Manual of Space-Time Interference

"Cough! Cough!"

A slight cough sounded abruptly in the basement, and Dialect stood up slowly, after shaking it twice, he sat down, raised his head and looked blankly at the ray of light beside him.

The sound of tinnitus slowly disappeared, Dialect shivered alertly, and his head finally returned to a conscious state. He looked around, silently picked up the military high-energy compressed biscuits on the ground, and ate them one by one. stand up.

What if someone put two cannons on their head one after another?

Maybe, probably, of course forgive him!

If he doesn't appear in front of his eyes...

Dialect thought bitterly, put away the remaining half-pack of compressed biscuits, took a sip of water to moisten his dry mouth, and then quietly leaned against the window with his rifle, through the tiny gap, Observing the outside world, he didn't say a word.

He didn't dare to say the rude words again. God knows, if he had the ability to say, "If you have the ability, let's try a nuclear bomb...", will a nuclear bomb really fly around the arc to the top of his head.

By the time……

Although Lao Maozi's basement is very solid, there are no gaps between the two shells, but if it is replaced by a nuclear bomb, it is estimated that no matter how hard it is, there is no trace of egg use. The heat wave and air pressure formed by the explosion are enough to kill him. Do it a hundred times...

But why is there no gunshot at all?

The grass on the grass outside is still firmly rooted on the soil, facing the direction of the sun, slowly stretching its depressed body, the outside world seems to be as silent as before, and the sun in the sky is the same as before. Brilliant, splendid...

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Finally, two different gunshots began to sound slowly, and then gradually became denser, resounding in every corner of the area, but it seemed that the gunshots from the British army were much weaker, not as arrogant as before... …

"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"

"boom!"

A flash of fire flashed in front of us, and then, the rotating propeller fell on the ground in front of him. After a large piece of soil was lifted, it slowly stopped. At the same time, the wreckage of the helicopter also fell. It landed on the ground, less than 100 meters away from the dialect, the flames above were still rising, and then slowly stopped...

"Gollum!"

The dialect's Adam's apple rolled involuntarily, and slowly, he moved the template a little bit again, and the outside world finally appeared in front of his eyes.

"Boo! Hah! Hah!"

The sound of piercing the sky kept ringing, and it was matched by the roaring sound that kept ringing. He looked at it, quickly retracted his body and leaned against the wall. After tightening his rifle, he gently closed it. He opened his eyes, opened them slowly, and quietly looked at this dim space.

The sound of gunshots has been completely suppressed, and there are only constant explosions in the whole world, and among them, there may be that scream...

"call!"

Dialect exhaled, his chest kept heaving, but he didn't make any movement. He knew that it was not the time to go out by himself. Perhaps it is more appropriate to say, before no one stepped into this basement, or before the artillery fire. He didn't plan to go out until he threatened himself.

The outside world is terrifying now. If he doesn't want to find even a little residue when he dies, he'd better stay in this basement, but for Lao Maozi and the NATO coalition who are now at war , to retain the whole body after death, perhaps also their highest luxury.

Gunshots, bombing, tanks firing, the hum of helicopters, the roar of fighter jets...

This city, which was once thought to be a side battlefield by dialects, became noisy in an instant, and then completely turned into a paradise of death, a furnace of flesh and blood, and a tomb of steel...

...

In the sound of artillery fire, the sky slowly became dark, the clear day finally came to an end, and the night slowly unfolded her fascinating side...

The sound of gunshots and roaring slowly subsided, but there were still a few sudden flashes of fire, breaking the hard-won moment of tranquility.

One automatic rifle, one sniper rifle, one pistol, 109 rounds of rifle bullets, 16 rounds of sniper rifle bullets, 2 grenades, 30 pistol bullets, two 8x scopes, one hologram, and a muddy combat uniform , an intact helmet, half a pack of military high-energy compressed biscuits...

Dialect counted his supplies again, and then sat silently in the center of the basement, looking at the map on the ground, constantly thinking about where he should flee to if he suffered an emergency.

The NATO coalition forces should still occupy a dominant position in the city, and air supremacy is also in the hands of NATO, but Lao Maozi also began to counterattack slowly, dragging the NATO coalition forces into the city's street battles.

The battle camouflage uniform on his body belongs to the NATO coalition forces, and the guns in his hands are also from the NATO coalition forces. The easiest way to judge friends and foes on the battlefield is to judge the sound of gunfire, because generally speaking, soldiers can't pick them up at will. used by enemy weapons.

First of all, picking up the enemy's weapon at random and using it may make your comrades misjudge, because the sounds fired by different standard guns will be different.

You can imagine a situation. When you were fighting a positional battle, there was a burst of enemy gunfire behind you. It was you, do you panic? Stimulating or not? Will it cause misjudgment?

So the current situation is very embarrassing for the dialect, wearing the skin of the NATO coalition army, but with a Chinese face, no matter where you go, it is a direct rhythm...

Maybe, go to the side and get close to Lao Maozi, and then put on Lao Maozi's skin and wear a mask when interspersed?

Dialect's finger swiped on the map~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and slowly drew a route out. He turned his head, estimated the direction, and shook his head again.

No, Lao Maozi is still in a weak position, it is too dangerous to wear Lao Maozi's skin, and his clothes and rifle can't be changed yet, God knows if Lao Maozi will tie a mine lead to a rifle, or Put a bomb in the magazine.

Then, you can only rely on the side of the NATO coalition, relying on the decorations on your body to get away from the center of the battlefield, and then wander around the periphery?

The dialect moved towards, and again stroked the map in front of him with his finger, but stopped abruptly in the air, then quickly turned to the rifle on the side, and picked it up gently.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Several gunshots flashed around suddenly, followed by a series of footsteps, and those hurried shouts...

"Gaudi, Hook, watch the door!"

"Chris, Areyouok?"