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    The endless yellow sand seems to extend to the sky. The moonlight pours down through the clouds, dyeing the sand grains with a cold brilliance.  A poisonous scorpion lurks behind the sand dunes, as if it is an opportunistic hunter, waiting for its prey to come to you.  At this moment, a black shadow moved quickly towards the sand dune.  In just a flash, it was hidden in the shadow of the sand dunes, blending into the entire desert.  The poisonous scorpion smelled the smell of food, and the scorpion needle on its tail curled up, then it got out of the sand nest, and jumped into the shadow of the sand dune with a whoosh, and the scorpion needle stabbed downwards fiercely.  A big hand suddenly stretched out from the darkness, as if it came from hell, silently and abruptly, with a small amplitude but as fast as lightning, and grabbed the poisonous scorpion.  The poisonous scorpion knew it had encountered a powerful enemy and was struggling hard. The poisonous needle on its tail was looking for an angle, hoping to give the enemy a fatal blow.  But when it met a real hunter, its tail was suddenly broken off and it was thrown into a dark hole full of mucus. Then two rows of white teeth chewed its body to pieces, and finally swallowed it.  in stomach.  Then a black muzzle poked out from the sand dune. Behind the night vision sniper scope, there was a pair of cold and calm eyes that made people feel shuddering.  Yang Luo's figure was running fast in the desert, and suddenly came to an emergency stop.  Due to the speed of running and the inertia, his feet sank deeply into the sand.  Yang Luo frowned as he looked at the dots of yellow sand under his feet. Then he raised his head and looked into the distance. The night and the desert blended into each other. Even the cold moonlight could not separate the black of the night from the yellow of the sand. Instead, it made the moonlight appear brighter.  Somewhat redundant.  At this moment, a strong wind blew through, making the already extremely cold desert night even more chilly.  From Yang Luo's position, we can clearly see that the yellow sand in the distance is blown up by the strong wind, and is constantly twisting and changing, forming a kind of beauty and weirdness that is indescribable with pen and ink.  It seems to be warning the creatures that trespass here, this is my territory, you'd better be careful.  Yang Luo's breathing slowly became long and gentle, his deep eyes looked at the sand dune not far away, the corners of his mouth slowly raised a beautiful arc, and he murmured softly: "If it's really you, I don't mind  Let me share with you the humor of the desert. " Time passed little by little, and the surroundings fell into a deathly silence, so quiet that you could clearly hear the sound of the sand slowly rolling under the influence of the wind.  It was so quiet that even the silver full moon above the head and the stars in the sky shining like gems seemed lonely.  Yang Luo still stood there without moving. Darkness enveloped the entire earth. Under the vast sky, in this vast and boundless desert, Yang Luo stood quietly like that. Another gust of wind curled the yellow sand around him.  Skip.  800 Soon the gust of wind dissipated between the sky and the earth, and the yellow sand that was rolled up was scattered one after another.  It fell on Yang Luo's head, face, and body.  It was as if he had been standing there since ancient times. After thousands of years of wind and rain erosion and vicissitudes of life, he still stood there unshaken.  Behind the sand dune, the eyes of the hunter hiding in the shadows were still cold and calm, and the cross in the sniper scope had already locked onto the prey standing motionless in the desert.  But for some reason, the steady and thick finger holding the trigger didn't pull it down.  At this moment, Yang Luo suddenly laughed, and the hunter pulled the trigger without hesitation.  "Bang!" A dull gunshot broke the deathly silence, and a smile appeared on the hunter's face. But when he looked through the sniper scope, the smile suddenly froze on his face because the prey was gone.  Then the body jumped up suddenly, rolled down the sand dune, then bent over and jumped to another sand dune in the distance like a cheetah, blinking and disappearing into the night.  This sand dune is twice as big as the one just now, but this large sand dune does not give the hunter hiding in the shadows a sense of security, but makes him feel uneasy.  As time went by, his professional sensitivity told him that it was not safe here and he should leave quickly.  The hunter listened to his inner warning and slowly retreated from the top of the sand dune, like a gerbil looking for food, silently.  Just when he was about to crawl under the sand dune, his slowly squirming body stopped moving. The pores all over his body suddenly opened, and cold sweat suddenly broke out in the hair follicles.  Suddenly his ankle was grabbed by a strong hand, and a strong force surged in, pulling him down.  Then his body was pressed under him, and he felt a cold wind coming from behind his head. Without any hesitation, his upper body swung to one side desperately.  "Poof!" A shining black dagger left a deep blood mark on his face and stabbed into the sand. The hunter let out a deep roar, put his hands on the ground and jumped up with all his strength.  He lifted the person on top of him out.  Then he suddenly turned around, raised his foot and kicked him out hard.  &nbsp"Bang!" A dull impact sounded, and a black figure quickly retreated.  The hunter quickly raised his gun, and the black figure disappeared around the corner of the dune.  