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Who am I? I can't seem to remember why there are two voices repeating, or two different identities. What do you seem to be doing? Part-time? No, it should be on the battlefield! But where did the battlefield come from in peacetime? But...... Looks like a car accident? Or did you encounter an explosion?

I still can't remember, but this time I finally got over the heavy eyelids and could barely open my eyes. The first thing I saw was the blue sky, but the ethereal layer of smoke was unsightly, giving the sky a black veil.

Blinked twice, my eyes tried to adjust, and the blurred vision finally became clear, and there was indeed smoke somewhere, not something wrong with my eyes. Then the brain began to give orders, trying to move the body, and it was obvious that it was lying down. However, the soreness from the body almost made the head hang up again, as if the whole body had been smashed by a sledgehammer, and there was not a single bone that did not hurt. And the body obviously felt oppression, it seemed that more than one thing was pressing on itself, it should be a person or some other animal, it didn't feel like a stone to the touch, but there was no normal temperature.

How did it become like this when I was hit by a car, and I wasn't the only one who was hit? As soon as such a thought came to mind, the nostrils of the resumption of work received a strong fishy smell, like being in an open-air slaughterhouse, slightly accompanied by a rancid smell, and it seemed that it was still the kind of slaughterhouse that no one cleaned up.

Although he didn't think of any personal information, the information gathered by his senses at this time told him that this was clearly not the peaceful society. Try your best to calm yourself down, and if you can't think about it for the time being, you don't want to, and the current situation doesn't seem to be very good.

I lay down with my eyes open for a while before I recovered, and the soreness in my body still didn't ease, but at least I had some strength to move. Reluctantly pulled out the right arm that was being pressed, and a piercing pain instantly overwhelmed the nerves, and it seemed that the situation in the right hand was not good. As for the left hand, it was so crushed that he didn't feel it at all, and now I'm not sure if the left hand is still there.

Take a break and make an effort to get your right hand up, it's good! There was no broken arm, there was only a penetrating wound on the hand, and he barely moved his fingers twice, and it seemed that he could still use it, but his movement was a little slow. Gritting his teeth, he lifted the weight on his left hand, and took advantage of the slightest gap to pull his left hand out. It's just a few simple movements, but the whole person seems to have just finished a marathon and collapsed.

Lying there panting, trying to control the eyelids of the fight, he couldn't sleep at this time, his eyes could catch a lot of information from the few movements just now, at least the red arm told him that this was not a place to sleep.

Luckily, my left hand was just numb, and after a period of recovery, it was able to work normally. Relying on the efforts of both hands, he barely supported his upper body, raised his heavy head and changed his strands, the surrounding terrain was very gentle, and the horizon was open.

It was in this way that he realized a problem, now he was on a certain battlefield, a battlefield that had just ended a battle, and when he looked down at the clothes on his body, it seemed to belong to a certain warring force, but now he could not see the original color, and the uniform stained with blood and dirt had become extremely dirty.

Layers of corpses lay all the way to the end of the line, and the area is filled by intertwined warring sides, or several sides, in the form of lying down.

This land must be extraordinarily fertile in the coming year, and somehow, such a thought suddenly popped into my head. The unsupportable left hand was slowly moving backwards, and suddenly encountered a cold object, metallic cold.

Gun?! When I looked down, I saw this, it was very long, more than 1.5 meters, similar to the old bolt-action rifle, and there was an external bayonet. Well, no matter what, getting out of here at the moment is the most important thing.

Pick up a "rifle", let's call it for now. Propped up on the ground and tried to stand up, and then the laceration wound in his abdomen told him that it was not so easy to stand up, looking at the blood mark that had re-formed, he couldn't help but rejoice, the wound was a little deeper, and it was disemboweled.

As for standing up, he found that his ankle was also injured, and he no longer made a fuss. Holding on to a rifle that was more important than self-defense, he began to limp away. I don't know if the final victory over there or if both sides are defeated, this is not a place to stay for a long time, and I haven't seen anyone cleaning the battlefield for so long, and the scavengers have begun to gather.

Vultures and crows could not be seen in the sky, they had already eaten one meal, and were now ready to begin a second meal; The wolves on the ground are tentative on the edge of the battlefield, and they are cautious by nature and are not so easily tempted by food.

Gotta get out of here or you'll have to deal with these guys. The steps under the crutches quickened a little, and as for the ankle protest, it was assumed that he did not hear it. Dizzy and dizzy, there is no clear direction, find a direction and start moving forward, no matter where you leave is the top priority.

The vulture squatting on the corpse to consume food was awakened by the movement around him, raised his head and lazily looked at the faltering figure, and then retracted his head again, it is the right thing to eat two more bites when food is scarce, as for whether there is another competitor here, this is not a matter of concern to it, anyway, there is enough food at the moment. After the crow was frightened away, he tried to attack, but he didn't pay attention to it when he found that the prey would resist.

The shadow was stretched out in the sunset, looking at the shadow projected in front of him, his mind was a mess at this time, and he didn't know what he was thinking, and he walked out of the center of the battlefield with a deep and shallow foot, and the edge was the territory of the wolves, and the anxious wolf had already eaten and his stomach was swollen. Seeing a moving food coming, the wild wolf consciously gave way to a way, there was no need to bother hunting at this time, there was uneaten prey lying on the ground. And although the guy who was still moving looked shaky, the animal's instinct told him not to do anything, and he wouldn't interfere with the eating anyway.

Feeling the gaze around them, they looked up and realized that they had walked into the wolves, but none of the wolves came out of the attack, perhaps they didn't think this guy was threatening. Should we rejoice? I don't know if it was the corpses of enemies or allies who helped him escape.

A gray wolf with a swollen stomach just raised its head, its eyes met, and after the two sides looked at each other for a while, the other party took the lead and walked away, licking the bloody corners of his mouth, and the hair on his chin that was standing together with blood was very uncomfortable, shaking his head and turning his head away. Seeing this "polite" eater leave, it's time to go, and if you disturb the other party, it's time to stay.

After leaving the area of engagement, it is only a little more relaxed when you walk into a woodland, and the natural hidden nature of the woods is a rare comfort at this time. At this time, I found that my throat was burned like a fire, and I couldn't secrete a little liquid in my mouth, and the arrival of night made my already injured body even weaker, and the cold of the night was invading me. Water, food, and light, otherwise it's a matter of time.

Walked for a while, good luck! I actually heard the sound of running water, and there was a river nearby! At least a little hydration can be replenished, and then the blackened wound can be washed. However, sitting against a tree stall, I could no longer walk, and I heard the sound of running water, but I didn't have the strength to walk over. And the wound doesn't seem to heal on its own, as evidenced by the bloody footprints along the way.

The low temperature caused by blood loss made my head dizzy, leaning against the cold bark, smiling bitterly, but was it just a few more hours of struggle? What's the difference between that and where to stay?