Sentinel is not good

A small fork was handed over, but Song Jian still caught it.Perhaps, he was not afraid of Zhou Yun subconsciously, because the sentries all said that Chief Zhou Yun had a good character.

He never made things difficult for the Sentinels.

But facing the new food that he came into contact with for the first time, Song Jian had no idea what to do. "Sir, I... just eat it? If I eat it all, do you have any more?"

"You can eat the dark one first, the chocolate is more bitter." Zhou Yun taught him that he needs to see him eat some good things with his own eyes.

So Song Jian raised his eyes and repeatedly confirmed that Zhou Yun didn't have a gun in his hand before reaching out.

But the little cake hadn't touched it yet, and Song Jian's "light" was turned off.

The spiritual thread lightly touched his eye sockets, his eyesight was weakened, and he changed from a normal-sighted person back to a little blind man.

"Report sir, I can't see, I can't eat." Song Jian looked in Zhou Yun's direction blankly.

On Zhou Yun's side, there was only the sound of dismantling parts. Song Jian recognized this sound, it was dismantling a gun.

"Report sir, I can eat it if I can't see it, don't be angry." Song Jian was still a little scared, first he touched the shape of the fork with his hand, and then poked at the cake.

The result was not poked.

Zhou Yun suddenly smiled, very lightly, but it was still caught by the sentinel's ears.

What are you doing laughing at yourself... Song Jian was muttering in his heart, and poked the fork to the left again, but still missed.

"Reporting sir, I...I can't see the target." Song Jian touched the fork with both hands. The sharp point and cold handle made him strange and curious.When he was a child, he and his brother fed mouth to mouth, grasped with their hands, and never used tableware.

They gathered around the bonfire, cut the roasted meat with a short knife, and I would feed it to myself.

"Twenty centimeters to the left of the fork." But Zhou Yun had no intention of restoring his vision.

Song Jian had no choice but to try to find the distance, and turned the fork a little to the left.

"After the vision disappears, your sense of control over the distance also disappears?" Zhou Yun just refused to help him, "The fork is further to the left, [-] centimeters."

Song Jian's hand stopped in mid-air. Since awakening, he has rarely considered such things as distance. He can see with his eyes. "But……"

"This is my order." Zhou Yun looked at his hand.

Well, Song Jian imagined the width of eighteen centimeters out of thin air, moved to the left, stopped, and adjusted again, the fork pointed downward. "Yes, is this here? Sir?"

"Yes, you can eat now." Zhou Yun quietly pushed the cake forward a few centimeters.

is it here?Song Jian was also not confident, so he poked down without hope.

The fork hit a soft object, and when he raised his hand again, he heard something fall on the table with a clatter.

Song Jian didn't know what the texture of the cake was, but he believed he dropped it.

"Sir, did I make a mistake?" Song Jian carefully listened to the surroundings, but couldn't see, he seemed to be back when he was a child.

"No, let's do it again." Zhou Yun took out another fork and took a bite first.The high-ranking wolf will always eat first.

"But... I can't see it." Song Jian was about to give up, "If I can see it, I can complete this task."

Zhou Yun held his hand and helped him find the direction. "When you lift it up, the fork tip should go up like this, and use the strength of your wrist to keep your balance. The five senses are the least trustworthy. If you are on the battlefield and lose your eyesight, Sentinel, you are already dead."

Song Jian nodded, knowing that Zhou Yun was right, but he still whispered back. "Report sir, I'm just a B-level sentry, and I don't have the mission to go to the battlefield. You may not understand, but I am mainly responsible for picking up garbage and clearing mines."

Zhou Yun resisted the thought of patting the back of his hand, but patted on his fork. "You have this idea, and you have died hundreds of times."

Song Jian closed his mouth and sweated a little.Guides are really scary monsters, eat your cake and scare yourself.

"Now, put down the fork." Zhou Yun skipped the topic just now, "Eat."

Song Jian searched for the target in the dark. He found the direction at random. No matter how hard he tried, he was just a tool for Zhou Yun to relieve boredom. He casually straightened the fork and inserted it.

The fork again goes into the soft texture.

"Report sir, I've found it!" Song Jian's frustration was swept away.He heard Zhou Yun laugh again, learning to maintain balance with his wrists, carrying the cake to his mouth.

When I couldn't see, I didn't have the accuracy when I ate, and I almost poked my nose.Song Jian opened his mouth.

