The stumps and broken arms fell on the surface of the sand sea with blood and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Tragedies continued to unfold, even Yan Jing couldn't bear to watch anymore, let alone the other survivors on the broken ship. After all, the broken ship under his feet obviously could not hold on for long, and the sinking trend showed no signs of stopping.

Yan Jing had no intention of appeasing them. Instead, he walked along the side of the ship to the highest point of the broken ship and picked up the telescope he had just found in the cab.

He must determine the location of the research ship as soon as possible in order to estimate the time.

If the ship sank and they still didn't come, Yan Jing would have to think of other ways.

Yan Jing was lucky, or the torch would not lie. As the telescope was moving, a black shadow suddenly flashed across his field of vision. When he moved back, he saw a large ship heading towards their location.

Come.

The speed was not slow. By estimating the current distance between the two sides, Yan Jing felt that the broken ship under his feet should be able to support it until rescue arrived.

However, he ignored one thing.

The half of the sinking ship underfoot is what really attracts those worms!

Bang~bang~

Before Yan Jing could put down the telescope in his hand, the trembling of the ship's hull and the subsequent noise immediately caught his attention.

Looking down, through the bottom of the cabin where the hull was broken, several worms rushed in at some unknown time. They scurried around inside the hull, causing gravel to pour into the cabin at an extremely fast speed.

To the worms, the broken ship was like a meat can. They couldn't wait to open the lid and were ready to cut holes in the body of the can first.

This is by no means good news for Yan Jing.

The survivors on the ship noticed this and, not surprisingly, fell into a state of panic again.

Yan Jing stared at the cabin for a while, then suddenly turned around and shouted,

"Anyone who wants to live, shut up!"

As the savior of everyone present, Yan Jing's words still had an effect. Everyone was silent for a moment, and all their eyes turned to him.

"Throw the rope under your feet."

Seeing that the situation was temporarily stable, Yan Jing looked at the pale middle-aged man not far away, tapped the rope beside him, and then said,

"I will lure away the swarm of worms later, but don't make any noise, otherwise if the ship sinks, no one will survive!"

Taking the rope, Yan Jing bent down and smashed the glass of the cab with a punch, tied the rope to the steering wheel, tied the other end to his waist, and then returned to the outside, looking at the front half of the ship on the opposite side.

After the giant beast cut off the hull, the front half rolled over on the sandy sea and almost half of it has sunk.

The key is that it is not far from the back half where Yan Jing is, and there is still a height difference.

With his leather boots stepping on the deck, Yan Jing flew towards the highest section of the broken ship. He jumped up through the gap, dragged the rope around his waist and boarded the front half of the ship. When he turned around again, he already had an AK in his hand.

.

The reason for choosing this gun is very simple. There are limited firearms for sale with low authority in the Torch Market, and the AK47 is cheap enough and highly adaptable. Yan Jing bought three of them and piled them in the space, saving even maintenance. They are just in use right now.

use.

He aimed at the swarm of worms scurrying in the cabin and pulled the trigger. He didn't care whether he could hit or not, all he wanted was to create enough momentum to attract the swarm of worms.

The continuous gunshots and Yan Jing's constant stamping on the hull caused vibrations. Without any accidents, the worm swarm collectively changed direction and quickly got into the vicinity of the front half of the hull.

The brown worm body is writhing in the sea of ​​sand, which makes people frown.

The sharp mouthparts smashed through the hull, which was already becoming more fragile under the successive impacts, and a large number of gaps appeared, causing the front half of the hull to sink rapidly.

At this time, Yan Jing, who looked almost like a Middle Eastern gangster, let out a low sigh, then took out two more worms from the space and threw them towards the place where the worms were most densely packed.

The air wave generated by the explosion carried the dark green viscous liquid and the pieces of the worm's trunk and threw them everywhere. This only temporarily stopped the worm's offensive, and the subsequent penetration became more and more violent.

Seeing that it was almost done, Yan Jing decisively climbed back to the rear half of the boat with the help of the rope around his waist. This time and again, it took seven or eight minutes for rescue to arrive!

As soon as he returned to the roof of the cab, Yan Jing saw several fusiform sailboats riding on the sand waves in the direction of the research ship he had spotted earlier.

Picking up a telescope, you can see clearly that the shapes of the sailboats are somewhat similar to willow leaves, except that they all seem to have some kind of propulsion device installed at the bottom. They emit blue-gray tail flames as they move forward, and the driver passes through

Control the jib to control the direction.

Glancing at the swarm of worms that were still furious below, Yan Jing was afraid that the people who came to rescue would be killed, so he quickly pulled a piece of colorful cloth and waved it in his hand, while pointing his other hand downwards and shouting,

"Monster! Watch out!"

His reminder had no effect. Those people had no intention of slowing down at all, and the swarm of worms had already noticed their arrival. Some of them abandoned the front half of the ship and headed straight for them.

Just when Yan Jing thought something was going to happen to those people, he saw one of the pilots whistle, and then everyone uniformly took out a short-barreled firearm and shot some spherical objects into the sky.

The next second, Yan Jing saw only ice blue fog exploding above his head.

A stream of cold air swept across their location in an instant.

The swarm of worms that were still rampant before disappeared into the depths of the sand sea in the blink of an eye, never to be seen again.

"Huh~ I'm finally saved..."

"It's over, that's the flag of the traceability school, everything is over!"

Yan Jing looked at the approaching sailboat and just took a breath when he saw a middle-aged man he had rescued before suddenly kneeling to the ground. The panic on his face was no less than when he encountered a swarm of worms in the sand sea before.

"What's the meaning?"

Yan Jing, sensing something was wrong, grabbed his collar and asked in a deep voice.

"The school of traceability, haven't you heard of it? That ship is carrying a group of crazy scientists. If you are caught by them, the end will be more miserable than being buried in the sea of ​​sand!"

The middle-aged man shouted hysterically, broke free from Yan Jing's hand, and ran towards the cab, seemingly trying to get down to the cabin and hide. However, as soon as he took a few steps out, a round of bullets hit him directly.

On the deck next to him.

"Everyone put down their weapons immediately, put their heads in their hands, and squat down! Otherwise, you will die!"

The words shouted by the hoarse voice penetrated through the sand and dust, making the survivors on the ship feel cold all over.

Yan Jing glanced at the fully armed soldiers standing on the mechanical sailboat, then looked at the boundless sea of ​​sand around him, and pursed his lips.
Chapter completed!