What it was like to be swept up in the sky by a sandstorm, Zhang Yi can tell you now, because he wants to vomit.

The head-down circular rolling method is like being dragged by a roller coaster for several laps without stopping, and the key roller coaster still has to stop, but sandstorm?

If you don't roll for two or three hours, will it be called a sandstorm? When Zhang Yi finally lost consciousness due to lack of oxygen, there was only one thought left in his mind.

It's great, I'm finally free, otherwise I'd really have to vomit.

It would have been tragic that he hadn't died at the hands of the thugs and Terminator R, or in a sandstorm, but had died of vomit blockage and suffocation.

When the pain hit, Zhang Yi opened his eyes in a daze and confirmed that he was still alive, and there was a faint sound of shouting and killing around him, and the momentum was shocking, which directly shocked Zhang Yi.

No, where am I?

When Zhang Yi was stunned, a dirty little hand picked up on him, muttering something that Zhang Yi didn't understand, and then he picked Zhang Yi up and continued to grope on him.

"Wait, stop, don't touch it, there's nothing!"

Zhang Yi finally couldn't stand it anymore, he was caught in a sandstorm and it was a fluke to be alive, how could he still have something left on his body.

Even the Collector's close-fitting armor had been destroyed by the terrible sandstorm, and there was not even a bit of scum left, so that he could protect his tattered clothes from making him run like a savage.

As soon as Zhang Yi spoke, the grunting of the owner of the little hand immediately stopped, and then there was a suffocating silence, Zhang Yi turned his head effortlessly, and when he wanted to see who was next to him, a child with greasy hair and camouflage on his face appeared above his head.

To be precise, Zhang Yi's current situation is really not good, his body is seriously injured, and the slightest movement will affect the injuries all over his body, and his face is pale in pain, and he almost feels that he is going to die in the next moment.

The child stood in front of Zhang Yi's head, staring at Zhang Yi fiercely with a pair of round eyes, as if it had taken a long time to confirm that Zhang Yi was still alive, and then hesitated to drag Zhang Yi in one direction.

Zhang Yi didn't expect the child to suddenly drag him away, his whole body stumbled, and he didn't know which place with the most serious injury he touched, and the severe pain invaded and made him unconscious again.

When he woke up this time, Zhang Yi found himself in a small and narrow room, with his hands and legs on his body, and when he looked to the side, there were indeed many miserable wounded like himself.

So much so that the whole room was filled with a strong smell of blood and medicine, and the most unbearable thing was that these people hadn't taken a bath for a few days, and the sour smell made Zhang Yi's face blue.

Zhang Yi transformed his physique, even if he was seriously injured and almost paraplegic, he recovered much faster than ordinary people, to say that he couldn't move when he was picked up by a child, and he was already able to do some simple actions at this time.

The first thing he did was to push down the hands and legs of the wounded man who was on his body, and just after doing this action made him so tired that he collapsed in place for a long time and could not move again.

When he sat up a little longer, he sat up slowly like an old robot, leaning against the wall and panting.

After sitting up, his vision became much wider, and it happened that there was a small window next to him, and the outside was half covered in iron sheets, and there was still a gap half a face wide left, and he struggled to pull the window crack to look out.

Wow, the war continued, and the little black dots bravely shuttled through the rain of bullets with weapons, and from time to time there were shells that quickly broke through the air and hit the nearby low buildings.

Some of the low buildings have been roughly converted into small fortresses, and they are relatively resistant to bombing, and they can still stand in a wave of shelling, so I don't know what happened to the people inside.

But most of the low-rise buildings began to crumble after a round of shelling, and immediately a dense crowd of people rushed out of the low-rise buildings, waving their arms in despair and helplessness, hoping to get support from this side, who knew that they had not crossed the trenches that were convenient for combat and dug first, and fell under the stray bullets they had fired.

It's so cruel that I can't bear to look at it anymore.

Rao is Zhang Yi, who has just experienced a big war, and when he arrived in country E, he also saw the cruelty of the war with his own eyes, and at this time, he really faced the innocent people who suffered when the two armies fought, and he couldn't help but feel a hidden pain from a certain angle in his heart.

really responded to the words of a certain Chinese poet, prosperous, the people suffered; Death, the people suffer.

At this moment the door opened, and a small figure staggered in with a long loaf of bread and half a bowl of water.

When he saw Zhang Yi awake, he was not surprised at all, put the thing down, he stepped forward and reached out to touch Zhang Yi's forehead, touched his head again, and nodded like a little adult after making sure that the fever had subsided.

He muttered something that Zhang Yi didn't understand, but Zhang Yi could probably deduce from his spoken language that it was the regional accent of the Eastern Continent of Nanzhongzhou, and when he thought about where the war was going on now, he understood.

This is the western war zone of Persia, and at this moment Persia should be at war with other countries because of some resource interests, and he was swept up by a sandstorm and fell into the war zone.

I really don't know whether to be glad that my life is big or a little bit back, Zhang Yi sighed, and the child in front of him muttered a lot of words, and he didn't understand it, so he had to make a gesture.

After thinking about it, Zhang Yi still opened his mouth to speak Y language, and sure enough, this time the child could understand a little, and heard that Zhang Yi was thanking him, and the child hurriedly waved his hand, signaling him to go, and let Zhang Yi take care of his injuries.

He stumbled back, and Zhang Yi found that the child's legs were wrapped in thick gauze, and there were blood stains on it from time to time, which was shocking to watch.

This child is not very thin and looks thin, at most fifteen or sixteen years old, but he looks like a ten-year-old child, he may grow up healthy and strong in peaceful China, but it is a pity that he grew up in a country like Persia that has been fighting all year round and has no peace, fortunately he was born in a border war zone, and at a young age he had to carry a gun and charge into battle as a soldier and an adult.

And he was able to pick himself up from the edge of the battlefield before, Zhang Yi guessed that the child, as a wounded person who could move, wanted to pick up some of the wounded, as well as the things that could be used on the deceased, and go back to make resources that could be recycled.

I originally looked at the person who was too injured and was killed, but I didn't expect the last sentence shouted to the child to make the child hesitate and choose to save himself.

Anyway, Zhang Yi thanked him from the bottom of his heart, even if he knew at a glance that he was not from a country, the child still saved him equally, otherwise he would lie on the battlefield with ruthless artillery fire, and the ghost knows if he would be swept away by a stray bullet from where, and he would become cannon fodder before he woke up, and he died unjustly.

Now, if you come here, you will be safe, Zhang Yi feels that his injury has to be taken care of for a while, and as for whether he can let the child spread the news on his behalf and let people know that he is here, Zhang Yi's mind turned and temporarily pressed this idea.

The war time is already sensitive and dangerous, so he better not cause trouble to the child, maybe he can walk on the ground for two more days and spread the news by himself?

Zhang Yi didn't expect that he would stuff his teeth when he picked up a little bit of cold water and drank cold water.

Originally, he was assessed to get out of bed for a few days, but until the fifth day of coming here, he could only barely support the wall to urinate by himself, and he had a physique that almost fell down as soon as the wind blew, and he still wanted to get out of here to spread the news? It's really too much to think about.