The car kept moving, so the helicopter and fighter jet soon vanished from sight.
Yang Yi, excited, raised his right hand and high-fived Zhang Yong forcefully, both bursting into exhilarated laughter.
"Shall we head into the desert?"
"No, not into the desert. Just keep driving on the road, take every turn we see, but we can't go into the desert. Following wheel tracks, we'd never be able to run away."
"But there's quite a distance to the next turn if we continue on this road."
"No choice, it's up to fate now."
Zhang Yong seemed calm, but his words lacked confidence.
However, they were now at the mercy of luck. Good luck would mean finding a turn before the enemies arrived; bad luck would mean a direct confrontation. In any case, they could not enter the desert since, without fuel, they wouldn't be able to leave, and Yang Yi and the others would have to walk out on foot.
