Bang bang bang, da da da!
9:15 AM, the dark sky suddenly brightened, and the entire Western Desert once again welcomed the dawn. The sun rose high, and the vast expanse of the desert was filled with the roar of engines and the crisp sound of gunfire.
On the horizon, hundreds of exaggeratedly modified sand bandit vehicles were chasing two survivor caravans, rushing from Sand Snake Mouth all the way to Akse, wildly bouncing over the gravel beach, tires crushing the weathered camel thorns, exploding into sharp crackles like the lament of bones being chewed.
These sand bandit vehicles were like a steel flood, stirring up rolling yellow sand across the desert.
