With the white silk threads on the horizon, dawn also quietly came to the side.

The artillery fire in the distance was still there, and the sound was getting louder and louder, and the dialect leaned over, looking for the blind spots in various visions, shuttling through the building, his steps were very light, he didn't want to attract anyone's attention, and he didn't want a bullet to shoot into his head for no reason.

If you can't make sure, there will be snipers hiding in the buildings not far away......

Fang Yan thought, looked at a frying pan in the kitchen, and took it in his hand to defend himself when he didn't have a gun, and then bowed down and retreated, gently closing the door.

Not all doors were open, and there was nothing Fang Yan could do about the closed security door, and he gave up the struggle after an attempt to unlock the door with wire.

The whole building was still in that unusually quiet state, he took a breath and slowly felt his way towards the stairwell, but after a few steps, he stopped.

A corpse!

Fang Yan was stunned for a moment, quickly looked at the surrounding environment, and after making sure that there was nothing abnormal, he slowly walked up.

A faint stench lingered in the air, Fang Yan wrinkled his nose slightly, crouched next to the corpse, looked around again, and turned on a lighter he had found earlier.

A faint light lit up in this dark stairwell, Fang Yan looked at the well-preserved corpse in front of him, his face began to become solemn, and he gently pinched the face of the corpse with his hand, carefully observing the corpse.

Rigid, but not yet large swelling and decay, the time of death will not exceed half a month, the fatal wound is a bullet mark in many parts of the body, no exoskeleton, no power armor, and the clothes of the whole body are still there, so the identity should be Lao Maozi's ordinary soldier, and the bullet hole on the top of the head should be the last shot to be filled, to ensure that he has died.

Therefore, the city should have been attacked half a month ago, and now, the sound of guns and cannons is still heard all around, which means that there are still various small units scattered in the city for mobile operations.

The magazines on the corpses had been emptied, the bullet pouches had been exhausted, there were no grenades, and the body armor and helmets had been damaged......

Fang Yan shook his head, and his eyes gradually focused on the pistol that the corpse was still holding, and then shook the lighter slightly, and sure enough, he saw the rifle on the stairs not far away.

"Click......"

A slight sound sounded, Fang Yan looked at the empty rifle chamber, removed the magazine without giving up, then put the rifle back on the ground, turned around and pulled off the pistol held by the corpse, unloaded the magazine and looked at it, and then collapsed directly on the ground.

What about licking the bag and making a fortune? What about the courier that was promised?

There were two more bullets in the pistol magazine, one more bullet in the chamber, a saber on the corpse, and beyond that, there was nothing, not even military rations left.

And that rifle without bullets is just a burning stick, no, it can't even compare to a burning stick, at least the burning stick is easier to pick......

Fang Yan watched, exhaled helplessly, pressed the bullet back into the magazine, then picked up the pistol and the saber on the corpse, and continued to feel upstairs.

The bullet holes disappeared after this flight of stairs, and the dialect, which was constantly searching, gradually reached the top of the building, and looked at the white sky outside the rooftop gate, and he silently retreated.

The dialect of the open area is not intended to go, and the rooftop may be regarded as an open area.

Fang Yan thought, returned to the 7th floor, walked directly into a room, then gently closed the door, stepped into the bedroom, and unloaded his backpack.

This building is only 8 stories high, and it is on the 4th floor when it arrives, and he doesn't plan to search for the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd floors below, because he may not find anything, and second, it is too dangerous.

A ray of sunlight finally came out of the clouds, and Fang Yan looked at it, leaned over to the window, and gently closed the curtains, leaving only a gap that slightly illuminated the bedroom.

"3 cans, 4 bottles of mineral water, 6 packs of biscuits, 3 packs of fries, a pistol with 3 bullets left, 1 saber, 3 lighters, 1 backpack, well, and a pan ......"

Fang Yan muttered, took things out of his backpack the same way, and finally looked at the pistol, stunned for a moment, and then began to carefully check the structure of the gun body to make sure that there was nothing wrong before putting it aside.

Poor!

How poor!

Break through the poverty of Skyrim!

Fang Yan shook his head, sat down slightly, and then took a thin line and a few heavy objects, walked to the door of the room, and after making a few simple warning devices, he took out the broom in the next room.

The surrounding area was quiet, and the place where the sound of artillery fire came from was very far away from him, and if nothing else, his place should be able to maintain calm for a long time.

At the very least, it wasn't much of a problem to stay calm during the time he'd traveled through.

Fang Yan thought, his mood was also a little relaxed, looking at the much cleaner bedroom, he turned around and took a set of quilts from the cabinet and spread them on the bed, then lay down, rubbed his temples, and quietly thought about something.

For the remaining ten days, he didn't plan to go out, nor did he plan to bring any technological products back, for him now, the battlefield was indeed too dangerous.

The left leg is still unable to move significantly, and the only pistol with long-range attack power on his body has only 3 bullets, and in addition, there is only a saber, uh, and a frying pan.

With no communications, no support, no weapons, no logistics, how can an orphan of war like himself go out and wander around?

Once the fight starts, the enemy only needs to pull out a big brother, and in less than two minutes, a rocket fighter arrives, and there is no comparison at all......

When he was in Nanjing, it may be said that his brain rushed forward with a fever, but now, Fang Yan feels that his brain is no longer hot, let alone in this kind of foreign battlefield.

At the same time, it doesn't matter who Lao Maozi fights with, he doesn't plan to participate in the peace anyway, but now that they have been beaten into the country, he also knows that this matter is a big deal, and it is not good that it will be a full-scale war, the rhythm of the third world war.

The war in 2043 is only 16 years away from the real world, and what I brought back before may be a question of whether it can be digested within these 16 years, so compared to the technological products of this era, this information is the most important thing!

Fang Yan thought, nodded, leaned his head on the pillow, looked at the glimmer of light outside the window, sighed, and slowly closed his eyes......

I can only hope that there is no Diao Min who wants to harm me......