Manual of Space-Time Interference

Dialect quickly fell to the ground, and Zhao Cheng, who was showing his eyes at the sewer mouth, kept lip-synching, and at the same time made hidden tactical gestures with his hands.

Zhao Cheng reacted and lowered his head, then followed the ladder gently and returned to the sewer.

"Buzz! Buzz!"

The aircraft flew into the sky, and Dialect shrank his body and pushed against the wall next to him. He didn't dare to raise his head or make any sound.

The shadow swept across the ground in front of him, Dialect breathed a sigh of relief, and raised his head slightly.

The aircraft was flying into the distance, hovering over a certain area from time to time, and after waiting for almost no sign of it to be seen, he squatted with his hands up, looked around, picked up a small stone beside him, and headed towards the sewer. threw it away.

"Tack tick!"

A small voice sounded in the sewer, and after a while, Zhao Cheng's head reappeared at the sewer mouth, and when he saw the dialect nod, he climbed out.

Covering the lid, Zhao Chengyi trotted over, looked around, and said softly, "Don't make any noise, follow me."

Dialect nodded, tightened the gun tightly, and followed behind Zhao Cheng...

…

Survival, this word can be understood as life and existence. In times of peace, survival is more inclined to life, and in the end times, it is existence, survival...

Survival of the fittest, natural selection, the last days will not give you any chance to refuse, nor will it pity your life. Therefore, adapting to the rules set by it is the capital of your survival in the last days.

For Zhao Cheng, who often looks for supplies, how to avoid detection by mechanical reptiles and aircraft has become a habit for him.

At the beginning, I walked very slowly. I also encountered a few mechanical reptiles and a few flying machines, but they were both avoided.

At the back, the speed was obviously much faster. It could be seen that Zhao Cheng was very familiar with the edge of the city.

Until the sun felt sleepy and slowly lay down towards the horizon, the two walked to the outskirts of the city, in a hill.

Perhaps it is more appropriate to say that it is no longer a mountain.

The trunk of the tree fell crookedly to the ground, turning yellow and rotten, and the ground covered with bullet craters was more like being plowed by cannonballs. It was not until a few hills were climbed and the terrain gradually leveled off that the situation improved a lot.

"Take a break!"

Zhao Cheng, who was walking in front, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand, sat down against a tree, put the gun in his hand aside, and kept gasping for breath.

"Huh!"

Dialect also sat next to Zhao Cheng and took a few breaths of fresh air before feeling better.

Tired.

This is the current situation of the dialect. Walking 20 kilometers without eating or drinking is nothing to him, but if he needs to be vigilant throughout the whole process, he will appear physically and mentally exhausted...

The distant city looks decadent and dead in the afterglow of the setting sun, and the outlines of several buildings can be vaguely seen, which should be the location of the city center.

Dialect thought and narrowed his eyes.

Next to him, Zhao Cheng took out an opened bag of biscuits from his pocket, took out a piece and stuffed it in his mouth, turned to look at Dialect, and asked, "Do you want to eat?"

Dialect turned his head, looked at Zhao Cheng next to him, and took out a piece from it.

It wasn't as dry as I imagined, but it was a little moist. The bag of biscuits should have been opened for a long time, and it felt a little damp, which made Dialect frown slightly, and then quickly spread it out.

"Just a little later." Zhao Cheng said, shaking his head and looking into the distance.

"I'm almost used to it, but this thing is more unpalatable than before." Dialect concealed.

"Haha!" Zhao Cheng smiled, "What can I do, it would be nice to have something to eat."

"That's right..." Fang Yan sighed, swallowed the biscuit, and looked back at the city behind him.

For the apocalypse, it is really good to have something to eat...

"Go on, try to get to the campsite before it gets dark." Zhao Cheng said, put the gun in his hand again, and walked towards the campsite.

The sparse mountains and forests began to slowly become lush, the craters on the ground also slowly disappeared, and the sound of insects gradually sounded...

"Brother Zhao!"

A voice came from the front, and Dialect subconsciously raised the muzzle and aimed in the direction of the voice.

Not far away, a young man stood up in a valley, holding a rifle in his hand, and greeted Zhao Cheng.

Zhao Cheng frowned, lowered the muzzle of Dialect's gun with his hand, stepped forward and smiled at Yang Tianwei, "Xiaowei, are you on guard?"

"It's my turn today." Yang Tianwei nodded.

"It's hard work, be careful." Zhao Cheng urged.

"Don't worry, it's not the first time." Yang Tianwei said, looking at the dialect next to him with a hint of doubt, "Who is he?"

"Dialect, survivor." Zhao Cheng said, "I'll go to eat first. I'm a little hungry after a day, so be careful."

Seeing Yang Tianwei nodded, Zhao Chengcai continued to walk forward with Dialect, slightly away from Yang Tianwei's post, then turned to look at Dialect.

"Listen, in this team, guns won't be pointed at their own people." He said seriously.

Dialect nodded. Just now, he was indeed too stressed.

…

At the campsite, in a wood not far ahead, on a small piece of ground, there were only a few tents drooping, and it seemed that there were not many people in this team.

The sky has darkened, and the moon has reappeared in the sky. It looks very quiet in this mountain forest.

"Captain!" Guo Zhu stood up from the ground, greeted Zhao Cheng, and turned to look at the dialect next to him.

"Captain, who is he?" Guo Zhu pointed and asked.

"Dialect, people from Longya." Zhao Cheng replied and walked over, "Is there nothing wrong?"

"There's nothing wrong, it's just that the supplies are not enough." Guo Zhu said, "There is nothing at the edge of the city. If you want to go, there is only the center of the city."

"Yeah!" Zhao Cheng replied softly, turning his head to look at Dialect, "This is Guo Zhu, who is also a soldier."

Dialect nodded, stepped forward, and stretched out his right hand.

Guo Zhu was stunned for a while. Then he came to the screening, and put his hand on it.

"I haven't shaken hands for a long time, and I almost didn't know that there is still the etiquette of shaking hands."

He smiled shyly, let go of his hand, and turned to look at Zhao Cheng, "Captain, your food is in the tent."

"Yeah!" Zhao Cheng nodded, pondered a little, and said to the dialect, "You will eat with me later, it may not be enough, you can only eat more tomorrow morning."

"It's okay, I'm used to it." Dialect replied with a smile.

"Hey, brother, why did you go to the center of the city?"

"Looking for something to eat..." Dialect smiled bitterly.

"Go ahead and speak slowly." Zhao Cheng shook his head, "Dialect forgot something, probably during the previous battle."

Guo Zhucai suddenly realized when Zhao Cheng pointed at the dialect's head, and smiled embarrassedly at the dialect, "Let's go, go in, just ask me if you have any questions."

Dialect smiled and walked in with the two of them. His doubts were indeed too many...