa Khanate to become a completely independent country, and prosper under the protection of Dhamalitian.

Inside the sentry post, there was a fighter walking around. He was not lazy like the others, but was very alert. He looked outside from time to time with his sharp eyes. When he looked outside again, his expression suddenly tensed and he quickly leaned over the observation port. After taking a few careful looks, he shouted, "Someone is coming! Get up, get up quickly, and hold your gun up!" After hearing this, the militant who was drinking kumis stood up in a panic, picked up his gun and aimed it downwards. However, as it was already night and there was flying sand below, the visibility was really low. So he fired a few shots randomly and blindly at the bottom, which was of almost no use except to give himself courage and create panic.

The fighter ran to the lighting position, pushed the searchlight, swept it back and forth a few times, and finally adjusted it forward and backward, finally shining it on Chen Chuan.

Chen Chuan did not dodge, nor did he even look up. He continued to walk forward at the original pace. However, the fluttering red scarf and the bright red vertical mark on the mask made everyone on the mask shudder.

For some reason, the leader felt a sense of fear and shouted, "Right there, shoot! Shoot!"

All of a sudden, all kinds of guns fired, and the dark night was filled with flashes of fire spurting out of the muzzles. However, even with the light of the searchlight, because of the long distance and the militants' impressive marksmanship, not a single bullet hit him.

It was not until he gradually approached that his hit rate finally improved. At this time, the machine guns above also started firing, but the bullets suddenly slowed down after flying into a range of dozens of meters, and finally fell one by one on the soft sand as if they had lost their strength.

When the leader saw this, his eyes widened and his whole body began to tremble. He swallowed, took a few steps back silently, then turned around and ran inside.

Chen Chuan had already reached the bottom of the cliff by then. He leaped up and instantly came to the platform more than 20 meters high. After he stood still, the people above were stunned for a moment, then shouted wildly, one by one pointed their guns at him, pulled the trigger to the bottom, and fired at him desperately, even when the bullets were empty, they were still clicking.

But the next moment, as if something invisible swept by, these people's eyes rolled back and they fell down one after another. The surroundings suddenly became quiet.

Chen Chuan glanced somewhere ahead and followed the leader's footsteps into the sandstone building.

He seemed to be walking at a normal speed, but after one or two steps, the person seemed to flash, suddenly appeared in the distance, and then flashed again.

There were still many guards and armed men inside the building, but as he walked past, they fell down along the way, and the only sound was the dull sound of bodies hitting the ground.

After walking for a minute or two, the leader in front ran into an empty hall with a dome. He crawled over and said to the tall figure sitting in the seat in front: "Molitian, yes, yes..."

He had just said half of his words when he suddenly lost consciousness, his body lost strength and fell to the ground, his face hitting the ground hard.

After a while, accompanied by the sound of footsteps coming from outside, Chen Chuan's figure appeared at the door of the hall. He looked forward and saw a burly man with a naked upper body and scars all over his body sitting there. At this moment, he was pouring kumis into his mouth continuously, and the wine was flowing onto his scarred chest.

Fighters usually don't drink alcohol. Of course, a little bit of alcohol has little effect on them, let alone fighters. It's just that there are some deeper reasons involved, and most people are willing to abide by them. Fighters can also easily eliminate scars on their bodies, so all visible scars are left intentionally by themselves.

So it seems that the person in front of him is a little bit rebellious. I don’t know if it’s because he broke the oath he made within a limited time or if it’s just his personality.

He stuck the Snow King Knife into the ground, then walked into the hall, looked at the other party and said, "You must be Artamur of the Besa Khanate, right? I came here to take our Dashun's things, and I hope you can return them to us."

After taking another sip of wine, Tamur crushed the wine glass in his hand and threw it away. Then he wiped his mouth and stood up from his seat. "I knew that the Dashun government would not sit still. Any negotiation is a lie. Sooner or later, they will send someone."

After he stood up straight, the field on his body suddenly expanded outward and hit the biological field outside Chen Chuan's body. Fine cracks suddenly appeared at the edge of the squeezed field.

"You, the Great Shun, have taken so many resources and talents from us, and have been lying on top of us Besa people sucking our blood and flesh. Why, you are not willing to do that just because I took a piece of your rotten stone?"

He took out the jade fragment from his pocket, tossed it in his hand, smashed it against the armrest of the seat, and slammed it into the seat. "You want it? Sure, bring something to exchange!"

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(End of this chapter)