The Mighty Sword of Legend

Chapter 8

At this time, Han Mo, who had already left, was moving toward the center of the boundless sea of sand.

"It's so calm. Nothing has happened." Han Wenyue pondered, and the camels she planted followed behind Kelvin and the others, moving forward in a very rhythmic pace. She had already forgotten her earlier interest in riding a camels in the desert. After all, she had been walking for an entire morning.

"According to what I've told you before, it's just an act of cooperation and escort. However, if it's really that simple, they don't need to find me from thousands of miles away, do they?" Han Wenyue looked back at Zhao Zhiqiu, who was not far behind her. "What's his purpose? Is he just looking for someone?"

A loud and urgent electronic synthesis interrupted Han Wenyue's thoughts, and at the same time, it startled several people around her. Han Wenyue frowned and took out a big black mobile phone from her waist. Although satellite phones were not popular at present, they were not luxury goods. The signal and function could not be matched by ordinary mobile phones, and they could be used for communication almost every time.

"Hello? Wenyue?" It was obviously a young and excited voice on the other side of the phone. Han Wenyue moved the phone away from her ear a little. From the voice, she knew it was Yun Fan. "Yes, it's me."

"Ha! It's really you. Hey, I'm telling you, you gave me this phone and it's so useful. I deliberately took the broken phone of Xiao Lin and tried it here. There was no signal at all!" The voice on the other side of the phone was even more excited. It was not so much a talk as a shout.

"What is a broken phone? Why didn't you tell us about it after playing the game all the way? About 4000 yuan is enough for you to call it a broken phone. Take out your antique as well if you have the ability!" Another person's voice came from the other side of the phone. However, his voice was not as strong as Yun Fan's, which made him look a little weak.

Immediately, they started arguing. Han Wenyue was delighted to hear this again. These two men were his best friends. They were even closer to each other than brothers. Yun Fan and Xiao Lin had a huge difference in personality. They liked to argue whenever they met, but neither of them could leave the other alone.

Han Wenyue fed Yun Fan a few times loudly, and finally woke up the two men who were arguing fiercely. "Well, Yun Fan, don't make trouble. Give the phone to Xiao Lin. Let's get down to business."

"No way. You promised to give this cell phone to me. How can you give it to him? You've broken your promise. I said I've invited you to eat this cell phone many times..."

Han Wenyue did not know whether to laugh or cry. This guy was really good at making fun of others. "Well, Yun Fan, can you lend him your phone number? It's just borrowing. And if you talk too much every time you call me, I won't give you any more phone money!"

Then there came the sound of a cold breath from the other side of the phone, followed by slight rubbing sounds and muttering sounds. Then came a gentle sound.

Han Wenyue was happy again. It was known that this kind of cell phone cost a lot. It seemed that she could use this method to blackmail Yun Fan in the future.

"Wenyue, we are in Gansu and everything is going well. How about you?" An elegant voice sounded. It was not as sharp-tongued as Yun Fan's just now.

"It's almost the same as I expected at the beginning. It's calm and should not be difficult. The only trouble is that I ate a lot of sand," Han Wenyue said with a smile.

"We've eaten much more than you. You're still traveling abroad!" There was laughter on the phone. "But I have to remind you that the calmer you are now, the more troublesome it will be later. You'd better be careful."

Han Wenyue smiled. "I was going to talk to you about this. Why are you here now? I think you'd better watch out. Don't miss. And I heard that the evil priest is very powerful."

"Haha, there is no problem with the information this time, but this time..." Han Wenyue just heard here, and suddenly there came a very loud rustling sound from the phone, which covered the sound of Xiao Lin. This noise continued for about ten seconds, and then nothing could be heard.

Han Wenyue froze. She put the phone in front of her eyes, but there was no message on the LCD screen.

"It's strange. Is there no power?" Han Wenyue muttered as she pressed a few keys on the phone. But soon she overturned her idea. This kind of modified phone had two months of waiting time. It had just been charged before departure, and she only took the phone this time.

The notebook next to him took out another phone number from his pocket. "Call it with my number."

Han Wenyue took it with her hand and smiled bitterly. "My uncle, you're dead too."

He frowned and said, "Did Fels forget to charge it?"

"Forget it. It's not a big deal anyway," Han Wenyue said with a smile.

No one noticed that Zhao Zhiqiu, who was walking in the back of the line, suddenly became extremely sharp.

As night fell, the temperature began to drop, and the silver basin-like moon floated up in the sky. Under its light, the vast desert emitted a snow-like light, and the visibility was very high. At this time, the three mercenaries were around the bonfire for the night.

