Last night, after talking for a long time, the dialect also had a general understanding of the situation in this world.

The state has not yet fallen, or rather, humanity has not yet completely failed, because in the rear of this can be said to be the base camp of machinery, there has not yet been a large-scale emergence of combat machinery.

The search for survivors is only a few scattered basic combat machines, and the main use is camera capture, but this may also have something to do with the fact that most of humanity has been wiped out on the frontal battlefield.

The source of the mechanical age, the dialect has still not been found, and there is no clue, but according to the plot in some movies, it is also possible that the logic of a certain artificial intelligence is confused, which is caused.

A very familiar world, because in the time and space of 2052, some modern shadows can still be found, but at the same time, there are very strange, because this world has become a mechanical world, and the people who call the shots are no longer human......

……

The night began to be slowly replaced by a touch of white color on the horizon, with a few more rays of light, with a foggy feeling.

"Dialects, up!" Zhao Cheng, who was outside the tent, opened the curtain and shouted as he looked at the dialect lying inside.

Opening his eyes, Fang Yan rubbed it, looked at the faintly bright sky outside, took the gun next to him, and walked out behind Zhao Cheng.

At this point in time, the other people haven't woken up yet, and it may be that they don't want to wake up, so Guo Zhu, Zhao Chenghe and Fang Yan are standing outside.

"Eat." Zhao Cheng handed over a bowl, and Fang Yan took it and glanced at it.

It's similar to last night's meal, it's also a bowl of mushy porridge, but without those few wild vegetable leaves, it looks even more monotonous.

The taste is still the same light,

Fang Yan ate silently, without saying a word, and slowly adapted to the life that belonged to this time and space, struggling......

He didn't tell Zhao Cheng that he still had two bags of compressed biscuits in his backpack, nor did he tell Zhao Cheng that he had anything left.

In the past, he might have taken out all the things in his backpack at such a moment, but now, he has also begun to slowly change, becoming cold-blooded and selfish.

But he understands that as long as he can live, it is the greatest commitment to this plane and the greatest struggle against fate, although he still doesn't understand what fate is.

The power of one person is small.

But at the same time, the small power will also bloom with dazzling brilliance, maybe in this world, he can't do anything, he can't save the world, maybe he can't even save himself, on the contrary, as long as he returns to the modern era, his small power will change the direction of the future and change the world......

Experience makes people familiar, and time makes people old.

Time is a pig-killing knife, or a whetstone, the previous dialect was a blunt knife, not smart, and a little impulsive, but now, he has opened it slightly......

"Okay, they'll clean it up later, let's go three!" Zhao Cheng looked at the dim sky and stood up.

Fang Yan put the bowl aside, picked up the gun next to him, followed Zhao Cheng, and walked out of the camp.

In the world, there is nothing that is not earned for nothing, and the same is true for dialects.

In the last days, it is a very lucky thing to have a captain with rich survival experience to lead, especially for the dialect that is still ignorant of this world, if there is no Zhao Cheng, yesterday, maybe even that city will not be able to get out.

Therefore, Fang Yan chose to stay in this wandering team and slowly explore the truth of this mechanical age.

But this does not mean that he can eat and live for free, and the survivor team does not raise idlers, which is what Zhao Cheng faintly revealed last night, especially when this team is about to run out of food.

The search for the past few days did not yield much results, which may also be related to the fierce fighting in the outer positions.

After discussing it last night, Zhao Cheng decided to go to the city again today, but this time, it was the center of the city, where the dialect came yesterday.

It's still the same, there are only three people, but Wang Bai has been replaced by the dialect, this warrior of the dragon's teeth.

"Don't make a sound, don't speak." Zhao Cheng admonished,

Fang Yan nodded, and then followed Zhao Cheng towards the ruins in front of him, he knew that this sentence was for him, because only he would not understand the laws of survival in this world.

There is no shortage of guns in the Machine Age, at least under the observation of dialects, this wanderer team, except for Wang Bai's daughter Wang Yutong, is basically equipped with a hand.

More appropriately, what the Age of Machines lacked was people, especially warriors like dialects.

Slowly touching forward, after entering the city, you can obviously feel the slowing down speed of the group, and the seemingly silent ruins are hidden in a killing machine......

……

"Take a break!" Zhao Cheng said that now they have entered the sewer, which is the one leading to the center of the city.

"Captain, where are we going later?" Guo Zhu said, looking at Zhao Cheng, who was observing the map of the city.

"Supermarket!" Zhao Cheng replied, putting his tactical tablet in the middle of the three of them, "There should still be some things in the warehouse of the supermarket, and when we go this way, no one knows how far the sewer can go, and when it will go out, be careful." ”

Zhao Cheng pointed to the map on the tablet, admonished the two, looked at the two and nodded, and then continued, "Check the weapons and equipment one last time, rest for five minutes, hurry up, and strive to get to the supermarket before sunrise!" ”

The two of them nodded, and carefully examined the guns in their hands again, at this time, no detail can be let go, and in the middle of the battle, it is never possible to give you time to check the firearms.

"Click!"

Fang Yan opened the safety of the rifle, pulled the bolt, and nodded at Guo Zhu and Zhao Cheng.

"Almost, let's go!" Zhao Cheng said, stood up, followed the instructions on the tablet, and walked forward.

The sewers, as they were yesterday, were still scurrying around and making a few squeaks, and this former regular, who used to be a regular in the sewers, was now the largest living creature in the city.

The sky outside is clearer and brighter, and the horizon in the distance has already risen a little golden, and the sun is about to wake up......

In the middle of the city, it was silent, but the lid of a sewer moved abruptly, and then it was raised a little higher, and a pair of eyes peeked out from between the cracks.

After looking around for a while, the lid was gently lifted aside, and a person climbed up from below, and after looking around carefully, he beckoned to the bottom, and the other two climbed out.

Without speaking, the group of three quickly hid in the store next to them, and then took advantage of the gap between the ruins to continue to move towards their destination, the supermarket that was no longer visible.

"Pillar, go up there, hide well." Zhao Cheng said softly, beckoned to the dialect next to him, and walked towards the supermarket.

Either as a surprise or as nothing, I don't know how much more will be left in this city that has been forgotten for half a year......