doomsday exile

Yan Long felt that he was standing in the snowstorm, he couldn't remember who he was and why he was here.

——This is the endless snowfield he saw when he was born.

His consciousness is chaotic, his mind is blank, he can only feel the weakness of life passing by, as if a second is ticking in his ear, urging him to get out of here as soon as possible.

Yan Long lowered his head, the soldier's palm had already been frostbitten and was stained with blood everywhere.

"He" was holding a gun with only one bullet left, and was carrying a heavy box on his back.

The roaring wind blew away the remaining body temperature, and this tired and heavy body would fall down at any time.

"Alive... live to leave... go back..."

The ambiguous voice, accompanied by the ticking seconds, hovered in the ears together with the blizzard.

Yan Long quickly moved his frozen fingers, removed the magazine, replaced it with a new magazine as quickly as possible, and staggered forward.

Then he caught an unusual sound in the howling wind and snow, and he turned around and pulled the trigger.

"boom."

In the distance came the heavy sound of a body falling down, as well as curses mixed with various accents.

Yan Long quickly changed positions.

It's all instinct, maybe he wants to think, but he doesn't have time to think.

After three "bang bang bang" sounds, the voice behind was silent for ten seconds, as if avoiding, and also as if judging how many people were still on Yan Long's side.

Yan Long leaned against a stone, and without thinking, he skillfully touched the small bag on his waist, opened it, and took out a specially sealed bag.

Inside the bag were syringes, alcohol swabs, and a shot of epinephrine.

This injection not only saved Yuan Zhongxia's life, but also made Yan Long's chaotic consciousness clear.

At this time, it was only 10 minutes before Yan Long became aware of his "self".

——How to confirm the existence of "self"?

is pain.

The constant dull pain of the wound, and the cold wind that was as terrible as a Siberian blade.

is anger.

The sound of getting closer and closer is the sound of snowmobiles and sleds.

The hot blood stained on his hands came from his dead companion, and this blood... soon froze.

It's despair, it's unwillingness.

There are too many enemies, the wound on the abdomen is bleeding, the strength and body temperature are losing, and the consciousness of this body has been blurred.

Even so, the soldier still did not put down the box and weapon.

That ticking in the ear isn't the seconds, it's the heartbeat.

Those vague voices melting in the wind and snow are countless brain waves that have just disappeared.

Together they repeat a will.

——Alive, and return to the motherland with the quest items.

Yan Long slowly clenched his fists, feeling the emotions of this body and brain.

Because Yuan Zhongxia was a sniper, he was always protected by his teammates and survived to the end.

The pain and anger accumulated in Yuan Zhongxia's heart had reached a critical point, and it was accompanied by deep self-blame: Why couldn't he shoot more accurately?Why didn't you bring more bullets?Why not strong enough?Why can I just watch my teammates fall one by one?

Yan Long reached out to touch the box behind him.

He knew what it was.

He knew... the death of these people was because they regarded this thing as more important than their own lives.

Now, it's his turn to protect the warriors and fulfill their wishes.

Now, he is also a member of this team.

"Snapped."

The bullets hit the snow and stones, and the enemy was looking for a target.

Too much snow and too little visibility.

This battle has lasted for a long time. The fleeing people didn't expect it, and neither did the mercenaries who were chasing them. In short, they plunged into the blizzard.Under such harsh weather conditions, the battle was very difficult, and the battle was extremely fierce, and both sides were seriously attrition.

The mercenaries came from different teams, and two groups had already withdrawn, leaving only the last group searching around unwillingly.

Many fighting methods emerged in Yan Long's mind, but now he is short of ammunition and constrained by the weather.

He arched his back to reduce the resistance brought by the strong wind. He stepped lightly on the snow-covered stones and walked backwards, erasing his footprints as he walked.Although it was not wiped carefully, but with the help of the blizzard, there was no trace after 1 minute.

The cold froze the blood, and the bandaged wound did not continue to bleed.

Neither Yuan Zhongxia nor Yan Long gave "myself" painkillers, because anesthetics would dull the senses.

Yan Long breathed evenly, quietly listening to the impact of the bullet, and quickly analyzing the mentality of the pursuer.

He flexibly avoided several outflanks and traps.

