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 was a vast wasteland. At first, he could occasionally see herdsmen, but later he could no longer see them. 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 go there on his own, but there is a high probability that he will have a conflict with another fighter. The opponent's strength is unknown. He will not underestimate the opponent just because he is a fighter from a small country. Moreover, this is a foreign country, and it is hard to say what situation will occur, 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 moment, the wind suddenly picked up, stirring up dust from the ground. The driver saw the distant scenery becoming blurry, glanced at the sky, and immediately turned around, took off his scarf, and shouted, "Sir, there might be a sandstorm coming. How about we find some shelter?"

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

The driver said a few words, then 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?"

"Probably another two or three hundred kilometers."

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

The driver was stunned for a moment, but instead of trying to persuade him, he nodded in obedience.

Before he set off, he had been told not to ask questions or interfere with anything he was told. He simply followed the instructions. 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 sky seemed to have merged into one.

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

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

Chen Chuan looked forward, reached out 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 sound like thunder in the desert. 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 like lightning that flashed for a while and disappeared into the distance in an instant.

Chen Chuan ran forward all the way, 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, beams of light can be seen shining from it. Even though it is covered 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 on the periphery. It was so simple that it did not look like a major 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, this consideration is not wrong. 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. 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, and chatted with their companions, laughing from time to time.

Whenever the sandstorms started, that was when they were most relaxed. Who would come when the sandstorms came? It was completely unrealistic. Apart from that, who would dare to attack a stronghold where a fighter was stationed?

The one who was coming from Balktu had come earlier. According to what their patron saint had 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 statement, believing that their patron saint could lead them to break free from the interference of foreign forces, allow the Besa Khanate to become a completely independent country, and prosper under the protection of Damoli Tian.

Inside the sentry post, there was a fighter walking around. Unlike the others, he was not lazy but very alert. His sharp eyes would occasionally glance outside. When he looked outside again, his expression suddenly tensed. He quickly leaned over the observation port, took a closer look, and shouted, "Someone is coming! Get up, get up quickly, and raise your guns!"

After hearing this, the militant who was drinking kumis stood up in a panic, picked up his gun and aimed it downwards. However, because it was already night and there was flying sand and dust 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 avoid, 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 surge of fear and shouted, "Right there, shoot! Shoot!"

All of a sudden, all the 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 impressive marksmanship of the militants, not a single bullet hit him.

It was not until he gradually approached that his hit rate finally improved. At this time, the machine gun above also sounded, but the bullets 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. He jumped and instantly landed on a platform more than 20 meters high. After he stood still, the people above him were stunned for a moment, then shouted wildly, pointed their guns at him one by one, 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 in unison. The surroundings suddenly became quiet.

Chen Chuan glanced somewhere ahead and followed the leader 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 only the dull sound of bodies hitting the ground could be heard.

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 of him: "Molitian, yes, yes..."

He had barely finished speaking when he suddenly lost consciousness, his body collapsed, and his face hit 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 flowed 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 their scars, 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 is because he broke the oath he made within a limited time, or if it is just his personality.

He stabbed 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 have come 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 glass in his hand and threw it away. He wiped his mouth and stood up from his seat. "I knew the Dashun government wouldn't sit still. Any negotiations are a lie. Sooner or later, they'll send someone."

After he stood up straight, the field on his body suddenly expanded outward and collided with 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 sucking our blood and flesh from us, the Besa people. So, how come you're not willing to take a piece of your rotten stone?"

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

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(End of this chapter)