Sentinel is not good

The flash bomb has been fired, which is a dazzling signal.

Zhou Yun reluctantly got up from the sand, his chest still hurt, and his throat also hurt.He knew that Chi was in that camp, but he couldn't make it through.

When approaching this camp, he did not dare to fire flares into the sky for fear of being discovered by the enemy.He told the people in Zhang Mu's camp to wait where they were, waiting for the signal to light up the sky again.

He knew that this signal would definitely come out, because there were definitely flash flares in the enemy camp.When they want to see everything clearly, they will definitely launch this kind of thing actively.

At that time, it will be a landmark in the desert, and the people in Zhang Mu's camp will be able to follow the light to pick up their families.It's just that Zhou Yun had planned well at the time. The moment Guang ascended, he must have been beside him, strengthening and protecting his sentry.

As a result... Now he can only put away all the spiritual threads, not daring to release one, not daring to spread the spiritual power all over the sand.Zhou Yun knelt down again, watching the camp in front of him put the power grid back in place, but he couldn't do anything.

Can't do anything, can't protect your own sentinel, let the puppy take risks in the cage-like camp.

How scared he should be, how timid he is...Zhou Yun didn't dare to think about it, once the guide's emotions became turbulent, it would be difficult to suppress them, their super brains output mental power, and at the same time ignited dozens of demons stronger than normal people. Double the emotional resonance.

Guideline number one in the base, don't try to empathize with the Sentinels.This is not just to protect the Sentinel, but also the guide's self-protection.Because sentries are weapons, they will be sent to the battlefield sooner or later. Once they have empathy with a sentry, the shock will affect the guide's judgment and determination.

Zhou Yun covered his eyes and shook his head fiercely, not knowing what was wrong with him, why he was right in front of him, but he couldn't save him, as soon as he sensed his hostility towards the unawakened, he would take action.

"Why? Why!" He punched the sand with one fist, and then punched again. The blood vessels on his arm seemed to sense his emotions, and they bulged angrily, spreading across his bulging back like silk.

The wolves ran frantically tens of meters away from the power grid, and sand was constantly being rolled up and falling on their thick fur.

The moon was fully exposed, and a small violent storm was approaching.

When the wind picked up, Song Jian temporarily closed his eyes and listened to the sound of footsteps around him.His visual synaesthesia link was too frequent in the past 10 minutes, and the time was too long, and now he urgently needs to rest his eyesight.

I heard that an S-level sentinel can communicate with a spiritual body for several hours or even a dozen hours, and the longest can last a whole day.I am a useless B-rank sentry, but I can't stand it for a while.

He listened quietly, slowing down his breathing rate again, adjusting his heart rate like every sniper shot.Being invisible does not prevent him from judging the distance of those people.

He could still hear the footsteps of wolves outside the camp, panting low and clawing frantically, but wild animals dared not come near because of the electric grid, bonfires and flares.

It's best not to get close, these people will kill those wolves.

Time passed by, and Xiao Diu had already crawled to Song Jian's side.Linking synaesthesia consumes a lot of mental and physical energy. Now it hangs the coffin-shaped snake head weakly, the speed of the snake letter's throughput has slowed down significantly, and the tip of the tail no longer curls and flaps mischievously. can't do it.

It is the spiritual body of a B-level sentinel, and its physical strength limit has been reached.

The footsteps were getting closer, and those people were searching the entire camp.Song picked up Xiaodiu, crouched down, and got into the nearby tent.This tent is not too big, but there are large wooden boxes enough to hide.Song Jian immediately opened the box, put his mental body back into the mental image, let Xiaodiu go back to the safe spiritual world to rest, and hid in the box with his two long and powerful legs bent against his chest, trying to shrink up.

The moment the lid was closed, footsteps came to the entrance of the tent.Song Jian lay sideways in the box, waiting for the moment to kill.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and finally, the sound came into the tent.With this footstep, Song Jian judged that it was two people who came in together.

"Where the hell is that!" said one.

"Find it! Find it and skin him!" said another.

Song Jian moved his wrists and imagined what would happen to him in the hands of these men. It must be worse than those women. They would not let him die, they would only make his life worse than death.

He took a deep breath, and finally, the footsteps stopped in front of the big wooden box.

The lid of the wooden box was lifted quickly, and in the darkness, light came in.

Song Jian seized the opportunity and kicked out, knocking down the nearest person first.Another person was holding a gun in the back. The moment he fired, Song Jian grabbed the muzzle of the gun and pointed it at the kicked person.A bullet finished a person, and then slashed the wrist of the person holding the gun, and snatched the gun.

Another shot, directly between the eyebrows.Two shots shook the entire camp.

Zhou Yun knelt down and looked at the camp, and heard two gunshots.Who will it be?Are they caught picking?He stood up and walked in the direction of the camp.

The sound of gunfire attracted many people, but when they rushed into the tent, all that was left were two hot corpses and a large hole in the wall of the tent.

Someone first shot the two brothers with a gun, then cut the tent with a knife and slipped away.

"Find it for me! Find it for me!" The crowd burst into roars, none of them thought that this person would actually kill someone right under their noses. The bloody killing activated all their bestiality, anger and fear intertwined , There was actually the excitement of killing, "I want to live! I want to live!"

And Song Jian had already run at least ten tents away, and he could still hear the shouts of those people.The flares gradually began to dim, and Song Jian's goal now was to find Zhang Mu's horse.

There are a lot of desert horses raised in the camp, which are all raised by everyone with hard work. Like his little black, he would rather be hungry than kill horses to eat.At the corner, he just bumped into a running man, and Song Jian dealt with him neatly, and ran to the place where the horse was tied.

The horses were tied here, and Song Jian slid the blood-stained dagger towards their reins. He didn't know which one belonged to Zhang Mu's camp, so he cut the rope first.

