"Ahem——"
After an unknown period of time, Hayes woke up from his coma. He coughed hard, and the smell of rust filled his nose and mouth.
He opened his eyes, but there was only darkness, which almost made him feel like he was blind.
Lying on his back, Hayes slowly recalled what had just happened. He seemed to have missed the step, fell, and hit something. It might have been his head without a helmet, but now he was staring above, but there was nothing, only dark.
There was only darkness in his eyes, and he wasn't even sure if he was going to die.
Death, the Emperor's scythe that has always been with him, Hayes knew that one day it would probably pass through his neck. Everyone called him Lucky Hayes, but Hashet also often said that luck will always run out.
It's just that he never thought that his death would come so desperately.
Alone, terrified, lying on his back in the suffocating darkness, his body gradually enveloped in coldness.
How long has it been since you fell off?
Hayes thought.
One hour?
Or a few hours?
Whether everyone is looking for him or not, they are still fighting and have no time to care.
Unable to find an answer to his question, Hayes turned to look at his surroundings - hoping to see some sign of rescue, but there was nothing: no movement in the darkness, no reason for hope.
His world is still and silent, with nothing to give him hope or even help him find his own direction.
It seemed like he was left alone, abandoned in a dark world without any hope of help or redemption.
For a moment, it seemed to him as if he were the last man alive in the entire galaxy.
Then the thought gave him reason for fear, and he quickly put it out of his mind.
The only good thing is that he has no pain or pain, and his limbs can still move, but they are very heavy. Maybe he is too tired from the long period of fighting and running.
In fact, he is still very tired now. The tiresome fatigue makes his mind dull and dull, and is always accompanied by fear, loneliness, and isolation.
The worst part was the silence.
He even missed the noisy sounds of battle: the sharp whine of laser guns, the crackle of grenade launches, the roar of explosions, the screams and cries of the wounded and dying.
But now these sounds are gradually fading away. In the past, he would never have thought that a person could get comfort from such sounds.
The din of battle was scary, but the silence was even more eerie, compounded by his solitude, leaving him alone with all his fears.
Here, in the darkness, fear became his constant companion, torturing his heart again and again.
Suddenly, the boy had a strong desire to cry out, to call for help, to beg for mercy, to scream, to roar, to pray - anything to break the terrible silence.
But he restrained himself because he heard a sound——
There were very light footsteps and breathing sounds, and they were slowly approaching me.
Hayes's heart immediately rose to his throat, because if the other party was a comrade, he would never approach like this without saying a word. In this place, there is no third possibility, which means that this can only be...
enemy!
Hayes held his breath. He guessed that the other party couldn't see clearly either. He probably used his own gasping voice to identify the location.
Sure enough, after he held his breath, the other party's footsteps stopped.
Hayes immediately untied the backpack behind him and slowly turned over to the other side. His laser gun had already disappeared, and now his only weapon was the bayonet on his belt.
But before he could touch the bayonet and unlock the sheath, the sound of turning it alerted the other party.
The man immediately roared towards him, and Hayes vaguely saw something in the other man's hand, possibly a knife.
He immediately rolled to avoid the blow, then kicked the attacker aside and quickly squatted down.
The opponent reacted quickly and rushed over again. Hayes dodged the second punch and threw a punch, but failed to hit him. At this moment, the opponent's kick hit him without protection. side ribs.
Hayes groaned, but did not stop but moved forward and punched the man's chest hard, softly.
"Well--"
There was a slight cry of pain, and this time the opponent's weapon hit his shoulder, but what surprised Hayes was that it was not a sharp blade, but an iron rod.
This blow was quite powerful, but fortunately he had armor on him.
Hayes remembered that he still had a lighting rod, so he immediately took it out, folded it and threw it on the ground. Finally, through the faint green light, he could barely see the other person clearly. It was a figure that might be shorter than him, with very long hair. He covered his face and still held a rusty iron rod in his hand.
"In this case, don't blame me."
Hayes spat, rushed forward to dodge the opponent's blow to his head, and landed his fist on the opponent's abdomen. The thin figure curled up, the air was squeezed out of the lungs, and he let out a tearful sob. Voice.
But Hayes just wanted to keep himself safe at this time. He pulled the other person's hair, grabbed the other person's weapon-holding wrist while the other person moaned in pain, stuck it in front of the other person's neck, and then pushed the other person hard against the wall.
The man let out a scream, blindly waved his hand, and scratched the side of Hayes' face with his fingernails. The annoyed Hayes let go of his hair and slapped him back.
The enemy struggled and twisted as he increased the strength of his arm, his eyes fixed on Hayes's, alternately pleading and angry.
Hayes pressed hard on the other person's throat. At this time, he felt nothing, no regret or guilt.
It was as if the humanity was gone from him.
After a few seconds, he grabbed the iron rod from the opponent's hand, threw it aside, and then let go of the opponent.
He woke up, or he discovered that this was a woman.
Suddenly freed, the woman doubled over and gasped, then looked at Hayes with confusion and hatred.
Hayes found the gun he had dropped, which was actually about ten meters away from him. He picked up the weapon and saw that the man was actually running to get the iron rod again, so he walked over and kicked the iron rod away.
"You! Don't think I'm easy to bully! I've killed many enemies!"
Hayes put the gun against the other person's head. The man who remained bent over turned his head, with anger and fear in his tearful eyes, and then slowly straightened up.
But she really didn't dare to move. Hayes took a closer look and saw that the other party was not very old. His clothes were all patched, but they were still clean. During the fight, part of his collar was torn open, revealing some clean skin and hair. Silhouette of man's reverie.
Although Hayes often heard dirty jokes and dirty jokes from his comrades, the only woman who had a deep impression on him was Xiao An, but she had always been a tomboy, and in his mind she was similar to a man.
This seemed to be the first woman he had seen up close, other than those medical nuns, in a long time.
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