Manual of Space-Time Interference

Date: January 14, 2043

Location: Lao Maozi, Moscow Kremlin

"boom!"

The door was violently pushed open, and a group of people walked in. Looking at President Kecharel, who was still crouching at his desk to handle affairs, he stepped forward and said, "President, you need to move to a safe area immediately!"

"The gunshots sounded?" Kecharel raised his head and asked. After seeing Secretary of Defense Eames nod, he immediately stood up, surrounded by security personnel, and ran to the underground platform.

He knew that now, unlike World War II, if he really wanted to kill him, a few conventional warheads that burrowed into the ground would be enough.

"Where is their attack direction, and how are our preparations?" Kecharel asked as he walked.

"The main attack direction is located in the Ukraine area, and at the same time, a feint attack was launched in the direction of St. Petersburg. The enemy carried out intense electromagnetic interference on the front line. The casualty situation on the front line is currently unknown. At the same time, we are in a disadvantaged area in space warfare."

Eames replied, and followed Kecharil on the high-speed underground train.

"How about the counterattack?"

Kecharil continued to ask, and at the same time took the tablet handed by the secretary next to him.

"Electronic countermeasures have been implemented, the missile units have been launched towards the established targets, the mobile units have been fighting according to the established plan, the corresponding reinforcements are already on the way, the drone swarm and the air force are fighting for air supremacy, and the naval forces are also fighting back at the same time. The backlash in space has begun, and backup satellites are about to be launched."

Kecharel listened, nodded, and then continued to ask, "What about the evacuation of the people?"

"There's no way, there's a full-scale war now..." Eames replied with a wry smile, "They didn't declare war, and we didn't have much time for a full-scale evacuation."

"Release information from various channels to inform the public that it's time to pick up the guns in their hands!" Kecharel said, leaning back on the seat, "count the number of nuclear warheads and aim at the established target,"

"I have aimed at the established target, waiting for your order." Eames replied.

"Yeah!" Kecharel nodded slightly, thought for a while, and continued, "No hurry, just a second nuclear strike!"

"Yes!" Eames replied,

"I can only pray that this war will not become a human bell..." Kecharil sighed suddenly, as if he had remembered something, and continued to ask, "How is the situation in other countries?"

"According to the forecast, comprehensive..."

…

"Keep going, keep moving forward."

"Crazy world."

"In the face of the pain... Holding the grass, is this wearing?"

Fang Yan stared at the completely different environment around him in a stunned manner, squeezed his thigh and paw, then looked at the uncooked fish, and silently threw it aside.

In the dark space, with the dim moonlight outside the window, Dialect glanced at the surrounding decorations a little, and already determined a fact,

This is the future, and the location is not in the territory of Huaxia!

The owner of the house should have walked very hastily, because the decorations in the room were unusually messy, and clothes and cosmetics were thrown on the ground at will, and they were slightly covered with dust.

"It's really cold!"

Feeling the coldness of the surrounding environment, Dialect shivered involuntarily, took a few steps towards the wardrobe, opened it, took out a leather jacket and put it on his body, and slowly searched the room to face him. His useful stuff...

"Lao Maozi's words? Fighting nation?"

Dialect muttered, closed the book in his hand again, put it down slowly, then picked up the watch next to him, looked at the slowly moving second hand, and put it on his hand.

Looking around again, he didn't find anything useful. He continued to raise his footsteps and tried to press the light switch at the door, but found that there was no response at all.

Shaking his head, the dialect continued to search for each room, the bathroom, the kitchen, the living room...

Until the end, he looked at some of the things he found and sighed silently.

The water was cut off, the electricity was cut off, and the natural gas was cut off. The food was only some snacks, and the most suitable weapon was a small fruit knife.

I don't know the time, I don't know the place, and there's no one...

Thinking of this, Dialect paused for a moment, picked up the fruit knife, tightened it tightly, turned around and walked towards the door lightly.

There are many kinds of situations in which no one is there. One is that the human race is almost dead. Another possibility is that this area has become a dangerous area. Either way, it is not good news for him who only has a fruit knife.

"Squeak..."

With a cloud of dust drifting away, the door of the house finally opened slowly. Dialect held a knife and glanced around guardingly, and then he slowly took a few steps outside.

Quiet, there is even a somewhat unusual smell...

Dialect watched, and slowly moved towards the window at the end of the corridor, and some bullet holes, mixed with blood, slowly appeared in his field of vision, but he still didn't see any corpses.

"Bang! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A series of sounds faintly sounded in the distance, and Dialect subconsciously lay on the ground. Having experienced the battlefield, he already knew what these familiar sounds meant.

A faint humming sound came from a distance, and the dialect's ears moved, crawled, and slowly squatted up. In this dark corridor, he gently walked back to just now. Then he slowly closed the door, UU reading www.uukanshu.com did not make the slightest sound.

Slightly relieved, Dialect walked over to the living balcony of the kitchen, slightly exposed his head, and looked at the glowing red night sky in the distance.

Sparks continued to bloom in that area, and at the same time, the sound of gunfire became louder and wider, and the light buzzing in the sky began to become denser. Instantly became noisy...

Dialect watched, slowly withdrew his head, half-squatted and walked to the original bedroom, then leaned against the bed, looked at the basically empty room, and sighed.

Start with a fruit knife, no dog, no equipment to pick up, the most typical orphan start, but you still have to live in this world for ten days.

Ten days to live under total war...

PUBG Battle Royale Futuristic War 10 Days mod version…

Tsk, the world is so kind to me!

Dialect pursed his lips, looked at the faint firelight outside the window, and abandoned these useless thoughts. Combined with his only equipment and the environment he was in, he thought carefully about his own way out.

Guns, this is the biggest problem. If you don’t have a gun, it means you have no ability to protect yourself. But if you find a gun, you will be upgraded from a refugee to an armed person. With your face, once you show up, it is estimated that They are about to be stabbed directly, whether it is Lao Maozi or their enemy...

You should be able to find a lot of food and drinking water in this building, so don't worry for the time being.

So?

Go live?

Dialect thought, with a strange look on his face, thought about it carefully, and nodded very seriously.

Yes, stay, you must stay!

Gou ten days, good luck, go home and eat chicken!