Guns on Wheels
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GUNS ON WHEELS
System Requirements
- OS *: Windows 7 or higher
- Processor: 1.5 Ghz
- Memory: 2 MB RAM
- Graphics: 256MB DirectX 9 or higher
- DirectX: Version 7.0
- Storage: 1 MB available space
- Sound Card: Any
- VR Support: No
- Additional Notes: It may vary
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About This Game
Shoot. Dodge. Destroy. Let the desert remember your name. In this third-person shooter, there’s no finish line—only forgotten temples, relentless enemies, and a never-ending war on wheels.
Detailed Description
The sun scorches the ruins of a forgotten world. Only sand, metal... and you remain.
In an endless desert where time has stopped, the temples of an extinct civilization rise like shadows of the past. But they are not empty. Something guards them. Something ancient. Something armed.
You are a war car, forged for battle, with missiles on the hood and a thirst for destruction under the chassis. There’s no racing here—only surviving, shooting, conquering.
Welcome to the arena. Welcome to the dust.
Key Features:
Third-person shooting with tactical, high-speed driving
Customizable vehicles with brutal weapons and unique abilities
Ruins, canyons, temples, and oases turned into battlegrounds
Mechanical enemies, stone guardians, defense towers, and rival war cars
Story mode and survival challenges in a dry, hostile, and beautiful world
Each fight is a duel to the death on wheels. Slam the gas, aim true, and let the desert hear your roar.
Glory isn’t written. It’s burned into the sand with fire and rubber.