"Why don't you smell it?" Zhou Yun asked.

Song Jian opened his mouth in a daze.

"The sentry has a very keen sense of smell. If you don't smell it, how can you make sure that what you eat is safe?"

Song Jian closed his mouth and thought for a while. "You let me eat."

"I can also poison you." Zhou Yun didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Little Sentinel, your vigilance is very poor."

Song Jian tilted his head, trying to release Xiao Diu and bite Zhou Yun to pieces.

But this kind of thing is just imagination, Xiao Diu dare not bite Zhou Yun.Song Jian stretched his neck and smelled it, but he couldn't smell anything unusual. "Report sir, I finished smelling, please give instructions."

"Eat."

Zhou Yun nodded, "Sit down and eat."

Song Jian stretched out his left hand, groped the edge of the desk, and found the sofa seat.

"Sit on the floor and eat." Zhou Yun pulled out the chair, "Come with me."

Song Jian was about to go crazy, if his mental body was an elephant, he would release it now to scare Zhou Yun.At this time, there was the sound of cloth rubbing against the ear, and there was also a vibration on the floor.

It was Zhou Yun who sat down.

Zhou Yun sat on the ground and patted the floor opposite. "Sit here and keep listening while you sit."

Song Jian followed the slapping sound, found a position, and tried to keep his upper body upright when he sat down.

"Do you hear anything now?" Zhou Yun took a bite of fresh lettuce, and put the rest into Song Jian's mouth.

Song Jian hid back, the taste in his mouth startled him, he had never eaten it before.He was relishing it for a few seconds, chewing slowly, and swallowed after he realized that it was delicious: "Report sir, there is wind outside, and something hits your glass. It should be wind chasers, and there are quite a few of them."

"Very good." Zhou Yun dimmed the lights with the remote control, "Now you can eat, it's safe."

Song Jian deliberately waited for a few seconds, fearing that Zhou Yun would make him stop again, and to confirm that there were no new orders, he carefully pointed the fork at his mouth.

Open your mouth and hold it.

The cake rolled twice in the mouth and started to melt.

"Is it delicious?" Zhou Yun looked at him and asked, smiling all the time.

But Song Jian didn't even respond.

It's called a cake and it's made of chocolate.

The taste is indescribable, delicious.

The food he has eaten is not too much, and Song Jian can't describe what it tastes like, but the novel taste is like a big change in the whole body, every pore is opened to the largest, which makes him excited.

"Delicious." Song Jian sucked the last bit of sweetness and bitterness on the tip of his tongue, reluctantly, "I still want to eat..."

Zhou Yun pulled the remaining half of the chocolate cake over and pushed the other piece. "At two o'clock, twenty centimeters."

Song Jian stretched his arms towards two o'clock, predicting that it would stop at twenty centimeters.

Zhou Yun frowned and pushed the cake five centimeters away. "Very well done, eat."

The fork went down, as if it had been inserted into a hard object. Song Jian learned his lesson, smelled it first, then picked up the fork, and successfully bit a strange object.

It is sweet, moist and fresh.

Song Jian blinked, he was too shocked.

"It's strawberries, strawberries dipped in sugar water." Zhou Yun ate the chocolate cake. "Guides need a lot of sugar to maintain their mental energy."

After saying this, Song Jian didn't dare to eat it immediately, as if he had snatched Zhou Yun's life-saving food.

"How much sugar do you... need?" he asked, strawberries still in his mouth.Once you eat fresh food, you will never forget it.

Zhou Yun thought about it. "a lot of."

A lot, Song Jian put down the fork, and tilted his head to listen to the footsteps, looking silly, with a dazed face.He heard that Zhou Yun stood up, not knowing what to do, and then sat back down.

"How do you eat when you are performing missions outside the mobile base?" Zhou Yun asked.

Song Jian moved his nose, Zhou Yun must have gone to eat candy, the smell wafting from his mouth was very sweet. "Before we set off, we will lead the military supplies package and distribute the cans according to the number of days."

"What position to eat?" Zhou Yun stretched out his hand suddenly, and pressed Song Jian's eyelids.

Song Jian was so frightened that he almost jumped up.

"Don't move." Zhou Yun exerted force with his fingertips, and felt the eyeballs rolling while pressing down, "What posture to eat?"

"Position?" Song Jian hid back, afraid that Zhou Yun would poke him blind in a second, "Pose for eating."

