Manual of Space-Time Interference

"Let me tell you, we are going to leave this place at noon today and head northwest." After Zhao Chenggang finished speaking, the people around him immediately started muttering.

"We've been here for so long, isn't it safe? How do we leave?"

"What about what you eat, what about what you drink..."

"Where Captain Zhao said to go, I'll follow anyway."

"Isn't that the country's last battlefield in the northwest direction? Are we going to the front line?"

"What's wrong with the front line? It's better to live a lifeless life than to die." Yang Tianwei said back, he was in his 20s, but he was still full of energy and a little green.

The people around him all quieted down and looked at Yang Tianwei. After a long time, a man in his 40s and 50s stood up. Although he had lost some weight, there was still some fat left on his face. Revealing a kind of cunning, he cleared his throat and said, "If you want me to say, everyone should stay for a while, it's still a long time, our current situation is not optimistic, we don't have enough food and drink, and we are walking around. It is also prone to accidents, so…”

Zhao Cheng's face became darker and heavier, even dripping with water, he glanced at the middle-aged man, and abruptly suppressed his next words.

"Does anyone else have an opinion?"

Zhao Cheng asked, looking at everyone around him,

"I, I have it!" The middle-aged man swallowed his saliva, but raised his hand to moisten his throat. The person next to him seemed to have given him courage, so he said leisurely, "Captain Zhao, you are leaving, There has to be a reason, right?"

"Yes! There must be a reason!"

"Anyway, I don't want to go, the ghost knows what mechanical reptiles will be ahead..."

"Haha!" Guo Zhu next to him chuckled, raised his uninjured left hand, and pointed at the middle-aged man, "You, it was Team Zhao who rescued you..."

"Pillar!" Zhao Cheng shouted, he knew Guo Zhu's character, but he still didn't want to embarrass everyone, or in other words, the heart was scattered.

"Enough to eat, enough for us to go to the next city, it's no longer safe here," Zhao Cheng said.

"How can it be unsafe, nothing has happened for so long, and the city next to it can still..."

"Bang!"

The middle-aged man looked down at his feet. A knife was inserted into the ground in front of him, leaving only the handle.

"Guru!"

His Adam's apple rolled for a while, and then he looked in the direction from which the cold light came.

"Originally, I didn't care." Fang Yan walked up to him, "Tell me something, help me pick up the knife!"

Dialect said with a smile, patted his shoulder, and looked him in the eyes.

"Okay, okay!"

The middle-aged man shuddered, crouched down, pulled out the knife, held it in both hands and handed it to Dialect, smiled awkwardly, "Brother, this is very scary, next time..."

"It's okay, don't people grow up in fear?" Fang Yan patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder again, interrupting his words, watching him keep dodging his eyes, and smiled, "Really, I was just practicing When the knife accidentally flew out, don't be nervous."

Dialect said, looked around and smiled, "Don't be nervous, really, it's just an accident."

"Yes, it was just an accident!"

"Big brother, just pay attention next time!"

There was a sound of approval from the surroundings, and the people who had been dead silent started shouting again. Seeing the dialect looking at him, Guo Zhu smiled and nodded, and quietly gave a thumbs up.

"but,"

Dialect lengthened his voice until the people around him looked at him again and calmed down before continuing, "I'm leaving, I don't know what you guys think."

After speaking, he looked at the knife in his hand, wiped it with a rag, and waited for the answer from the people around him.

"But..." The middle-aged man hesitated.

"Forgive me for not reading much, I don't know what 'but' is," the dialect replied, biting heavily on the word "but".

The soil on the blade has been completely wiped off, and the silver blade surface reflects a unique chill in the sunlight.

"Say one more word," Fang Yan raised his head, looked at the man in front of him, and patted the broken leaves on his head, "Your head is dirty, I'll fix it for you, don't move."

The middle-aged man was stunned for a while, looking at the hand reaching out to his head, but he didn't dare to make any movement, and his body began to sway constantly.

"Okay!" Fang Yan clapped his hands, and then said slowly, "This is what it looks like."

"Brother, do you have anything else to do? If not, I will," the middle-aged man said tremblingly, but he didn't want to be interrupted by the dialect again.

"You talk about things, I really have a point, thank you for reminding me!" Fang Yan seemed to suddenly realize, smiled at the middle-aged man, "Seeing that everyone is chatting so happily, I will also say two sentences, no, three sentences. talk."

Dialect raised his face and raised his index finger,

"The first sentence, I don't care whether you want to leave or not!"

"Second sentence, stand behind Zhao Cheng if you want to go!"

"The third sentence, if you don't want to leave, stay in front of me!"

After speaking, Dialect put down his raised finger. Except for Yang Tianwei, Wang Bai's father and daughter, and a young man, the others seemed very hesitant and basically did not move.

"One more word, this day, it will be bright soon, and it is just right to make a decision." He smiled and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, staring at him until he felt uncomfortable.

"Brother, can you let me go?" The middle-aged man looked at the people who passed by one after another, held up a smile at the dialect, and said indulgently.

"Let's go!" Fang Yan turned to the side and made a way. At the same time, he turned to look at Zhao Cheng, and he nodded at the dialect.

Fang Yan smiled, looked at the crowd standing behind Zhao Cheng, and said, "Captain Zhao, arrange it, I'll go first."

After speaking, without waiting for Zhao Cheng to respond, Dialect walked aside, sat on a stone, and carefully wiped his saber.

Guo Zhu looked at it, thought about it, walked into his tent, and took out the anti-material sniper rifle.

"Use this gun!" His eyes showed a kind of reluctance, but he still handed the gun over, "A batch of anti-material sniper rifles urgently produced by the state in 1951, one for each platoon, equipped with 14.5mm special armor-piercing bullet, but I can't use it now, it's good for you."

Dialect was stunned, looked at the sniper rifle in front of him, then raised his head to look at Guo Zhu, and took it.

"What you said just now made me feel comfortable. I always wanted to say it, but Team Zhao didn't let me say it. He was too soft-hearted." Guo Zhu also sat down next to him and looked at Zhao Cheng who was dealing with things not far away. said.

Dialect was silent for a while, and then slowly said, "It's not because he is soft-hearted, but because he is a real soldier."