Chapter 272: Blood and Sand (6)

As he reunited with the players, Naman began to analyze the situation.
Before dawn, the Oakes would definitely not be able to reach Koscitch Canyon. The upcoming night would be the best cover his team could seek, and the Oaks might choose to camp in the dark.
He had seen the motorcycles and cavalry in the distance twice. They were wandering the plains. They didn't seem to be looking for Naman's squad, but they definitely knew that there were human scouts in this area.
Naman wanted to move directly west and straight to Koscie Canyon, but the terrain was too open along the way. The southern Ishihara in Aksum was like a bare patch, with no vegetation or anything else to cover.
The Rangers had to bypass the rocky plains and turn south, at least until they were out of the enemy's search range before Naman could reconsider the plan.
When it was time to make a decision, Naman sent his order to the team members, and then they began to speed up, hoping to keep as much distance as possible from the orcs while the moon was still hanging in the sky.
A monotonous alertness accompanied the process of travel.
Run, stop, guard around, and continue running.
Minutes and hours, a few kilometers and then a few kilometers, the scouts kept racing.
After running for three hours without stopping, they hid into the rock folds of the plain to avoid being discovered. From time to time, they hid and let themselves and the warhorse squat down in the long grass, because one or more of the squads The team members found that the Ock vehicle was approaching.
Naman often hears engine sounds from a distance, and he is almost no longer distracted by this. Only when he finds that the number of vehicles approaching changes, he really starts to pay attention to these noises.
The current night turned into a cold late night, and the silhouette of the Kosczy Gorge became clearer in the distance against the moonlight.
The steep mountain seemed to be a wall extending into the sky, but it was still too far to recognize any details.
Naman silently prayed to Kaimon, hoping that his team would avoid Oak and warn everyone about a large-scale green-skinned attack.
The large light source broke the darkness in the cold wind, allowing Naman to clearly grasp the positional relationship between the Oak forces and them. There is a distance in the distance, and there are other lights, mixed with a flashing orange flame, like a angry giant leap. Enter the land of Ishihara in the north.
Looking at the light that lit up the night sky, he realized how many green skins there were-thousands of them, most of them moving north.
But he remained cautious about turning to the north, which would put him and his squad directly in front of the advance of the Uk army.
Going east is not a better choice. The direction is too far. Scouts have to go a few kilometers deeper, and even if they pass this obstacle, this route will take them to the coast instead of Harar.
Whether it is good or bad, the only option seems to be to continue to go west, hoping that the later Okers will stop or change their driving direction.
Naman secretly decided that if the enemy was close to within half a kilometer, they would dig a ditch for concealment. Unsurprisingly, the Oaks should miss them in the dark. Even in the worst case, the Rangers can have one. Easy defensive position.
Two hours later, Naman felt his decision was correct.
The Oaks from the rear gradually moved closer north to join their army, and were more than a kilometer away from the Rangers when crossing the cordon.
Despite the lights and smoke rising ahead, in Naman's view they were clearly heading towards Koscius Gorge. If they maintain their current speed, they will reach the canyon before dawn.
"Don't leave behind! Be careful."
The grassland on the plain is getting thinner, heather and bushes are slanting in the cracks between the rocks, the terrain begins to upward slowly, Naman concludes that they are no more than one kilometer away from the canyon.
It was still dark all around, and the moon was still hanging in the sky until two hours later the east sky was illuminated by the dawn, before it disappeared.
The air was cold but Naman didn't care, just like the fatigue from continuous running.
No one spoke. Everyone was ready to warn the area they were in charge of, but there was nothing to report. It seemed that they had thrown away the enemy for one to two kilometers.
Naman was silent and restless.
"Sergeant!"
A weak voice interrupted Naman's thoughts, and the ranger stopped behind the squad.
"Squad, stop!"
Naman snarled and raised his arms, and all rangers suddenly controlled their horses.
"Stay alert and report your findings!"
"I think I heard the engine, Captain."
Naman walked backwards and stopped beside the scout crouching on the ground.
"Did you hear the engine sound, or did you not hear the engine sound?"
"I heard the sound of the engine, Captain!"
The teammate's words were a little more self-confident.
"Behind us."
"Distance? Scale?"
"I don't know, sergeant, I can probably see hot mist in that direction."
The player pointed to a on the plain they passed a few minutes ago. As the opponent continued to describe with a tight tone, Naman took off his telescope from the belt.
"I saw them, ten motorcycles! No infantry, they are coming straight to us!"
WAAAAAAGH! !
He put down the multifunctional telescope in his hand, he had seen enough, the prey is here, this hunting will start before the sun rises.
His name is bald, a buck who was born to run fast, was born in a world with a broad sky and vast desert.
The sturdy Ouke's head narrowed his eyes and tried to focus on his eyes. Bald didn't wear his helmet. He never wore a helmet when he was riding on his car.
He has a tanned face, the scalp around his head is as rough as weathered rock, several hair styles are woven into a long charcoal green braid on his back, and there are countless scars on his cheeks, That was a symbol of his force.
Bald sitting across a heavy motorcycle, UU reads www.uukanshu.com. It is like a rough and strong beast.
When the leader of the Oak looked down at his prey from the gentle of the bush, the gust of wind screamed, blowing the razor-like weathered rock, revealing a bitter cold.
These prey thought they could escape their hunt, but Balu never let his enemies out of their offensive, never once.
The shrimps drove their mounts from the beginning. They scattered and wanted to escape. They even gave up the trapped beasts that should be a prey, or dying.
They are wrong.
They came to an open land, between bald and canyon.
When they realized that their stupidity was already too late, the remoteness of the distance wiped out the possibility of their retreat and escape, and their horsepower had been used to the limit.
WAAAAAAAGH! ! !
Along with the deafening roar, the motorcycle guys of the drag racing gang came out from behind the bald, they formed an arrow-like formation, and the dust was flying, so magnificent!
They leaned over and sat on the heavy motorcycle, and the tomahawk blades were lifted up to the sky, flashing a little cold light, they came only for killing.
The engine of the bald car emits bursts like the roar of the giant Scrooge, as if welcoming the little brothers.
With maximum horsepower and extreme speed, the bald man didn't have any trace of mud and water. He threw himself to the sky with a throttle. The gang gang quickly hugged the boss to the position of the tip of the arrow and let him lead this storm arrow.
This is the opening of this hunting. With the charge, the bald laughed against the wind, and his younger brothers should also laugh freely, in addition to this rough and bold laugh There are also the screams made by prey being slaughtered to death.