Manual of Space-Time Interference

"Da da da!"

The sound of gunshots rang out in this silent mountain forest and spread far, far away, and the **** of death began to wave his scythe, command the mechanical troops, and play a symphony about death.

At the beginning, this company commander still had a bit of luck, that is, when the mechanical troops passed by, he would ignore his survivor team.

The so-called Queen of the Palace actually has two intentions. One is to hang himself and others behind the team to observe the movements of the mechanical troop, and the other is to help those who walk in front when the mechanical troop finds himself. Buy some time.

A series of light beams swept towards this mountain forest from above, and it looked so dazzling under the foggy sky at this time.

The company commander looked back at the team that hadn't run far. He grinned, and the scar on his face twitched, looking extremely ferocious. This is a memorial left in the last war, and it is also a wound that will never be erased from the bottom of my heart. pain.

He doesn't know why he made such an impulsive choice, because the rear of the palace often means death, it may be that he has just woken up and his head is still awake, or it may be that the bullet passed through the comrade in front of him and shot from his face. Swipe, and then cut off a certain part of the nerve, making him stupid, even stupid.

"Brothers, dude!" he shouted, raised the gun in his hand, and started to exercise in this forest.

All the arrangements were made before the mechanical troops discovered them. Facing the current situation, guerrilla warfare may be the best choice.

The team on the side hadn't run far. Their speed in the mountains was obviously much slower than that of the mechanical troops. Now, it was the battle team at the back of the palace, fighting for time with the **** of death.

"Boo! Hah! Hah!"

The rocket made a conspicuous trace in the sky, and then slammed into this mountain forest. The fire started to burst, and the huge sound resounded through the sky and the earth.

……

"What's the situation?" Dialect picked up the anti-equipment sniper rifle next to him, walked out of the tent, and saw Zhao Cheng who was also standing at the door of the tent.

In this era, perhaps the most sensitive ones are the sounds of gunshots and explosions, especially in this quiet mountainous area. The sound of these sounds means that there are still people fighting ahead.

"I don't know, but it must be over there, someone encountered the mechanical force."

Zhao Cheng pointed to the red-colored mountain area over there. Even though there were three hilltops separated, it looked very dazzling.

"It should be a small group of mechanical troops, with heavy firepower, but not too much." Zhao Cheng continued, turning to look at the mountains where the red light was reflected not far away, "Rocket, six-barreled Gatling, The heavy machine gun of the mechanical reptile..."

"The mechanical troop is coming, we are going to die!"

"Quickly pack up and run away!"

"Dad? Dad? Where are you? Woohoo, I'm so scared!"

In the chaos, Wang Yutong was hit by someone who was desperate, and fell to the ground, constantly looking for his father.

Cries, grief, and scolding filled the camp as soon as Zhao Cheng's voice fell. Some were sitting on the ground in despair, while others were desperate to run outside...

"boom!"

A gunshot rang out in this camp. Dialect held up his pistol, and a cloud of blue smoke emanated from the muzzle.

"Damn it, stop!" Fang Yan shouted, pointed the gun at the person who hit Wang Yutong, walked up and kicked him to the ground with his legs, and then helped Wang Yutong, who was still on the ground, up.

"Who dares to mess around!"

Dialect turned his head away, looked at the people around him, shouted loudly, then turned to look at Wang Yutong, and said softly, "Yutong, don't be afraid, your father will be back soon!"

"Wu...Dialect, Brother Dialect, is it true?" Wang Yutong's sobbing stopped slowly, and there were still two tear stains on his little face, which made people feel pity.

"real……"

"Don't move!" A voice came from behind,

"Shen Kun, what are you doing?"

"Shen Kun, put down the gun!"

Zhao Cheng and Guo Zhu's scolding sounded, and the slightly smiling face of the dialect froze, turned slowly, stood up, and looked at the middle-aged man who he had taught the day before yesterday.

"Do not talk!"

Shen Kun roared loudly, and the slight voice of discussion in the entire camp disappeared completely. Standing behind Dialect, Wang Yutong seemed to be affected by the frozen atmosphere, and the sobbing stopped.

"Don't come here! Stop! Don't move!"

Shen Kun swallowed his saliva, his hand holding the pistol trembled a little, he looked at the dialect walking towards him and kept scolding, and at the same time he slowly stepped back.

"Come here again and I'll shoot!"

Shen Kun shouted, his index finger slightly pulled the trigger, but he didn't press it.

"You go!" Diao Yan shouted with his eyes open, bloodthirsty, and slowly radiated from him. He never thought that one day, he would be shot by these so-called own people. pointing.

He admitted that he didn't feel sorry for these people, and he also admitted that he had done enough...

"You shoot!" Fang Yan walked up to Shen Kun and stared directly at the slightly fat man with his blood-red eyes.

"You go!"

He shouted again, stretched out his free left hand, grabbed Shen Kun's wrist, and put the muzzle of the gun on his forehead.

"Don't force me!"

There was trembling in Shen Kun's voice, looking at the dialect that seemed to eat people, the hand holding the gun began to tremble, but it was tightly clamped by the dialect and became more stable.

"I never forced you!" Fang Yan said, looking into Shen Kun's eyes, as if seeing his heart.

"You are forcing me!" Shen Kun gritted his teeth and said, although he was trembling and his whole body was trembling, the dialect still saw a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes.

"boom!"

"Bang bang bang!"

"Do not!"

"what!"

The gunshots sounded again, but not at a place 5 kilometers away, but at the side.

A bullet ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ rubbed the dialect's cheek and flew past, and Shen Kun finally shot. I don't know why, and I don't know the reason. Maybe people's hearts are so complicated.

Dialect also shot, but after he finished, he was stunned. He didn't want to shoot, but somehow, he shot anyway.

Maybe it was a subconscious reaction, he used the things in training, he didn't know what was going on, his mind was blank just now.

"Yutong!"

A voice came from not far away, and Wang Bai, who was on guard, finally came back. When he saw Dialect and Shen Kun confronting him, he quietly stood aside.

His thoughts returned to Dialect's mind. He turned his head blankly and looked around. Zhao Cheng, who was squatting in front of him and looked at Shen Kun's situation, looked very complicated. Wang Bai was rushing towards his daughter, and Guo Zhu was in his tent. Looking at the door, they stayed where they were, while the other people basically stayed there, looking at the dialect, maybe it was the gun in the dialect's hand.

"Dad, my hand hurts!" Yutong's cry sounded, and Fang Yan turned around and glanced at it blankly. The bullet just wiped Wang Yutong's arm and cut a small incision.

The people around didn't move, and Shen Kun on the ground gradually lost his voice. Fang Yan looked down at his right hand, which was very white. Under the foggy sky, it didn't seem to be stained with a trace of dust...

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" Fang Yan smiled abruptly, looking at Zhao Cheng on the ground with those complicated eyes, he shook his head, picked up the anti-equipment sniper rifle in front of the tent, and walked towards the distance. The place that was printed in red.

"Dialect..." Zhao Cheng whispered,

"I'll take a look!" Fang Yan waved his hand, interrupting Zhao Cheng's words, walking towards the distance alone, only Wang Bai and Yutong's voices remained in the entire camp...