January 14, 2043 is the beginning of this war, and the current time is March 11, 2043......

As for the reason for the start of the war, the dialect also asked, but Diana did not say why, but the most crucial word, the dialect still succeeded in capturing - nuclear fusion.

And the specific reasons and processes?

You can't ask too much of a little girl who hasn't been past level six in Chinese......

The sound of artillery fire in the city began to vent his anger after the rain stopped at midnight, and the gunfire began to spread again to all corners, which made the shallow Fang Yan wake up in an instant, and subconsciously picked up the pistol next to him, but slowly put it down.

His hands trembled a little, and then slowly calmed down, Fang Yan looked at the fireworks that came out from time to time, and sighed slowly, but he didn't lie on the bed again, but walked to the position of the stairwell on the 7th floor, holding the gun, and sat down quietly against the wall.

At 1 o'clock in the morning, there were still 28 hours before the return, 100,800 minutes, a long time, but at the same time very short, and the sound of gunfire and artillery fire outside was like a note of urgency, constantly tormenting the dialect at this time.

"Whew!"

A long exhale sounded in the silent stairwell, and he looked fixedly at the opposite wall, and what was revealed in the mess was only a kind of numbness and vicissitudes......

At 11 o'clock, 2 o'clock, and 9 o'clock, gunshots were already ringing out, but the distance was still relatively far away, and it didn't pose much of a threat at the moment, but the building would definitely be affected in the back, but I don't know how long it was.

Originally, I was looking forward to this heavy rain until the day I left, but unfortunately the weather was not beautiful, and the rain stopped at an awkward time.

"The world where eggs hurt!"

A soft curse came out of Fang Yan's mouth, he exhaled, slowly got up again, walked back to his room step by step, took out some of the guns on the floor, and walked upstairs.

……

"Wow! For! For! ”

A gentle knock sounded, Fang Yan looked at the security door in front of him without the slightest movement, and raised his hand again, but unexpectedly, the door opened at the same time.

"Is there something wrong?" Diana asked, looking at the dialect in front of her, kicking the small stool next to her with her foot and putting away a fruit knife.

Very sober, without a trace of chaos, looking at Diana's appearance, she definitely woke up when the cannon fire outside rang out.

"Something, you let me in!" Fang Yan said to Diana, who was blocking the door, and then walked through the passage she had made out and put all the guns she was holding on the table.

"Gun, I'll give it back to you now," Fang Yan said as he looked into Diana's eyes, then pointed to the gun on the table, his tone becoming more serious, "But remember, don't point the gun at me next time!" ”

"Good!"

Diana answered, and slowly moved a stool to sit next to the dialect, silently speaking, under the faint light, under the gunfire outside, this small room seemed unusually peaceful and quiet.

"Diana, what are you going to do next?" Fang Yan pondered for a moment and asked, turning his head to look at the little girl next to him.

"I don't know." Diana replied softly, glanced at the dialect, reached for the pistol on the table, and played with it.

The whole room returned to the original silence, Fang Yan looked at the little girl next to him and wanted to speak and stopped, but she didn't open her mouth to say the next sentence, and she didn't dare to say the next sentence.

After a long time, Fang Yan stood up abruptly, turned around and walked towards the door, but turned back again, looked at Diana, and finally opened his mouth, "I'll go first, I'll leave tomorrow, don't go out during this time, just stay here......"

After saying that, he walked straight out of the house, took a deep look at the little girl when he closed the door, then closed the door and walked towards the place he had set on the seventh floor.

His heart is very big, but sometimes, his heart is also very small, in fact, he also understands that this little girl has nothing to do with him whether she lives or dies, and the time and space lines of the two worlds cannot have any intersection, he is just a strange visitor to this world, but between what he sees and what he doesn't see, is separated by a moat......

But in the end, between this dark corridor, he could only say one sentence softly,

"Good luck, Diana......"

……

Time, walking slowly, the misty light finally appeared between this world and the world, but the fading night was to smear the world with a layer of black ......

Standing against the wall, the rifle is also held in his hand anytime and anywhere, it seems to be very relaxed, and he looks like a child, but Fang Yan can raise his gun and shoot at the moment he finds something abnormal.

Diana is very obedient, or she has learned the rules of survival in this battlefield, since stepping out of the dialect, until now, there has been no sound from the upper floor, making this building seem extraordinarily silent.

But outside, the sound of artillery fire became more and more roaring, and there was an instant noise in the sky, and the street battles that were originally small fights in the city seemed to have completely changed a tone after the rain stopped, and became particularly impassioned.

"Boom!"

A loud noise rang out from the side, and the whole building seemed to shake in the sound, and a tongue of fire flashed through a nearby window, turning the entire corridor red.

Fang Yan was stunned, turned his head and looked down the stairs, and after not noticing the abnormality, he slowly leaned over to the place where he used to observe, only to find that the original room had completely disappeared, leaving only a hole, and the burning wreckage, part of the wreckage of an airplane......

"Buzz! Airplanes! Airplanes! ”

Countless black shadows flew quickly through the air with the sound of this sound, Fang Yan immediately lay down his body, waited for the countless helicopters flying over, and then stood up again, looked at the plane that was still burning in front of the building, and slowly looked up into the distance - the sky where countless black dots kept colliding, and the urban area that had been shrouded in smoke and fire.

Lao Maozi counterattacked!

Fang Yan thought, pulled the bolt of his rifle again, and quickly turned and ran towards the stairwell, because he had heard footsteps coming from upstairs.

Behind him, a dark black fighter plane burst into flames and fell headlong into the distant city, and then exploded in an instant......

On this battlefield, there are only two kinds of people left, the living and the lying down, and there are only two identities left - comrades or enemies.

There is no why......

There will be no peace!