No one knows how long the young man in front of him can persist.
But all the officers and soldiers on the scene were counting silently in their hearts: ten hours, thirty minutes and thirty seconds!
"What, he hasn't blinked for ten hours?"
In the nearby temporary headquarters, all the generals were shocked when they heard this number. They all looked at General Huang Sheng.
General Huang Sheng took a deep breath and said, "Contact the capital and tell us we need a new rank of major general!"
Special times can always lead to special achievements.
Persevering for ten hours is more than just overcoming the limit of human victory. It is like the predecessor who was burned by fire but did not move at all. In the future, it will be like a spirit that is deeply imprinted in the hearts of all soldiers in Daxia.
"New Major General!"
Everyone present agreed.
A general in times of crisis may seem glorious, but who knows the hardships behind his back?
If you insist on not blinking for ten hours, you can save at least hundreds of soldiers. The soldier named Chuck is enough to be included in the textbooks of Daxia in the future.
"Then let's go visit again?"
"No, don't disturb!" General Huang Sheng shook his head directly, his eyes extremely worried: "At this time, he should have entered a state of numbness in the human body."
"Once broken, it is very likely to die on the spot!"
Numb state! ?
This term is actually related to adrenaline.
During World War II, similar experiments were conducted abroad.
The experimental subject persisted in not sleeping for seven or eight days. He looked dazed and numb, but he did not know how long he had not slept. However, when others told him, his eyes instantly turned black and he fell into a coma.
"How long can this state of numbness last?"
"I don't know. Either stop in time or keep going until you die."
"Chuck, Chuck, he is worthy of being a man from Jiangcheng!"
.......
numbness.
sluggish.
It was as if the field of vision had pressed the pause button.
There is no so-called vision, only pure color.
In Chuck's eyes at this moment, the world is so simple.
He couldn't even hear his own heartbeat or feel his own pulse.
When the sky suddenly started raining heavily, he didn't even feel the rain washing against his skin.
I just feel that there is a gray and gloomy veil added to the vision in front of me. Under the veil, everything is still the same, unchanged, as if I have entered a state of dull and numb senses.
Chuck's consciousness also fell into paralysis.
He couldn't remember the time and had long forgotten it.
He was like a dead machine. The flesh, blood, bones and nerve reactions in his body were still proceeding according to the program, standing and not falling.
It seemed like someone was whispering the word hero in my ears.
But Chuck could only hear it vaguely.
A bitter smile appeared on his lips.
But he didn't know that this action actually took a full five minutes for him to complete the entire process of raising the corners of his mouth.
All neurological reactions seemed to slow down.
Consciousness also slowed down.
Time seems to have lost its original rules for him.
This is numbness.
It’s also kind of ethereal.
At a certain moment, a thought came to Chuck's head: Will his eyes become bloodshot at this moment?
His wry smile appeared precisely because of this thought.
There seemed to be footsteps nearby.
The sound came from behind to in front of me.
Chuck felt it, and then he saw a vague figure standing in front of him on the left side, and further away was [Killing with Closed Eyes].
"Chuck, it's been eleven hours, you are now..."
The monitor's voice sounded, but stopped abruptly.
In Chuck's blurred field of vision, he seemed to see the squad leader's face become extremely stunned, and his always determined eyes appeared horrified.
Is the monitor surprised?
Chuck wanted to ask.
He opened his mouth, but seemed to be trapped in a time vortex. The words in his mouth seemed to be turned on at super slow speed, and he could never say it out.
Before he could say anything, the squad leader's voice sounded again, this time with deep shock and confusion.
"Chuck, why are your eyes like this!!"
The squad leader was extremely scary, staring into Chuck Ce's eyes.
Chuck's eyes were indeed blood red, but the dense bloodshot eyes looked like some mysterious ancient pattern.
Six whirlpools.
Six bloodshot whirlpools!
Appeared in Chuck Ce's eyes!
The longer you persist, the clearer and textured these six bloodshot vortices become.
Six bloodshot vortices formed a spiral shape, surrounding the black pupil in the middle.
Such eyes no longer look like biological eyes, but like the eyes of a god who possesses some kind of power, or represent some extraordinary realm that cannot be touched by living things.
Half an hour had passed since the squad leader exclaimed.
Chuck's inquiry finally sounded slowly.
"Monitor, what's wrong with my eyes?"
The squad leader looked complicated and silently took out a small mirror.
Through the mirror, Chuck saw his own eyes.
A pair of bloodshot eyes that resemble a time vortex.
Chuck smiled.
Such eyes really don't look like human eyes.
But, so what, it doesn’t matter.
Keep opening your eyes, keep persevering, keep passing time.
Chuck's body continues to undergo unknown mysterious changes.
Hour fifteen.
Chuck felt that the vision in front of him became more cloudy and blurred.
He began to lose the sense of his own existence.
It was as if his body was just air.
And his consciousness is floating in the air.
Twentieth hour.
Chuck has no sense of self-existence at all.
His field of vision was inexplicably filled with miscellaneous images.
It's like when an old CD is played, some broken white light images are stuck from time to time.
These pictures were intermittent, messy, and beyond the normal world view, but Chuck was already too numb to react.
Hour 30.
White light images are becoming more frequent and less fragmented.
It has become a situation where large areas of light curtains are inserted into the field of vision from time to time.
And in the white light that originally had no color, but only an area, colors have appeared, but these colors are still relatively muddy and do not constitute a specific image.
The fortieth hour.
Perhaps the comrades were completely shocked.
But Chuck couldn't feel it at all.
He saw that the ruins of buildings in front of him were starting to become unreal.
Begins to be covered by a large area of white light.
This time, specific pictures appeared in these white lights.
It's like PS in modern software.
Ancient flowers and plants cover the ruins.
The pollen-rippled wind covered the gloomy Fufeng City.
All the modern cities that originally existed began to be gradually covered.
Only [Killing with Closed Eyes] has not changed. He is wearing a military uniform and seems to be smiling but not smiling, standing in front of the ruins covered by flowers and plants.
This scene made Chuck's numb consciousness gradually roar, and he thought of an idiom: time flows against the flow.
