Manual of Space-Time Interference

Time, walking slowly, sparse dust constantly falling from the ceiling, the pebbles on the ground jumped from time to time, various sounds began to interlace on this battlefield, and the gunshots were only the least audible among them. Just a sound.

"Ta, ta, ta!"

The sound of footsteps on the gravel was very light, but at the same time, it was also very fast. There were three steps in total, three people...

Dialect held his breath for a while, shrank his body hidden under the wooden board again, and then tightened the pistol in his hand, swallowing a few times involuntarily in his throat.

The second-level disability is not just talking about it. Once someone finds out, if you are lucky, you can say it if you are an old man. If you are unlucky, you can actually replace one at the end, and then wait for a grenade to end your life... …

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Lao Maozi's slightly dull gunshot sounded in an instant, and then the dialect heard a low hum, and then, in the narrow corridor outside the door, there were dense gunshots.

A dark shadow came in from the door in an instant, and there was a strange look on the dialect's face. Looking at the NATO soldier who kept turning sideways to attack, he quietly raised his pistol.

Why do you always leave me behind?

"boom!"

A cloud of gunpowder smoke emerged from the muzzle of the pistol, and the dialect pulled the trigger a few times again. Looking at the NATO soldier who was dead, he slowly opened the wooden board, then adjusted the position and put the gun on. Mouth sternly aimed at the door.

The sound of the exchange of fire in the corridor slowly stopped, the footsteps began to sound again, the dialect rolled his Adam's apple, took a few quick breaths of the stale air, and then completely calmed down.

A head slowly emerged from the door, and the dialect moved the muzzle of the gun in an instant, but the index finger was slightly buckled but released in an instant, looking at the figure at the door, and moved the muzzle to the side.

There was still no dialogue. After the petite body glanced at him, he continued to run in the direction where the NATO soldiers fell to the ground, and then Dialect heard two crisp gunshots.

You're making it hard for me, Diana...

Fang Yan looked at the wall opposite the corridor, and in the end he could only helplessly shake his head and smile bitterly. The petite body flashed past the door again. He opened his mouth, but didn't say a word.

But not long after, the light footsteps sounded again, paused in front of the door, and then walked in directly.

"Yours!" Diana said, putting a crutch in her hand beside the dialect, then sat beside, quietly looking at the dialect, as if hoping that he could pick it up, and then follow her leaning on.

Dialect's eyes shifted from the crutches on the ground to Diana's face, then laughed abruptly, stretched out his hand to hold the crutches beside him, and slowly stood up against the ground.

"We are comrades in arms!"

An incomprehensible Chinese word came out of Diana's mouth, and the dialect was stunned for a while, then looked at the small fist stretched out in front of him, and slowly extended his right hand against it.

"We are comrades in arms!"

Dialect said solemnly, and then smiled when he saw the smile that reappeared on Diana's face. He took two steps with a cane, took the pistol in his hand, and then turned to Diana and said, "Next You led the way, Diana, I think you will be more familiar than me!"

"Um!"

Diana nodded her head, then replaced the rifle's magazine with her own unskilled method, and walked slowly towards the door...

"Thanks!"

Dialect murmured softly, looking at Diana who was looking around from time to time to be vigilant, and followed slowly with crutches...

The weather was always sunny, the gunfire became fragmented at this time, and the sound of the gunfire was slowly moving away. The dialect followed Diana's footsteps and shuttled through the buildings, towards Diana, a local who thought it was safe. The place moves slowly.

It seems that he was influenced by this little old Maozi girl, or he was influenced by his old Maozi military uniform. The further back he went to dialect, the more relaxed he felt, because Lao Maozi's team would always pass by by himself. It is time to give the greatest firepower suppression, so that the people on the NATO coalition can't lift their heads at all...

However, in some scattered battles, the simple cane was finally abandoned by the dialect. This thing really affected his actions too much. Even if he jumped with one leg, it would be faster than with a cane, although It's really tiring, but it's safer.

...

"Diana, take a break."

Dialect said breathlessly, and then sat down slowly against the wall. He is really too tired now.

Except for being supported by a rifle while walking in the building or being supported by Diana, he has been hopping all the way for nearly 4 hours. For him who has basically been hopping on one foot, he can live It seems to be a miracle so far.

"drink water?"

A can of drink was handed over from Diana's hand, along with an unopened package of compressed biscuits. Dialect took it and tore it open, then took half of it and put it back in Diana's hand, and slowly ate it. stand up.

"Diana, what do you want most now?" Dialect asked abruptly, looking at Diana's dusty face, quietly waiting for her answer.

"I don't know!" Diana replied, quietly eating what was in her hand.

Dialect pondered for a while, and asked tentatively, "Do you miss your parents?"

Without answering, Diana's hand paused, then looked up at Dialect's eyes and nodded her head.

"Yeah!" Fang Yan replied softly, shoved a few biscuits in his hand into his mouth, and then drank the beverage in the can.

I made a promise before, that is to give Zhao Yutong more candy, and now, I have another promise, that is to let Diana live a good life, with her father and her mother...

But in this time and space, forgive my powerlessness...

"Let's go!" Diana said, pulling the dialect out of her thoughts, then sticking her head out the door, constantly observing all the abnormalities on this empty road.

"Let's go..." Fang Yan sighed, followed Diana's footsteps and jumped out, constantly using the rifle to maintain his balance, and slowly walked towards the distance.

It was very quiet, the sound of gunfire seemed to have left, and the sun in the sky began to glow with a red light, which was then reflected on the two figures, one large and one small, who were constantly walking through this empty street.

Slowly, she seemed to have sensed that the danger was far away, Diana silently held Fang Yan's right hand, smiled at Fang Yan, and followed Fang Yan's footsteps step by step and walked forward along the road.

"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"

The sound of artillery fire in the city behind him slowly extinguished, and a large number of low-flying helicopters appeared in the sky again. Dialect stopped, looked up at the helicopter formation flying through the sky, and slowly took He took off the helmet that was still on his head.

The ground began to tremble slightly, but the dialect smiled abruptly, and then laughed uncontrollably, until he laughed out his own tears, and he slowly stopped.

His face was covered with blood and dust, his hair was covered with a layer of gray, and he looked abnormally messy.

Dialect looked at the tank driving past him and held Diana's hand tightly, only to find an old man chewing gum jumped out of the tank~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and walked towards him and Diana come over.

"Brother, good job!"

With the clear Chinese, a piece of chewing gum was stuffed into Dialect's hand, Lao Maozi touched Diana's head, and then said quickly to Dialect, "Go along the road, there is an evacuation point after 3 kilometers, where is there? Doctors and plenty of food!"

After speaking, the old Maozi patted the dialect on the shoulder, watched a military vehicle passing by and climbed up directly, then turned around and gave his thumbs up to the dialect...

As the convoy moved further and further, Fang Yan smiled, then split the piece of chewing gum in his hand into two halves, and handed the half to Diana before stuffing it into his mouth.

It's sweet, never been sweeter...

Dialect kept chewing the half piece of chewing gum, his face filled with satisfaction and happiness, he held Diana's hand, leaning on the rifle, and slowly walked towards the evacuation point in the mouth of this old Maozi.

Big hand holding small hand, small hand holding big hand, under the afterglow of the setting sun, two shadows, one big and one small, are continuously stretched, and then stretched again...