Manual of Space-Time Interference

Last night, after talking for a long time, the dialect also had a general understanding of the situation in this world.

The country has not yet fallen, or in other words, mankind has not completely failed, because in the rear of this can be said to be the mechanical base, there is no large-scale battle-type machinery.

The search for survivors is only a few scattered basic combat machines, and the main use is still camera capture, but this may also be related to the frontal battlefield that wiped out most of the humans.

The source of the mechanical era, the dialect has not been found, and there is no clue, but according to the plot in some movies, it may also be caused by the confusion of the logic of an artificial intelligence.

A very familiar world, because in the time and space of 2052, some modern shadows can still be found, but at the same time it is very unfamiliar, because this world has become a mechanical world, and the people who call the shots are no longer human...

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The night began to be slowly replaced by a whitish color on the horizon, with a few more gleams and a foggy feeling.

"Dialect, get up!" Zhao Cheng, who was outside the tent, lifted the curtain and shouted at the dialect lying inside.

Opening his eyes, Fang Yan rubbed it, looked at the bright sky outside, picked up the gun beside him, and walked out behind Zhao Cheng.

At this point in time, the other people had not woken up yet, or maybe they didn't want to wake up, so only Guo Zhu, Zhao Cheng and Dialect were standing outside.

"Eat it." Zhao Cheng handed over a bowl, and Dialect took it and glanced at it.

Similar to the meal last night, it was also a bowl of gooey porridge, but without those few wild vegetable leaves, it looked even more monotonous.

The taste is still the same,

Dialect ate silently, without saying a word, slowly adjusting to the life that belongs to this time and space, struggling...

He didn't tell Zhao Cheng that he still had two bags of compressed biscuits in his backpack, nor did he tell Zhao Cheng what he had left.

In the past, he might have taken out all the things in his backpack at such a moment, but now, he has gradually changed, becoming cold-blooded and selfish.

But he understands that as long as he can survive, it is the biggest commitment to this time and space, and the biggest struggle against fate, although he still doesn't understand what fate is.

A person's strength is small.

But at the same time, the small power will also shine with dazzling brilliance. Maybe in this world, he can't do anything to save the world, maybe even himself. On the contrary, as long as he returns to the modern age, his insignificant Power, but it will change the direction of the future, change the world...

Experience makes people familiar, and years make people grow old.

Time is just a pig-killing knife, or a whetstone. In the old dialect, it was a dull knife. It wasn't very smart, and it was a little impulsive, but now, he has taken a slight edge...

"Okay, they'll take care of these later, let's go!" Zhao Cheng looked at the dim sky and stood up.

Dialect put the bowl aside, picked up the gun next to him, followed behind Zhao Cheng, and walked out of the camp.

In the world, there is nothing for nothing, and the same is true for dialects.

In the apocalypse, it is a very lucky thing to be led by a captain with rich survival experience, especially for the dialects that are still ignorant in this world. If there is no Zhao Cheng, maybe even that city would not be able to come out yesterday.

Therefore, Dialect chose to stay in this wandering team and slowly explore the truth of this mechanical era.

But this does not mean that he can eat and live for free. The survivor team does not support idlers. This is what Zhao Cheng revealed last night, especially when the team is about to run out of food.

The search a few days ago did not yield much results, which may also be related to the brutal battle in the outer positions.

After discussing it last night, Zhao Cheng decided to go to the city again today, but this time, it was the center of the city, where the dialect came yesterday.

It was still the same, there were only three people, but Wang Bai was replaced by the dialect, the warrior of Longya.

"Don't make a sound, don't talk." Zhao Cheng urged,

Dialect nodded and walked behind Zhao Cheng to the ruins in front of him. He knew that this sentence was addressed to him, because only he would not understand the laws of survival in this world.

There is no shortage of guns in the Mechanical Era, at least under the observation of the dialect, this homeless team, except Wang Bai's daughter Wang Yutong, basically has one.

More appropriately, what the Mechanical Era lacks is people, especially warriors like dialects.

Slowly moving forward, after entering the city, you can clearly feel the group's slowing speed. The seemingly silent ruins hide a murderous intention...

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"Take a break!" Zhao Cheng said, now they have entered the sewer, which is the one leading to the center of the city.

"Captain, where shall we go later?" Guo Zhu said, looking at Zhao Cheng who was observing the city map.

"Supermarket!" Zhao Cheng replied, putting his tactical tablet in the middle of the three, "There should still be some things in the warehouse of the supermarket. We will go this way later, no one knows how far the sewers can go. You'll be out later, so be careful."

Zhao Cheng pointed to the map on the tablet and warned the two of them. After watching them nod their heads, he continued, "Check the weapons and equipment for the last time~www.novelmt.com~ Rest for five minutes, hurry up and strive for the sunrise Go to the supermarket before!"

The two nodded and checked the guns in their hands carefully again. At this time, no detail can be overlooked. During the battle, it is never possible to give you time to check the guns.

"Crack!"

Dialect opened the safety of the rifle, pulled the bolt, and nodded to Guo Zhu and Zhao Cheng.

"It's almost there, let's go!" Zhao Cheng said, stood up, followed the directions on the tablet, and walked forward.

The sewers are still the same as yesterday. The mice are still running around and making a few squeaks. This frequent visitor in the sewers in the past has now become the largest living creature in the city.

The sky outside is clearer and brighter. A little golden light has appeared on the horizon in the distance. The sun is about to wake up...

In the center of the city, it seemed dead silent, but there was a sewer cover that moved abruptly, then raised it a little, and a pair of eyes came out from the gap.

After looking around for a while, the cover was gently lifted to the side, and a person climbed up from below. After looking around carefully, he waved to the bottom, and the remaining two people Climb out.

Without speaking, the group of three quickly hid in the store next to them, and then took advantage of the gap between the ruins to continuously move towards their destination, the supermarket that was no longer visible.

"Pillar, go to the top, hide it." Zhao Cheng said softly, beckoned to the dialect next to him, and walked towards the supermarket.

Either a surprise, or nothing, this city that has been forgotten for half a year, I don't know how many things are left...