The most dangerous time, the enemy was lying in ambush less than ten meters away from him, which was the only direction the bullet did not hit, obviously waiting for him to be fooled.

Relying on "experience", Yan Long gradually got out of the encirclement. At this time, he saw a mercenary sitting on a snowmobile, talking angrily with a walkie-talkie, but the signal was also interfered by bad weather. At a high place, try to find a better position to observe the situation.

That is, a lone enemy.

Yan Long's eyes fell on the snowmobile.

He hesitated, and checked his supplies again.

The last magazine has also been replaced, the small bag containing food and water has long been lost, and the support will not arrive until tomorrow at the earliest, and this place is outside the national border.If you want to get out of this snowfield alive, you need supplies, and it is best to have another vehicle.

Of course, it would take a lot of risk. He had already slipped out of the encirclement. As long as he quietly submerged into the wind and snow, the chances of the enemy finding him were very low.

Yan Long chose to fight without hesitation.

Only by fighting can we survive.

Yan Long didn't move his gun, he touched the snowmobile with the fastest speed, and then rushed out, using the most efficient and explosive method in his memory, he broke the guy's neck in one fell swoop.

"Crack."

This voice reached Yan Long's ears, and Yan Long didn't even realize that this was the first person he had killed. After all, he had done it several times in his "memory", and he knew many ways to kill the enemy.

All he could see was the snowmobile, and the enemy who was standing on the small slope next to him, holding a communicator and cursing.

Yan Long knew that he had to be fast, the sound of the snowmobile starting could not be covered by the wind and snow, as long as the opponent turned his head, he would immediately find out the direction he was fleeing from, notify the others and chase after him and shoot coldly.

Yan Long raised the muzzle of his gun, and under the interference of the wind and snow, looked at the walking figure and made a judgment.

"boom."

The shot was fired at the back, and Yan Long roughly calculated the trajectory and wind direction.

The purpose of not hitting the head is to increase the hit rate, he is not a sniper.

But Yuan Zhongxia's technique is very reliable, the muscular instinct of this body helped Yan Long.

The enemy was shot in the back, as if pushed out by a strong force, and fell heavily into the snowdrift.

Yan Long didn't look back, he didn't care whether the guy was dead or alive, time is life, he jumped on the snowmobile directly, tried to turn the key and the handle according to his memory, the motorcycle rushed crookedly into the snowy sky .

In less than 5 minutes, the mercenaries who were scattered all over quickly returned here. They heard that their companions were being attacked through their headsets, and they knew that they had been entangled.

They looked at their dead and injured companions, as well as the missing snowmobile, and angrily started tracking along the tire marks.

An hour later, they found the motorcycle abandoned on the snowy field, running out of fuel.

Supplies and ammunition were taken from the trunk of the motorcycle.

"Look! We must dig him out!"

The mercenary leader kicked his motorcycle angrily and roared.

A new pursuit began again.

Half an hour later, Yan Long looked at the fallen enemy not far away, and knew that he should retreat.

- Adrenaline time is running out.

The nerves on the forehead were twitching, and all the signs showed that the body was exhausted, but the will to fight did not fade in the slightest.

Because several enemies died again, and the encirclement was thinner than before, Yan Long quickly ran out.

The watch and locator I carried showed that it was already five o'clock in the morning.

But the sky was still dark, and the blowing snow and the wind continued unabated.

As Yan Long walked, his consciousness became chaotic again.

A lot of vague common sense appeared in his memory, such as this is the eternal night, and he has to wait for more than a month to see the sun.

For example, the Chinese New Year has just passed, and the team was sitting together a day ago, laughing and talking about the New Year's Eve dinner in their hometown.

Yan Long wanted to keep more, but these memories were just like the voices that melted in the wind and snow before, they were very light, and disappeared as soon as the wind blew, leaving him alone to trudge through the snow.

He was about to stop moving.

Yan Long found a cave and jumped into it.

A wounded arctic fox was squatting in the cave. When it saw someone coming in, it immediately grinned and acted threateningly.

Yan Long remained motionless, looking at the snow-white fox calmly.

——There was not much blood, and the injury was not serious. It seemed that he was scratched by a stray bullet in the exchange of fire just now.

