Manual of Space-Time Interference

Date: October 17, 2017

"Nuwa, turn on the combat assistance system, pay attention to scanning for any abnormality around you, and prepare a route with the least threat!"

Small circles of different colors are shown on the dialect's mask. The depth of the color marks the abnormality of these positions. At the same time, a blue line is also shown from above.

"Crack!"

A slight noise sounded in this dense forest, Dialect took a breath, and ran directly towards the set route at full speed.

"boom!"

A voice sounded, and the dialect lowered the raised muzzle a little, and a stream of yellow smoke slowly drifted out of the forest in the distance, and then slowly drifted into the air.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A series of gunshots began to sound, but under the shade of trees, the high-speed movement of the dialect seemed to be at ease.

"boom!"

Pulling again and stopping behind a big tree, Dialect quickly aimed at a red light spot on the light screen, pulled the trigger very quickly, then bowed his legs slightly, and raised his footsteps again, as the light screen set run the route.

"Armor damage rate is 3%!"

A slight vibration came from behind, and at the same time, a cold voice sounded beside his ears. Dialect listened and quickened his pace again.

"Armor damage rate is 6%!"

A red circle danced slightly on the right side of the screen. Dialect looked at it, bowed slightly, and rushed directly to a big tree in front of him. With the help of his own rolling buffer, he stood on the spot in the moment he got up.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The index finger was pulled three times in a row, and the dialect quickly got up again and ran towards the distance.

The voices in the ears began to be dense, and the roar of the machine guns also came over. The route on the light screen was constantly changing with the appearance of the enemy, but at the same time, the advantage of speed on the battlefield began to be slowly reflected.

"Da da da!"

The gunshots began to stagger, and then a gorgeous symphony was played.

The troops surrounding Dialect are the peripheral defense troops of Xingshi Base, with two companies plus an artillery platoon. Although the combat effectiveness of individual soldiers is not as good as that of the special forces, when they attack as an organic system, the power of the outbreak is also unacceptable. underestimate.

"The armor damage rate is 25%!"

A yellow smoke began to float around, and Nuwa's voice also rang in Dialect's ears.

"Mortars, RPGs, machine guns, rifles, sniper rifles, this simulated mountain battlefield is really in place..."

Dialect muttered, stood up from the ground, bowed his legs slightly, and ran out of the smoke. At the same time, the sound of gunshots that had stopped for a while was also loudly.

The entire battlefield is only 4 kilometers deep. It is located in a mountain forest close to 100 kilometers from the Xingshi base. After the dialect has undergone a series of extreme tests and stress tests, it was thrown here, and the body was constantly running in during the exercise. of this power armor.

And the task of the dialect is also very simple, that is, to break away from the local war area simulated by the two companies, as long as you reach the periphery of the battlefield, the task is completed!

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Dialect held the gun, kept firing towards the side, and moved quickly at the same time, running towards the reset route...

"The damage degree of the armor is 35%. It is estimated that the armor has malfunctioned. It is 400 meters away from the periphery of the battlefield. The result of the exercise: failure, the exercise has ended!"

There was a whisper in his ear, and the gunfire around him slowly quieted down. The dialect stopped in place.

"what!"

Dialect shouted, this is his 4th actual combat exercise, and also the 4th failure...

"Is Director Zhou's communication connected?"

"Connect it!" Fang Yan shook his head and leaned against a tree next to him.

"Failed?"

"Speaking of business, I'm not far from success!" Fang Yan replied, his tone full of helplessness. He originally thought that the opponent of the exercise would search for him, but he didn't expect that he would hit the prepared muzzle, and then ask for it. Disengage from the battlefield.

"Everything is difficult at the beginning, come back first, Yan Hongchang is here, I have something to do with you!" Dean Zhou said, and a black spot slowly appeared in the dialect's eyes.

Shaking his head, the dialect slowly started running towards the apron where the exercise started...

…

"Bang dang..."

A slight voice sounded, and Dialect walked into the conference room. After greeting the two of them, he sat down on the chair next to him and asked, "Ju Yan, why are you here?"

"Do you think what number is today?" Yan Hongchang asked with a smile.

"I'm counting, I came on the 8th, and now it's 9 days, October 17th, is there something wrong?" Dialect asked in confusion.

"There is nothing wrong, the chief asked me to bring something for you." Yan Hongchang was stunned, handed the box in his hand to Dialect, and then took out a pistol made of a cartridge case from his pocket and said, "Let's continue with this, I don't have anything to give, UU reading www.uukanshu.com This is something that was boring and tinkered with before, don't be too shabby!"

"What's the situation?" Fang Yan said stunned, looking at Yan Hongchang's half-smiling expression, he suddenly realized that, his eyes immediately floated to the side of Dean Zhou, "It turns out that today is my birthday, not to mention I really forgot... "

"Cough cough! I definitely remember that this is still in the living room and didn't bring it over. I thought I'd give it to you at night, so I'll take it for you now..." Dean Zhou smiled, and after going out, he took out the walkie-talkie and kept going. said softly,

"Isn't it right from the Institute of Geology, don't you have a lot of meteorites there? Get a glass meteorite and take it to the physics laboratory."

"Physics laboratory? Wait for the Geology Institute to give you a glass meteorite. You can think of a way to cooperate with the application laboratory to make a Guanyin or a ring. Impossible? How impossible! We are Researchers, please study art and cultivate sentiment..."

…

"What did the chief give me?" Dialect picked up the box given by the chief next to him.

"I don't know either!" Yan Ju waved his hand.

Nodding his head, Dialect gently opened the box, and there were only two armbands and a letter in front of him. One armband looked very old, while the other was brand new.

He didn't rush to get the two armbands. Dialect took out the letter and opened it. There were not many words, only five sentences.

"The first armband is the armband of the first special shadow army after the establishment of Huaxia!"

"The second armband is the first armband designed for only one person since the establishment of Huaxia!"

"If a chick wants to fly, it must first spread its wings!"

"I wish you a happy birthday this year, and please look forward to next year's gifts!"

"XX stay"