A tall reddish-brown horse regained its freedom. Its ears turned back, its front was raised high, and its two front hooves kicked alternately in mid-air, as if it had been tied for a long time, trying to break through the cage.

The neighing sound was too loud, and under its leadership, all the desert horses that had cut off their reins began to run wildly.

The camp surrounded by the power grid was in chaos, completely disturbed by Song Jian.

"Horse! Horse! Tie the horse back first!" Several people who rushed to watch the movement were hit by running horses. Hit the grid.

The astonishing sound of electrical discharges made people shudder. The horse fell to the ground after being shocked by the electricity. It stood up with its four legs constantly kicking, and then continued to flee around the power grid, trying to find a breakthrough.Fortunately, the size of the horse is relatively large, if the animal is smaller, it will be directly electrocuted to death.

Run, run... Song Jian cut the rein of the last horse, and his ears caught the sound of a gun being raised behind him.

"Don't move!" Dozens of people behind him raised their guns and aimed at the half-naked man in front of them.The man was tall, naked to the waist, with camouflage pants and military boots underneath.There was only a short knife in his hand, but the muscles on his back, neck and arms were covered with blood, like a whole red tattoo.

"It's him! Got it!" they shouted, calling to their companions, "Put down the knife if you don't want to die!"

Song Jian turned around slowly, his original appearance could no longer be seen.He squatted down slowly, put the sharp short knife in his hand on the ground, and threw it far away.Following the loss of the knife, the group of people rushed up like moths, and Song Jian fell sideways and was crushed to the ground, with his hands scissored behind his back and fell down.

But as soon as he struggled hard, the two people on his body were thrown out. The strength of the sentinel was so great.

"Suppress him! Don't kill him! We want to live!" More people rushed up, some pressed their heads, some shoulders, some thighs, and some directly pressed their waists. About a dozen people took Song Pick up subdued.Song Jian was like a wild animal trapped in a net. He could still struggle at first, but gradually he couldn't. Every hand fell on his body, and some restrained his breathing and covered his mouth and nose.

Wait, wait, it's not time yet... He said to himself, closing his eyes and letting them handle his body.

"Have you caught it? Everyone, don't let go!" More and more people came running from behind, and saw a man being pressed to the ground, and the people on his body were pressed down like a hill.One of them grabbed his hair and turned his face up.

It was a very young face, and it turned out that such a young person entered the camp.

Song Jian's face could only be lifted upwards, his scalp hurting, he squinted and looked at the people in front of him.

"Chop him up, chop off his bottom and feed it to the dogs!" Someone in the crowd shouted.Song Jian was pinned down and couldn't move, feeling someone was pulling his pants and boots.

Right now, he looked at the group of people in front of him with a smile, and pressed the switch of the black leather bracelet tightly in his hand, pressing hard.

The sound of discharge sounded again, but this time it didn't happen from the power grid, but from Song Jian.A powerful electric current, enough to instantly lose combat effectiveness, passed through his body, from the skin of his neck to the ends of his limbs, vibrating his fingertips, granulating his skin, and standing up his fine hairs, and it was instantly transmitted to everyone who came into contact.

More than a dozen people on him were bounced away at the same time, and were electrocuted for a few meters, but Song Jian stood up amidst the screams of these people at the moment when the flare went out.

The maximum current can no longer harm him, and the electric shock every 3 hours trained him, gave him the ability to resist electric shock, strengthened the tolerance of the sentinel, and made him feel stronger.In the darkness, Song Jian pulled the safety catch of the grenade and threw it onto the grid.

boom!

When it exploded, the power grid of the entire camp began to discharge at the same time, and all of them exploded with the brightest light, like the biggest thunderstorm in the desert, splitting through the dead trees on the sand dunes, dozens of lightning bolts fell at the same time, and the next second dim.

All the power grids were broken, and one of the power grids was blown into charred black and fell on the sand.

The galloping desert horses frantically rushed out from the gap in the grid circle, and were frightened.This is not the camp where they grew up, every horse knows its way.They trampled on the body of the stunned person on the ground, and ran past Song Jian. Song Jian grabbed a horse's mane, hung it diagonally on the horse's belly, and left the camp together.

But he was not reconciled, he turned his head and looked at it with hatred, all those who should be saved have been saved, and the revenge should have just begun.

Zhou Yun saw the horses, and immediately blew his whistle to make the wolves disperse. The horses were heavy enough, and the force when they ran was enough to trample his wolves to death.

The wolves quickly dispersed to make room for the mad horses. The sound of shooting was heard in the camp, and someone set up a grenade gun, ready to shoot at the horses.

"Shoot! Blow him to the sky!" A man yelled at the man with the grenade gun, "Shoot!"

As soon as the man put his hand on the gun, his eyes were close to the gun body, suddenly his body trembled, and before everyone could react, his head was smashed into pieces.

The man next to him was spattered with blood. Before he could shout out, a glowing bullet flew towards his eyes, and his head turned into a red flower.

Song Jian rolled over from the horse's belly, lying on the horse's back, and saw the bullet flying past at the same time.It was a sniper flare, and it was my favorite.There must be snipers in the distance!

Yin Sheng stayed in the hiding place and was ordered to follow Zhou Yun's range of activities, but he didn't expect such a big thing to happen.He used Song Jian's sniper rifle, calibrated it again, calculated the wind speed, and reduced the breathing range of his body.Two flares were fired, and two more people fell.

But suddenly he realized something was wrong, as if a spirit thread of a guide was coming towards him, and it was very unfriendly, as if to...kill himself.

The author has something to say: Yin Sheng: I rely on Zhou Yun, you don't talk about martial arts!

Lang Yun: I can't control myself!