"When you can't see, the frequency of blinking and eyeball rolling is too high." Zhou Yun's hand has not been put down yet, the calloused fingertips brushed Song Jian's double eyelids, and then inserted from the temple to the root of the hair , pressed the cheekbones with the whole palm, pushed back the hair that blocked the face, "Eat standing, or sitting?"

Song Jian didn't dare to move, because he felt another dangerous object appeared beside him.

Zhou Yun released his spirit body.

Whether it is a sentinel or a guide, the presence of the spirit body can be felt.Now without eyesight, Song Jian is completely exposed to two dangerous characters.

He wasn't sure what Zhou Yun's spiritual body was, but he felt a fatal crisis.

That thing was somewhere in the house, also staring at him, without sound.

"Report sir, eat in the car most of the time, and sometimes stand up." Song Jian was like a sculpture.What is Zhou Yun's spiritual experience?Very quiet, very secretive.

"It's very dangerous." Zhou Yun's hand exerted a little strength, "Have you seen stray bullets from the New Alliance? Within the attack range, you are a living target."

Song Jian is convinced that he is a living target now, and Zhou Yun's mental body may be brewing to eat him.Although the spiritual body does not need to eat, it can still eat. He has seen other sentries save rations to feed them and let them have a taste.

I have done this kind of stupid thing myself, but Xiaodiu doesn't like it.

Later Song Jian figured it out, Xiaodiu had never seen the same kind before, and it couldn't eat.

"Report sir, the task of the B-level sentinel cannot reach the alliance army." Song Jian said.But he was trembling in his heart. He was an informant of the Union Army, and a traitor appeared in the wild army.

"I order you to sit behind the bunker to eat when performing missions, the lower the better." Zhou Yun withdrew his hand, "You said just now that you can assemble a gun. What kind of gun do you usually use?"

Song Jian took another bite of the cake, his cheeks bulging. "Hmm... a sniper rifle, an old M05."

"Sniper?" Zhou Yun mobilized his mind, went deep into the sentry's vision, and turned it up, "Your breathing rate and heart rate are unqualified. If you shoot, do you know what will happen?"

Song Jian slowly looked around, but fortunately, the surrounding lights were very dim, so there was no discomfort in his vision.Zhou Yun sat directly opposite him, with his two long legs straddling the outside of his knees.

"I don't know." Song Jian shook his head, guessing that he was going to say that he was killed in battle again.

"If you are lucky, the opponent does not have a sniper that counters the sniper, and your chance of survival is 50%. If there is, the enemy can calculate the position based on your shooting angle, wind speed, and direction of the bullet hole, and shoot the bullet between your eyes Do you understand? If the other party has a guide, they can find you by following their emotions."

Song Jian was so frightened that his hairs stood on end.

"Understood?" Zhou Yun asked again.

Song Jian nodded.

"I need you to answer me clearly, nodding or shaking your head doesn't count." Zhou Yun picked up a gun, quickly disassembled it into parts, and assembled it in front of Song Jian.

Kacha, the last sound, the gun was aimed at Song Jian's eyebrows.

"Yes, sir." Song Jian looked at the dark gun, it was too fast, he moved so fast, "I understand, I will protect myself in the future."

After getting a satisfactory answer, Zhou Yun put the gun back. "Guess there are bullets in the gun?"

Song Jian shook his head, and he immediately said, "I guess not."

Zhou Yun pointed the gun at the window and pulled the trigger.

The huge recoil shook Zhou Yun's wrist.

Song Jian covered his ears and stared at the window in horror.

The glass is not broken, but there is an obvious bullet mark, which is bulletproof glass.

At this time, someone knocked on the door: "Sir, do you need me to come in?"

"No need." Zhou Yun put down the gun, "The pistol went off."

After the sound of that person's footsteps went away, Song Jian put down his hands, and his ear canal was about to hurt.

"Never underestimate the person who holds a weapon. As long as the weapon is not in your hands, others can hurt you." Zhou Yun's arms were hanging on his legs. on the back of the hand.

Song Jian's heart was pounding, his Adam's apple rolled and rolled, and he asked a silly question. "Sir, did you mean to hurt me just now?"

After asking, he quickly took another bite of the cake.

The author has something to say: Lang Yun: I forgot everything I taught when I was a child, sorry.

Pick up: the cake is delicious.