"Click!"

Fang Yan loaded the magazine of the pistol, and after pulling the bolt, he raised it and aimed at the debris next to it, and then slowly lowered it again, unloading the bullets in the chamber.

If you don't die in a great calamity, you will be blessed......

"Phew!"

If the person who said this was standing in front of him right now, the dialect would go up and throw two big ears directly, and then he would feel what real cruelty was......

Two packs of ordinary biscuits, one bag of military high-energy compressed biscuits, one pack of potato chips, two bottles of mineral water, and two cans of drinks, this is the only thing left after Fang Yan opened his broken backpack and searched the whole room.

He knew very well that if he wanted to ensure that he had the ability to exercise for a long time and the ability to fight back, he could only eat these things for a maximum of 4 days, and the remaining days were still 9 days, which seemed extraordinarily long for him.

At the same time, he also understands that the injury on his left leg does not allow him to go out to search again in a short period of time, although he has not broken again, but now he is on the edge of a bone crack, and an inadvertent sharp turn may make him directly incapacitated.

When the time comes, a person who is limping, even on crutches, will appear on the modern battlefield?

Fang Yan shook his head, lifted the thing next to him, looked at the bedroom where the traces had been completely cleaned, lifted the thing next to him, and then limped down, opened the small door in the basement, slowly stepped in, and then stuffed a thin line on the edge of the door, and gently covered it.

Eat half a pack of biscuits a day, you can live 4 days, a pack of potato chips, eat 1 day, a pack of military high-energy compressed biscuits, you can eat 3 days, add up to 8 days, and then starve for half a day, return to modern times half-dead, make a phone call after knocking out an old man, and wait for 20 minutes to get on the plane home.

Of course, at that time, the half-dead self could not make the old Mao Zi of a fighting nation faint, which is another problem......

And this is the script that the dialect has set for the rest of his life, and the script set under ideal conditions, following the principle of "if you can survive, you will survive." The basic principle of "Eat chicken only by living." ......

It was a reluctant move, but at the same time, it was perhaps the wisest decision he made right now.

Because, now he is just a war orphan......

……

On the first day in the basement, he slept peacefully, peacefully, and the sound of artillery fire in the distance seemed to him more like a cradle music than a prelude to death......

The next day, he sat in the basement for a long time, sitting in front of the only window where he could see the outside world, looking at the world after the war, he was stunned for a long time, and then he stood up again, took his tactical flashlight, and began to search for everything that could be used in this basement, constantly drumming.

On the third day, the sound of artillery fire in the distance unexpectedly began to intensify, and Fang Yan was worried for a while at first, but he still put his mind at ease, because all this was still a little far away from him, and he didn't need to think about it at all, so he still ate and slept when he should eat, like a hermit in the battlefield, living his own life.

However, on the fourth day, the taste began to be a little wrong, or rather, the whole script began to be wrong, the distant artillery fire began to intensify, and the surrounding gunfire began to sound faintly, but still no footsteps were heard, which made Fang Yan breathe a sigh of relief, and then sealed the window with a wooden plank, leaving only a gap to be able to observe the outside situation.

It was also on this day that perhaps the only good news I knew so far was that the swelling on his left calf had disappeared, and although there would still be a tingling sensation, at least the simple actions were not much of a problem.

And on the fifth day, nothing had changed, but since the cannon shot in the head of the dialect, everything changed, and then, everything went haywire......

The whole script ......

"Phew!"

Fang Yan, who was lying on the ground, spit out a mouthful of sand in his mouth, raised his head slightly, and then patted the top of his head, and a puff of dust fell directly.

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! ”

Dense artillery fire began to sound around, but it is unknown if it was the reason why there were no two shells in one crater, at least until now, Fang Yan had not been hit in the top of his head.

Dust kept drifting down from the ceiling, and Fang Yan staggered to his feet on the ground, opened his eyes wide, and then patted his head vigorously, and the world in front of him changed from two to one again.

"I'm dropping a turtle! Someone put a shot on top of my head? ”

Fang Yan stared at his eyes, muttered to himself incredulously, slowly, looked at the scattered debris next to him, and the wall that did not appear any gaps, and then quickly walked to the place where he put his equipment, and put it on his body the same.

"Click!"

A bullet was quickly pushed into the chamber, and Fang Yan took a deep breath of dusty air, slowly brought his eyes to the gap in the window, and then slowly retracted it, and sat down in the center of the basement.

The artillery fire continued, but it had gradually moved away from the area, and the density had begun to decrease, and the next step should be the ground troops engaged in urban street fighting, and the place where they were might turn into the most intense battlefield in a few minutes.

Corpses strewn all over the field?

no！

At this time, in this era, you don't have to think that there are still corpses all over the field, because maybe you won't even be able to find your corpse by then.

Shells and missiles fly together, planes and helicopters compete with each other, and perhaps until the end, your identity can only be proved by the small piece of military badge around your neck, and the roster in the database......

"Turtle turtle, did I blow up your ancestral grave or what's wrong!"

Fang Yan grinned, took out the only remaining military high-energy compressed biscuit, and then opened the remaining bottle and a half of mineral water, swallowing it quickly, preparing for the battle that might ensue next.

"If you have the ability, you will give me another shot!" Fang Yan held up the compressed biscuit in his hand and cursed, then swallowed hard, picked up the mineral water next to him and poured it hard.

"Whew!"

A sharp sound that pierced the sky sounded suddenly, and the compressed biscuit in Fang Yan's hand fell directly, and even the teeth that were still chewing stopped, he listened to the sound blankly, and then subconsciously lay on the ground.

I've never believed that there is such a thing as a crow's beak in this world......

Until......

I got another shot in the head......

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