Despite the dialect's preparation, he still didn't expect that the situation of this wandering squad would be so bad.

The so-called dinner is just a bowl of mushy porridge, with a little oil and water, with a faint salty taste, and the only thing that can be regarded as a dish may be just those two wild vegetable leaves.

"Captain Zhao." Fang Yan swallowed the gruel in his mouth and shouted at Zhao Cheng,

"How?"

Fang Yan pondered for a moment before asking, "Now, how long has it been?" ”

"I'll see!" Zhao Cheng took out the thing that looked like a mobile phone and looked at it before saying, "August 12, 2052, 8:30 p.m." ”

Fang Yan nodded, put down the bowl that was already empty, looked up at Zhao Cheng and asked, "How long have we been defeated here?" ”

"Less than half a year." Zhao Cheng said, mixed the remaining residues at the bottom of the bowl, ate it in one bite, and then licked the corners of his mouth before raising his head.

"If you have anything you want to ask, just ask, it's almost this time, and it's useless to think about it." Zhao Cheng said, staring into the eyes of the dialect.

He understood from the beginning that Fang Yan was a soldier, because the smell he carried on his body could not be washed away, and secondly, in terms of the current situation, the things that these survivors basically knew did not have much hidden value.

Whether the dialect has amnesia or not, in fact, it doesn't matter, the important thing is whether the dialect is suspicious, but as far as the current situation is concerned, Zhao Cheng can't see it, and some things can only be discovered slowly in the future relationship.

Under the dim light, Zhao Cheng's eyes revealed an oppressive force that looked directly at people's hearts.

"Dialect, dragon teeth, Chinese dragon teeth!" Fang Yan paused and said solemnly, while removing the gloves from his hands.

"Zhao Cheng, soldier, Huaxia soldier!" Zhao Cheng replied, holding Fang Yan's outstretched right hand.

"Guo Zhu, a soldier, like the captain, a Chinese soldier." Guo Zhu also put his hand up, looked at each other, and laughed.

The atmosphere in the tent eased again, and Fang Yan smiled and took his hand back.

He knew that Zhao Cheng had always been suspicious of himself, and the current introduction could be regarded as a declaration that he would not have any ideas.

"Captain Zhao, what the hell happened to us?" Fang Yan pondered and asked, thought for a moment, and said tentatively, "Robots? ”

"It's not!" Zhao Cheng shook his head, "But it's almost the same, this is a war between humans and machines. ”

"The robot still looks like a human, you know what we're fighting, it's just a pile of iron, but this pile of iron, with machine guns, with missiles, it's almost there, it's there." Guo Zhu interjected.

"In other words, what we are fighting is a war machine, a machine that has no emotions and is only controlled by programs." Zhao continued Guo Zhu's words and said. "The humanoid robots you are talking about, so far, we haven't seen them."

Fang Yan was stunned, lowered his head, thought deeply, and slightly combined with some situations, he understood why.

The reason why human beings can stand at the top is because of wisdom and the creativity that wisdom brings.

But human beings themselves are fragile and unsuitable for war, both in ancient times and in the present, war, more appropriately between tools, swords, guns and arrows, bullets and firearms......

In a practical sense, humanoid robots, on the frontal battlefield, are indeed not as useful as those mechanical reptiles.

Whether it is from the firepower carried, or from its own armor, mechanical reptiles are more suitable than humanoid robots, and at the same time, precision humanoid machinery also represents the trouble of manufacturing and repairing because of its precision......

"Brother Zhao, how did all this happen?" Thinking of this, Fang Yan raised his head and asked, this is the question he is most concerned about.

Zhao Cheng recalled slightly, and said, "I don't know, how it happened, we don't know, when we received the communication, it was almost a full-scale war." ”

"If you want me to say, brother, it's useless to think about these things, and there's nothing to think about when it happened before." Guo Zhu said, "You just need to know that the technology on the machine side is more advanced than ours!" ”

"Actually, it can't be said to be advanced, it's just more reasonable, the utilization rate is higher, and it's more suitable for war......" Zhao Cheng interrupted Guo Zhu's words and turned his head to look at Fang Yan, "What you encounter today is the most basic combat machine, which we call reptiles." ”

"And that flying machine is also the most basic aerial combat machine."

"The most basic?" Fang Yan asked incredulously.

"Yes, it's the basics." Zhao Cheng affirmed, "The most, is the most basic, that aircraft is only suitable for low-altitude combat, in addition, like us, there are also different types of troops on the machine side, missiles, rockets, artillery, ......."

Zhao Cheng paused and said firmly, "They don't know pain, they don't know death, you can think about it, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of mechanical reptiles, directly rushing towards your position." ”

The collision between flesh and steel......

Fang Yan thought about it, and his body shuddered involuntarily.

"In the beginning, a battle could last a few days and a half a month, but now." Zhao Cheng shook his head, "The city next to it has been lost for less than half a year, and the entire battle will take less than a day." ”

Fang Yan was stunned, and Zhao Cheng continued bitterly, "Their number is getting smaller and smaller, and we are getting fewer and fewer......"

"We, can we still fight back?"

Zhao Chengleng paused, looked at the dialect next to him, and said sonorously, "Yes!" Absolutely! ”

"How do you fight that?"

"I don't know, but as long as the communications of the whole army are pulled up and the satellites are back in control, we have to fight!" Zhao Cheng said, "Many of our weapons are not available because there are no satellites!" ”

"Communication, can it still be set up?" Fang Yan asked tentatively.

Zhao Cheng shook his head, his originally solid voice also lowered, and he smiled self-deprecatingly, "I want to know too, but since the war began, it didn't take long for the communication to be cut off. ”

"If the communication is cut off, we will become blind, and the eyes of heaven that we used to be proud of have become the eyes of death." Zhao Cheng said leisurely, turning his head to look at Guo Zhu,

"Actually, we've always wanted to fight back, really want to, but now, we can only think about ......"

The stars, after a long absence, reappeared in the sky over this area, shining their own light, but they didn't know how to comfort the poor people who were still alive on this land.

Fang Yan shook his head, looking at the two of them who looked haggard in the dim light,

Terminator World? Perhaps it would be more appropriate to say that this is the world of machines, the era of machines......