Manual of Space-Time Interference

"Crack!"

Dialect put the pistol's magazine on it, pulled the bolt, raised it to take a look at the debris next to it, and then slowly put it down again, unloading the bullets in the gun chamber.

If one survives, there will be future fortunes……

"Pooh!"

If the person who said this was standing in front of him right now, the dialect would definitely walk up and slap two big ears, and then let him feel what real cruelty is...

Two packs of ordinary biscuits, one bag of military high-energy compressed biscuits, one pack of potato chips, two bottles of mineral water, and two cans of beverages. This is the only thing that Dialect found after opening his broken backpack and searching the entire house.

He knows very well that if he wants to ensure his long-term athletic ability and ability to fight back, he can only eat these things for 4 days at most, and the remaining days, but there are still 9 days, which is extraordinarily special to him. long.

At the same time, he also understands that the injury on his left leg does not allow him to go out to search again in a short period of time. Although there is no fracture again, but now he is also on the edge of the fracture, an inadvertent A sharp turn may make him directly incapacitated.

When the time comes, a limping person, even with a cane, will appear on the modern battlefield?

Fang Yan shook his head, lifted the things next to him, looked at the bedroom where the traces had been completely cleaned up, lifted the things next to him, then limped down, opened the small door in the basement, and stepped in slowly, Then he tucked a thin wire on the edge of the door and gently covered it.

Eat half a pack of biscuits a day for 4 days, a pack of potato chips for 1 day, a pack of military high-energy compressed biscuits for 3 days, add up to 8 days, then starve for half a day, return to modern times half-dead, and faint one Lao Maozi called and waited 20 minutes to get on the plane home.

Of course, at that time, the half-dead self could not make a fool of a fighting nation stunned, that was another question...

And this is the script set by the dialect for the rest of his life, and the script set under ideal conditions follows the basic principle of "If you can live, you can live." Chicken." strategic approach...

This is a helpless move, but at the same time, it may be the wisest decision he has made now.

Because, he's just a war orphan now...

...

On the first day in the basement, he slept peacefully and peacefully. The sound of artillery fire in the distance was more like a cradle of music to him than a prelude to death...

The next day, he was in a daze in the basement for a long time, sitting in front of the only window that could see the outside world, looking at the world after the war was devastated, and then stood up again, holding his own tactics The flashlight began to search for everything that could be used in this basement, and kept drumming.

On the third day, the sound of artillery fire in the distance began to be intense unexpectedly. Dialect was worried for a while at first, but he was relieved later, because all of this was still a little far away from him, so he didn't need to think about it at all, so he should eat it. Eat, sleep when you should, just like a hermit in the battlefield, living her own life.

However, on the fourth day, the taste started to go wrong, or the whole script began to go wrong. The sound of artillery fire in the distance began to be concentrated, and the gunfire around began to sound faintly, but still no footsteps were heard. , which gave the dialect a sigh of relief, and then sealed the window with wooden boards, leaving only a gap to observe the outside situation.

Also on this day, it may be regarded as the only good news so far, that the swelling on his left calf has disappeared, although there will still be a tingling sensation, but at least the simple action is not a big problem. ,

On the fifth day, nothing had changed, but since the dialect was shot in the head, everything changed, and then, everything was messed up...

The whole script...

"Pooh!"

Dialect lying on the ground spit out a mouthful of sand in his mouth, raised his head slightly, then patted the top of his head, and a burst of dust fell directly.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Intensive artillery fire began to sound around, but I don't know if it was the reason why there would not be two shells in a crater. At least until now, Dialect has not been shot again on the top of his head.

The dust kept falling from the ceiling, Dialect supported the ground staggeringly stood up, opened his eyes wide, and then patted his head vigorously, and the world in front of him changed from two to one again. One.

"I dropped a turtle! Someone put a cannon on top of my head?"

Dialect stared at his eyes and muttered to himself incredulously. Slowly, he looked at the scattered debris and the wall with no gaps, and then quickly walked to the place where he put his equipment. The same place, the same is worn on his body.

"Crack!"

A bullet was quickly put into the barrel of the gun, and the dialect took a deep breath of the dusty air, and slowly brought his eyes to the gap in the window, then slowly retracted it, and sat down. in the center of the basement.

The artillery fire is still continuing, but it has gradually moved away from this area, and the density has also begun to decline. Next, the troops on the ground should be fighting in the city. The place where I am may change in a few minutes. the most intense battlefield.

Corpses all over the place?

NO!

At this time, in this era, you shouldn't think about the situation where there are still corpses lying everywhere, because maybe you won't even be able to find your corpse at that time.

Cannonballs and missiles fly together, planes and helicopters contend, maybe until the end~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Your identity can only be proved by the small military badge on your neck, and the roster in the database... …

"Turtle, did I blow up your ancestral grave or what!"

Dialect scolded, took out the only remaining military high-energy compressed biscuits, then opened the remaining bottle and a half of mineral water, swallowed quickly, and prepared for the next possible battle.

"If you have the ability, give me another shot!" Fang Yan scolded while holding the compressed biscuits in his hand, then swallowed hard, and took a sip of the mineral water next to him.

"call out!"

A sharp voice that cut through the sky suddenly sounded, the compressed biscuits in Dialect's hand fell directly, and even the teeth that were still chewing stopped. on the ground.

I have never believed that there is such a magical thing as a crow's mouth in this world...

until……

Another shot in the top of my head...