Manual of Space-Time Interference

Although Dialect was prepared, he still did not expect that the situation of this wandering team would be so bad.

The so-called supper is just a bowl of porridge, with a little bit of oil and water floating in it, with a faint salty taste. The only thing that can be regarded as a vegetable is probably the two leaves of wild vegetables.

"Captain Zhao." Dialect swallowed the gruel in his mouth and shouted at Zhao Cheng,

"how?"

Dialect considered it for a while before asking, "Now, how long has it been?"

"I'll take a look!" Zhao Cheng took out the mobile phone-like thing and looked at it before saying, "August 12, 2052, 8:30 pm."

Dialect nodded, put down the empty bowl, looked up at Zhao Cheng and asked, "How long have we been defeated here?"

"It's less than half a year." Zhao Cheng said, mixed the residue left at the bottom of the bowl, ate it in one bite, and licked the corner of his mouth before raising his head.

"If you want to ask anything, just ask. It's almost this time. It's useless to think about it." Zhao Cheng said, staring into Dialect's eyes.

He understood from the beginning that Dialect is a soldier, because the smell he carried on him cannot be washed away. Secondly, given the current situation, the things that these survivors basically know have little hidden value.

It doesn't really matter whether the dialect has amnesia or not. What matters is whether the dialect has ulterior motives, but in the current situation, Zhao Cheng can't see it either, and some things can only be slowly discovered in the future. .

Under the dim light, Zhao Cheng's eyes revealed an oppressive force that looked directly at people's hearts.

"Dialect, Longya, Huaxia Longya!" Dialect paused, said solemnly, and took off his gloves at the same time.

"Zhao Cheng, soldier, Huaxia soldier!" Zhao Cheng replied, holding the right hand extended by Dialect.

"Guo Zhu, a soldier, like the captain, a Chinese soldier." Guo Zhu also put his hand up, looked at each other and laughed.

The atmosphere in the tent calmed down again, and Dialect also smiled and took his hands back.

He knew that Zhao Cheng had always had doubts about himself, and the current introduction was a declaration that he would not have any ideas.

"Captain Zhao, what the **** happened to us?" Dialect thought for a while and asked, and then tentatively said, "Robot?"

"No!" Zhao Cheng shook his head. "But it's almost the same. This is a war between humans and machines."

"The robot still looks like a human. You know what we are fighting, it's just a pile of iron blocks, but this pile of iron blocks has machine guns, missiles, almost everything that should be there." Guo Zhu Interjected.

"In other words, what we are fighting is a war machine, a machine that has no emotions and is only controlled by a program." Zhao Cheng continued Guo Zhu's words. "The humanoid robot you're talking about, we haven't seen so far."

Dialect was stunned for a while, lowered his head, and thought deeply. After a little combination of some situations, he understood why.

Human beings are able to stand at the top because they have wisdom and the creativity brought about by wisdom.

But human beings are fragile and are not suitable for war. Whether in ancient times or now, war is more appropriately a battle between tools, swords, guns, arrows, bullets and firearms...

In a practical sense, humanoid robots are indeed not as useful as those mechanical reptiles on the frontal battlefield.

Whether in terms of the firepower it carries or its own armor, mechanical reptiles are more suitable than humanoid robots. At the same time, the precision of humanoid machines also represents the trouble of manufacturing and repairing...

"Brother Zhao, how did all this happen?" Dialect thought of this, raised his head and asked, this is the question he is most concerned about.

Zhao Cheng recalled a little and said, "I don't know, how it happened, we don't know either, when we received the communication, it was almost a full-scale war."

"If you want me to say, brother, it's useless to think about these things. It's happened before, so there's nothing to think about." Guo Zhu said, "You just need to know that the technology on the machine side is more advanced than ours!"

"Actually, it can't be said to be advanced, but it is more reasonable, the utilization rate is higher, and it is more suitable for war..." Zhao Cheng interrupted Guo Zhu's words and turned to look at the dialect, "What you encountered today is the most basic. Fighting machines, we call them reptiles."

"And that aircraft is also the most basic air combat machine."

"The most basic?" Dialect asked incredulously.

"Yes, it is the most basic." Zhao Cheng affirmed, "The most basic is the most basic, and that aircraft is only suitable for low-altitude combat. Besides, like us, there are different types of arms on the machine, missiles. , rockets, artillery..."

Zhao Cheng paused and said firmly, "They don't know pain, they don't know death, you can think about it, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of mechanical reptiles, rushing directly to your position~www.novelmt.com~ flesh and blood Collision with steel...

Dialect thought, his body shivered involuntarily.

"In the beginning, a battle could last a few days and a half months, but now." Zhao Cheng shook his head, "The city next to him was lost for less than half a year, and the entire battle would take less than a day."

Dialect was stunned for a while, and Zhao Cheng continued to say bitterly, "The number of them is increasing, while our number is decreasing..."

"Can we call back?"

Zhao Cheng was stunned for a moment, looked at the dialect next to him, and said loudly, "Yes! Absolutely!"

"Then how?"

"I don't know either, but as long as the entire army's communications are pulled up and the satellites are back in control, we have to fight!" Zhao Cheng said, "Many of our weapons cannot be used because there are no satellites!"

"Communication, can we still stand up?" Dialect asked tentatively.

Zhao Cheng shook his head, his original solid voice lowered, and he laughed self-deprecatingly, "I also want to know, but since the war started, it didn't take long for the communication to stop."

"If the communication is cut off, we will become blind. The eyes that we used to be proud of have become the eyes of the **** of death." Zhao Cheng said leisurely, turning his head to look at Guo Zhu,

"Actually, we've always wanted to call back, really wanted to, but now, we can only think about it..."

Fanxing, after a long absence, reappeared in the sky above this area, shining with his own light, but he didn't know how to comfort the poor people who were still living in this land.

Dialect shook his head, looking at the two people who looked haggard in the dim light,

Terminator world? Perhaps more appropriately, this is the world of machinery, the era of machinery...