Jack stretched a scorpion that was inserted in a military knife to the bonfire and complained to a soldier next to him, "Are you kidding? Look at those two gigolo boy. One of them is carrying a sword and the other is holding a knife. Are they going to the center of the desert to shoot a movie?"

The soldier next to him shrugged, but he didn't answer. He poured a cup of coffee from the pot on the fire and drank it himself.

Jack was apparently very dissatisfied with the other party's attitude. He rolled his eyes and said to a 2011, sitting opposite, "Hey, Tyger, am I right?"

On the opposite side of him, the soldier named Tyger was one of the few who didn't follow him in the team, and his calm character was a bit similar to Kelvin's. At this time, he was holding his knees with both hands and turning his head to look at the distant desert. Hearing Jack's question, he replied in a lukewarm tone, "It seems that you still bear a grudge about the match with Han!"

"Of course!" Jack rolled his eyes and shouted again, "In terms of combat skills, no one in our team has more say than you, right? Tell me, if that guy doesn't know magic, will he be able to beat me? I'm at least 30 pounds heavier than him!"

This was not an exaggeration. When Tyger just joined the army, Jack had committed the old habit of dealing with Tyger everywhere. Finally, the latter could not bear it and broke his four ribs with one kick. Only then did Jack learn to be honest for a while. Only later did Jack know that before this Thai soldier joined the army, he was a well-known underground boxer. Later, because the boss asked him to play the Faux Fist, he fought with his boss and three bodyguards until he became a vegetable. In order to escape and kill them, he joined the mercenary army. Only then did Jack know that his so-called karate was not invincible. Later, after becoming good friends with Tyger, Jack began to learn the fierce Thai boxing.

Tyger turned around, gave Jack a look, and then suddenly asked, "If you fight me, how long do you think you can hold on?"

This time Jack did not boast or force himself. After thinking for a while, he said, "Within five minutes...?" In front of Tyger, who had been strictly trained in Thai Boxing, Jack knew very well how much he had.

Taigel suddenly sighed. "If I were to fight him, I would probably be able to last for about five minutes."

Jack's mouth was completely O-shaped, and he didn't shut for a long time. Tyger continued, "However, I must find a chance to fight with him in a boxing match. I have to challenge the strong continuously. This is the goal of my survival."

At this time, the soldier next to Jack suddenly said, "Do you know what I felt when you fought with Han? It was like watching a kung fu movie of Z Country. He kicked you to a height of at least 15 feet, and then he jumped up to kick you down again. God! Have you ever seen anyone who could jump to 15 feet high? Just like the sentence that our commander, who claimed to be Z Country's leader, was hanging from his mouth,The mysterious Z Country! Now we should add one more word, the mysterious Z Country person. But I think the most amazing thing is that you are not injured?"

When Jack was still stunned and didn't respond, Tyger said, "In the old saying of Z Country, practice makes perfect. Fighting skills are the same. I think it should be a kind of ingenious strength control. Different from you, I grew up in Africa since a young age and have some knowledge about some of the fighting skills in Asia. The martial arts of Z Country are almost as long as the history of Z Country. Its mystery and strength are beyond the understanding of westerners. Almost all the combat techniques in London are greatly affected by the martial arts of Z Country. It can even be said that Z Country's fighting skills are the sources of Asian fighting skills. For example, the karate you are most familiar with, which is to say that some of the boxing skills in the coastal area of Z Country were carried forward by the Rainbow people after being spread to the neon State."

Jack opened his mouth and listened in a daze. He did not notice that the scorpion on the knife had been roasted into coke. After a moment, he felt that the military knife in his hand was very hot, so he quickly threw the knife aside.

Tyger continued, "As for the other skinny young man..." Suddenly, his expression became nervous. He leaned down and placed his ear against the sand. After listening for a few seconds, he said, "Someone's coming... there are roughly thirty horses. Be alert!"

Jack also heard that the hearing abilities of black people were usually rather strong. In an instant, they rushed towards the camel's seat in front of the bonfire with a speed that didn't match their bodies. While raising the M16 rifle hanging on their backs, he ordered the soldier that was sitting beside him in a low voice, "Ey TERMS, wake everyone up!" At this time, Tyger already got his gun ready and hid behind the camel's back as he aimed forward.

The training of this group of mercenaries was extremely outstanding. In less than a minute, everyone already arrived. Right now, there wasn't the slightest trace of arrogance. Even the camp was arranged beforehand. The bonfire in the middle was surrounded by several tents, and the outermost circle was a dormant camels. In the desert, the camels could be used as fortifications, and they could be moved.

Fortunately, everyone was sleeping in the same clothes. Han Wenyue, Zhao Zhiqiu, Ben, and Ali Mohan walked out of the tent one after another.