One person and one fox stared at each other like this. There was a violent snowstorm overhead, and the entrance of the cave was soon covered with snow, and it was almost impossible to see your fingers in the hollow.Maybe they all want to leave, but the environment doesn't allow it. They all know that if they leave here to go outside, they will be frozen to death.

The fox made a threatening sound. It was very smart and smelled the blood on Yan Long's body. Based on its feeling, it knew that this was also a wounded "dangerous beast", and that it was a prey that might be eaten and used by the beast to replenish its strength. .

They confront each other.

I don't know how long it took, but the wind and snow outside stopped.

Yan Long pushed aside the thick snow, and the Arctic fox suddenly jumped up and ran out, looking back while running.

As if triumphantly convinced that he had escaped the grasp of a dangerous beast and was not the prey to be eaten.

It left a deep impression on Yan Long: the protruding corners of the eyes, the bright black eyes, the eyes that he thinks are cunning and proud.

It trotted, still taking the Z route, obviously guarding against the gun on Yan Long's body, this is a little thing that has seen hunters and shotguns before.

Yan Long also left the cave, he wanted to find a safer and more hidden place, waiting for rescue.

He and the fox went in different directions.

At this time, Yan Long suddenly noticed the "strangeness". He realized that all of this had happened before. He was experiencing a memory. Such a vivid memory made Yan Long feel a strong sense of violation. I experienced the feeling of "birth" again.

This state is very strange.

Yan Long was contemplating when he suddenly realized that he had changed from the first perspective to the third perspective. He actually left Yuan Zhongxia, as if looking down on the snowfield in mid-air.

Yan Long's heart moved, he knew that Yuan Zhongxia had found a hiding place under the control of "himself", did not go through any more battles, and relied on supplies to wait for rescue.

The perspective turned to the fox that was hopping forward.

When seeing Lu Di for the first time, Yan Long always felt that Lu Di gave him a strange sense of sight, but he couldn't think of anything similar to it.

Now Yan Long understood that Lu Di felt like this little fox to him.

The same cunning and self-confidence, the same cleverness and flexibility, and the same confrontation with him when they first met.

Arctic fox runs on the snowy field.

This is a "memory" that Yan Long has never experienced before, and he has a vague guess that this may be a "dream" that he imagined.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the sky suddenly became bright and filled with bright stars.

Yan Long was slightly shocked.

He saw a familiar figure sitting on the sled, as if looking up at the stars.

"Hi, here you are."

Lu Di greeted him with crooked eyebrows, and Xuehu slipped onto his shoulder, staring at him with two similar black eyes.

Yan Long walked over slowly.

He didn't speak, and sat side by side with Lu Di.

At this time, a majestic blue color appeared in the sky, and soon spread to the entire star screen. The aurora was like a sailboat flying freely in the waves, leaving amazing ripples through the waves.

"In the legend of the Inuit, the aurora is the road to heaven illuminated by the gods, in order to receive the dead spirits.

"Man is made of the same elements as the earth, the trees, and the stars.

"Leaving also exists.

"It's also nice to stop once in a while and see the aurora."

Yan Long listened quietly, and suddenly he reached out to touch Lu Di, and then he "touched" it.

This is indeed a dream.

Yan Long looked down at himself, both the palm and the fingers were very strange, this was not any body he had borrowed.

He tried to confirm his "image" in Lu Di's eyes - Yan Long had no virtual image, his birth was sudden, and later he showed a strong "self-awareness", so the scientists headed by Professor Xia did not help He designs avatars.

When the need arises, Yan Long either uses a carrier or speaks in the form of a luminous jellyfish in the main server.

Yan Long also felt that avatars were unnecessary.

Now Yan Long suddenly discovered that he had a "body" for no reason.

Yan Long wondered vaguely, what exactly is he made of?

Those complicated and expensive components?

No, it was a battle that took place on this snow field!

It is anger, pain, tenacity and an undying will to fight.

He is made of these things.

Now, there are more stars and auroras.

Yan Long sat beside Lu Di in his dream, looking at the starry sky with him.

Dreams are also good.

I don't want to wake up for now.

The author has something to say: It is said that in dreams, people will persuade themselves through other people's mouths to help them complete things. This is the influence of the subconscious

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Lu Di in the dream: Can speak chicken soup

Realistic Lu Di: Can only talk about cross talk [bushi]