In the hunter¡¯s deep eye sockets, there is a pair of blue pupils that are a bit eerie.  On the right side of his face, there was a deep cut that was three inches long, and blood was still flowing down.  He slowly raised his left hand, and his fingers slowly passed over the wound.  The stinging pain from the wound made him feel that his hand was no longer so stable. It was shaking again, yes, it was shaking again, in a very regular way.  "Why are my hands shaking!" The hunter murmured, lowering his head and looking at his still shaking hands, "What's wrong with you, man, are you scared? No, no, you're not scared, you're excited.  "But his left hand was still shaking, "What's wrong with you? Are you telling me that that guy is the real hunter and I am the prey?" He quickly raised his left hand and shook it with a snap.  Live the sniper rifle.  Yang Luo slowly climbed to the other side of the dune, built a human-shaped pile of sand in the shadow, took off his shirt and covered it.  Then he dug a small hole on the side of the sand pile, untied his belt, knelt there and peed into the sand pit, and took out an animal bone he had just picked up from his pocket.  It was only as thick as a thumb, and it belonged to an unknown beast. It had been eroded by the wind and sand and was very brittle, and could break with just a little force.  Yang Luo put the bones in the sand pit, covered them with sand, then grinned, crawled forward along the sand dunes, and finally lay down on the corner, sticking his head out to watch.  The hunter stood there waiting for more than ten minutes. He had to calm himself down, because this was not a game, but a fierce showdown between professional soldiers and professional soldiers.  And he also knew in his heart that he still underestimated his opponent, and now he had to deal with it carefully, otherwise he might be hunted if he was careless.  The hunter finally calmed down, raised his feet and walked cautiously to the other side of the sand dune.  When he walked to the other side of the dune, he suddenly stopped. The sniper rifle moved slightly. Through the sniper scope, he could clearly see the corner of his clothes exposed on an oblique section of the dune. His face couldn't help but reveal  smiled.  "Come out, this game is over." No one answered him. The corner of his clothes swayed with the breeze, and the hunter pulled the trigger without hesitation.  "Bang!" The warhead drilled into the sand, and a puff of smoke rose up, but still no one answered him, and the hem of the clothes was still swaying in the breeze.  The hunter frowned, raised his legs and walked over step by step. He walked very slowly. The short distance of more than 20 meters actually took seven or eight minutes.  "Damn bastard!" The hunter put down the sniper rifle that had been raised in the air and looked down at the shirt covered on the human-shaped sand pile.  The expression on his face kept changing, then he snorted coldly and walked towards the sand pile.  Suddenly, his feet sank, and there was a clear click in his ears. The corner of the hunter's eyes suddenly jumped, and his body suddenly froze.  He was so familiar with this sound that he yelled in his heart, "Landmine."  Especially in the desert, the sand layer is soft and has poor stability, making it difficult to remove once stepped on.  The hunter raised his gun again because he believed that the enemy was nearby. As long as he relaxed even a little bit, he might be fatally struck by the enemy.  But as time passed, the enemy did not appear as he imagined.  An hour has passed, two hours have passed, even if he has gone through brutal training, even if he can maintain the same movement day and night in any harsh environment.  But now he is still stepping on landmines, and his muscles have not relaxed for a moment, especially mentally. He has to prevent the enemy from suddenly appearing. His nerves are about to break, and the sweat on his forehead keeps flowing down and into his eyes.  However, the stinging feeling made him dare not blink.  It was another hour, and a thin layer of cloud covered the full moon in the sky, making the whole world dark.  The hunter's throat rolled, and his nerves began to slowly relax.  "Have you left?" The hunter murmured, and then waited for a while. There was no movement around, it was still so quiet.  The hunter breathed out and said softly: "It seems you have really left." After speaking, he slowly bent down, put the sniper rifle on the ground, and then pulled out the saber from his marine boots.  "Ha!" The sudden laughter made the hunter's heart skip a beat, and he quickly reached out to grab the sniper rifle beside him.  "Don't move, or I'll shoot you in the head!" Yang Luo walked out with the Type 92 pistol.  The hunter put down the sniper rifle he had grabbed, stood up slowly, and looked at the man standing less than three meters away in front of him. His weak body actually gave him a very aggressive and oppressive masculine charm.  .  At the same time, on the rising face,??A kind of calmness and calmness accumulated from the battlefield.  But in the calmness on the surface, his eyes, his skin, his head, and every cell in his body contained a hidden and terrifying fighting flame.  Like a barrel filled with gunpowder, it could explode with terrifying energy at any time and blow him to pieces.  The hunter's steel-hard face twitched, "You win!" Yang Luo walked over, picked up the sniper rifle, and then raised the Type 92 pistol in front of the hunter, with a child-like naughty smile on his face.  .  "Idiot, this gun has no bullets."
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