"Be vigilant, these machines are smarter than you think." Zhao Cheng said softly, holding a gun, and tiptoed forward.

The first floor of the supermarket was already a mess, the shelves were in disarray, all kinds of goods were scattered on the ground, bullet holes and dried blood stains were scattered all around.

Fang Yan nodded, followed behind Zhao Cheng, looked at his feet, and walked in.

A soft sound began to sound in the silent space, and footprints began to appear on the originally dusty ground, constantly extending inward.

"It's here!" Zhao Cheng turned his head and said to Fang Yan, pointing ahead, and Fang Yan looked along.

The front door has been obscured by dust, and it is almost impossible to see the appearance, but it is still closed, and the word "warehouse" is slightly clearly displayed on the sign above.

"You can pick the lock?" Fang Yan asked, Zhao Cheng shook his head, then shook the doorknob, pushed hard, the closed door did not move, and some dust was sprinkled from above, staining Zhao Cheng's body.

"How do you get in?" Fang Yan asked again and walked to the door.

The originally transparent glass was already covered with dust, and he couldn't see what was inside, so he wiped it with his hand and looked inside.

The sunlight shines through the few windows in the warehouse, which is relatively dark, but you can see the scene inside more intuitively.

The shelves fell to the ground at random, and all kinds of boxes looked messy, but they were still much better than the situation outside the supermarket, at least the contents were not broken into slag.

"Look there!" Fang Yan whispered, gesturing to a corner of the warehouse, where it stood out as a light shone in.

"The explosion must have punched a hole in the wall." Zhao Cheng leaned his eyes over and said, "But it's on the street outside." ”

"Do you want to call Guo Zhu in?" Fang Yan asked, this place was a little farther away from the place where Guo Zhu was stationed.

"No!" Zhao Cheng pondered for a moment, "We entered through that hole, and then came out of this door, this door is probably closed from the inside, while we are dodging." ”

"There are bullet holes in the wall of the warehouse, indicating that the reptiles have found the people inside, and the hole should have been made at that time."

Fang Yan nodded, looked at Zhao Cheng, and said, "Then let's go now?" ”

Zhao Cheng looked inside again, then took out the tablet and called up the map, and then said to Fang Yan, "Let's go through the back door, and it's almost time to turn a corner." ”

……

"Chocolate, biscuits, you look for these two things, in your backpack, the same half, I'll go find flour and rice, and salt." Zhao Cheng said to the dialect, walked inside, and began to search around.

Fang Yan also followed, made a mistake with Zhao Cheng, and searched in the other direction.

"Chocolate!" Fang Yan muttered softly, looked at the packaging scattered on the ground, squatted down and opened the carton next to it, not surprisingly, it was indeed a full box.

On the other side, Zhao Cheng also gained something and began to pack it into his backpack.

Fang Yan looked at it, lifted the backpack that was already half loaded, and continued to walk forward, fortunately, the snacks were almost put together, which also saved a lot of time in searching.

The rest of the space in his backpack was filled with biscuits, and he unzipped it up, slung it to his back, and moved his hands and feet just enough to interfere with his movements.

"Tongues."

Fang Yan turned his head to look over, and Zhao Chengzheng was sitting on a box and beckoned to him.

"Would you like one?"

Zhao Cheng said, tore open a pack of brand-new Chinese cigarettes in his hand, smoked two out of it, handed one to Fang Yan, and then lit it for himself with the lighter next to him.

"Shhh

Zhao Cheng took a deep breath and let out a light sigh, "I couldn't afford to smoke these before, but now no one smokes these." ”

Fang Yan listened, looked at the cigarette in his hand, the war did not leave any traces on it, thought about it, and lit it.

"Brother Zhao, you say, how could we lose so quickly." He asked, taking a puff.

"Think about it, we have more firepower, more numbers than we have, and more weapons than we do." Zhao Cheng replied, "Our air force is the first to lose. ”

"Then there's the Navy, and now, pretty much only our Army remains." Zhao Cheng said, took a deep breath again, and then slowly spit it out.

"I want satellites, satellites don't have them, I want networks, I don't have networks, I don't have communications, I don't have anything, EMP is useless, long-range missiles are useless, nuclear bombs are useless......"

Without the Internet and communication, perhaps we will really return to the primitive era......

Fang Yan thought and took another puff.

"In the past, we would be afraid of international influence and the national economy, so we couldn't expand our armaments as unscrupulously as machines, but now, we can't think about it......," Zhao Cheng said, throwing the burned cigarette on the ground and grinding it fiercely.

"If you don't talk about it, it's useless to talk about it." Zhao Cheng said, his eyes were a little red, and he touched two Chinese in the box again.

After thinking about it, he put another one back, then opened his backpack and prepared to stuff it in, but his movements paused halfway through.

Looking at the dialect, he sighed, tore the seal from the top, and took out three packets from inside.

"Do you want it?" Zhao Cheng asked.

"Forget it." Fang Yan shook his head and said.

Zhao Cheng was stunned, threw a pack of cigarettes back to the ground, then put two packs of cigarettes in his pocket, turned around and grabbed another bag of flour and put it in.

"Pillars and mine." He smiled bitterly, then walked over to the place where the rice was placed, scooped up two bags, and then turned to Fang Yan and said, "You take another bag, and carry it on the back of the pillar when the time comes." ”

"Good!" Fang Yan walked up, fished out two bags, followed behind Zhao Cheng, and walked towards the door.

"It's a waste of wine." Zhao Cheng shook his head and sighed, looked back at the warehouse, and said to Fang Yan, "Wait until you don't hurry to leave, call the pillar, eat something first, there are so many tastes, I almost forgot about ......"

……

For dialects, this may only be regarded as an additional meal, but for Zhao Cheng and Guo Zhu, it is indeed a hard-won happiness.

During this period of their struggle, they may have really forgotten a lot of things, a lot of flavors, even if it was a pack of pickled pepper phoenix feet, they couldn't wait to swallow all the bones......

"Alright, it's time to go!" Zhao Cheng looked at the snacks that were almost eaten on the ground, stood up and said.

Without too many words or too much nostalgia, Fang Yan and Guo Zhu also stood up, put their backpacks on their backs, and walked towards the ruins outside.

The sky was sunny and blue, but there was no crowd in the past, and there might only be three of them in the city, deserted and lonely......

At a low altitude not far away, in the corner of a building, a flying machine showed a shadow, and in the camera in front of it, a little red light kept flashing.

"Target Found, Threat Level: Medium, Executor Cleanup."

Coordinates, 115.269......