No one knows how long the young man in front of him will last.

But all the officers and soldiers on the scene invariably counted silently in their hearts: 10 hours, 30 minutes, and 30 seconds!

"What, he's been holding out for ten hours without blinking?"

In the nearby temporary headquarters, all the generals were shocked when they heard this number, and they all looked at General Huang Sheng.

General Huang Sheng took a deep breath and said, "Contact the capital, just say that we need a new rank of major general!" ”

In special times, special merits can always be generated.

Persisting for ten hours, this is not just overcoming the limit of human victory, just like the predecessors who were once burned by fire but did not move at all, and in the future, it will be like a spirit, deeply imprinted in the hearts of all the soldiers of Great Xia.

"New Major General!"

Everyone at the scene agreed.

The generals in times of crisis seem to be glorious and brilliant, but who knows the hardships behind the scenes?

Persisting for ten hours without blinking can at least save hundreds of soldiers, and that soldier named Zhang Ce is enough to be included in the textbooks after Great Xia.

"Shall we visit again then?"

"Don't, don't bother!" General Huang Sheng shook his head directly, his eyes were extremely worried: "At this time, he should have entered a state of numbness in the human body. ”

"Once broken, there is a high chance of death on the spot!"

Numbness!?

This noun is actually associated with adrenaline.

During World War II, similar experiments were conducted abroad.

The subject insisted on not sleeping for seven or eight days, and the whole person looked dazed and numb, but he didn't know how long he hadn't slept yet, but when others told him, his eyes instantly turned black and fell into a coma.

"How long can this numbness last?"

"I don't know, either stop in time, or go all the way to death."

"Zhang Ce, Zhang Ce, is worthy of being a man from Jiangcheng!"

.......

Numbness.

Sluggish.

The field of view seems to have pressed the pause button.

There is no such thing as vision, only pure color.

At this moment, in Zhang Ce's eyes, the world is so simple.

He couldn't even hear his own heartbeat, he couldn't feel his own pulse.

When it suddenly rained in the sky, he didn't feel the rain wash over his skin.

I just feel that the vision in front of me has an extra layer of gray gloomy veil, and under the veil, everything is still the same, unchanged, as if entering a state of some kind of sensory sluggishness and numbness.

Zhang Ce's consciousness also fell into paralysis.

He couldn't remember the time, he had long forgotten it.

He was like a dead machine, the flesh, bones, and nerves in his body still following the program, standing and not falling.

It seems that someone is muttering the word hero in my ear.

But Zhang Ce could only hear it vaguely.

A bitter smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

But he didn't know that this action actually took a full five minutes for him to complete the whole process of raising the corners of his mouth.

All nervous responses seem to slow down.

Consciousness slowed down.

Time is here for him, as if it has lost its original rules.

It's numbness.

It's also some kind of ethereal.

At a certain moment, a thought welled up in Zhang Ce's head: Will his eyes become bloodshot at this moment?

His wry smile came to him with this thought.

There seemed to be footsteps around him.

It rang from behind him to in front of him.

Zhang Ce felt it, and then he saw a vague figure standing in front of him on his left, and farther away was [Kill with Eyes Closed].

"Zhang Ce, it's been eleven hours, and you're ....... now"

The squad leader's voice sounded, but it stopped abruptly.

In Zhang Ce's blurred vision, he seemed to see that the squad leader's face became extremely stunned, and his eyes that had always been firm appeared in shock.

Is the squad leader surprised by something?

Zhang Ce wanted to ask.

He opened his mouth, but it was as if he was caught in a time vortex, and the words in his mouth seemed to be turned on at a super slow speed, and he could not speak.

And before he could say anything, the squad leader's voice sounded again, this time with a deep sense of horror and confusion.

"Zhang Ce, why did your eyes become like this!!"

The squad leader was extremely terrifying, staring at Zhang Ce's eyes.

Zhang Ce's eyes were indeed blood-red, but the dense bloodshot in his eyes looked like some kind of mysterious and ancient pattern.

Six whirlpools.

Six bloodshot vortexes!

appeared in Zhang Ce's eyes!

The longer you persist in it, the clearer and more textured these six bloodshot vortices become.

Six bloodshot swirls take on a spiral shape, enclosing the black pupils in the center.

Such eyes no longer look like biological eyes, but like the eyes of gods with some kind of power, or they represent some kind of extraordinary realm that is not touched by living beings.

Half an hour has passed since the squad leader exclaimed.

Zhang Ce's inquiry finally sounded slowly.

"Squad leader, what's wrong with my eyes?"

The squad leader looked complicated, and silently took out a small mirror.

Through the mirror, Zhang Ce saw his own eyes.

A pair of bloodshot eyes that resemble a time vortex.

Zhang Ce smiled.

Such eyes really don't look like human eyes.

But, so what, it doesn't matter.

Keep your eyes open, keep persevering, keep time passing.

Zhang Ce's body continues to undergo mysterious changes that no one knows.

Fifteenth hour.

Zhang Ce felt that the vision in front of him was even more muddy and blurred.

He began to feel no more of his existence.

It's as if your body is just air.

And his consciousness was floating in the air.

Twentieth hour.

Zhang Ce completely lost the feeling of self-existence.

His vision was inexplicably more than a few miscellaneous pictures.

It's like playing an old CD, and from time to time some broken white light is jammed.

These pictures, intermittent and messy, have transcended the normal worldview, but Zhang Ce has become so numb that he does not react.

Thirtieth hour.

White light images are becoming more frequent and less fragmented.

It has become, and from time to time there is a large area of light curtain inserted into the field of vision.

And there was originally no color, only the area of white light, there were already colors, but these colors were still relatively cloudy and did not constitute a specific image.

Fortieth hour.

Perhaps the comrades-in-arms have been completely shocked.

But Zhang Ce couldn't feel it at all.

He saw that the ruins of the buildings in front of him were beginning to be illusory.

It began to be covered by a large area of white light.

This time, inside these white lights, a specific picture appeared.

It's like PS in modern software.

Ancient flowers and plants covered the ruins.

Pollen-rippling winds covered the gloomy city of abundance.

All the modern cities that existed began to be gradually covered.

Only [Kill with Eyes Closed] did not change, wearing a military uniform, smiling rather than smiling, standing in front of the ruins covered with flowers and plants.

This scene made Zhang Ce's numb consciousness gradually roar with drums, and he thought of an idiom: time goes against the flow.