"Ahem——"
I don't know how long it took, but 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 darkness.
There was only darkness in his eyes, and he was not 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 swipe across his neck. Everyone called him Lucky Hayes, but Hashet also often said that luck would 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?
Hayes thought so.
An hour?
Or how many hours?
Whether everyone is looking for him, or are they 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. There is nothing that can 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 person alive in the entire galaxy.
Then the thought gave him reason to 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.
Actually, he is still very tired now. The tiresome fatigue has made 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 noise of the battle was scary, but the silence was even more eerie, compounded by his loneliness, leaving him alone with all his fears.
Here, in the darkness, fear became his eternal companion, torturing his heart over and over 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 -
very light footsteps and breathing, and slowly approaching him.
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 Could be.
The 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, his flipping movement still alerted the other party.
The man immediately rushed towards him with a roar, 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. At this moment, the opponent kicked out Hitting his unprotected side.
Hayes groaned, but did not stop but moved forward and punched the man's chest hard, softly.
"Uh-"
A slight cry of pain sounded. This time the opponent's weapon hit his shoulder, but what surprised Hayes was that it was not a sharp blade, but a stick. 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 someone who might be shorter than him. His hair was long and covered his face, and he was holding a rusty iron rod in his hand.
"If this is the case, don't blame me."
Hayes spat, rushed forward to avoid the opponent's blow to his head, and then landed his fist on the opponent's abdomen. The thin figure curled up, the air was squeezed out of his lungs, and he let out a sobbing sound.
But Hayes just wanted to be safe at this time. He pulled the opponent's hair, grabbed the opponent's weapon-holding wrist while the opponent groaned in pain, stuck it in front of the opponent's neck, and then pushed hard The other person pressed against the wall.
The man let out a scream, blindly waved his hand, and scratched the side of Hayes's face with his nails. 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, pleading and anger alternated.
Hayes pressed hard on the other person's throat. At this time, he felt nothing, no regret or guilt.
It seemed like the humanity was gone from him.
A few seconds later, 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 bent over and gasped, then looked at Hayes with confusion and hatred.
Hayes found the gun he dropped, which was actually more than ten meters away from him. He picked up the weapon and saw that the man ran 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 opponent's head, and the man who kept bending 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 pornographic jokes from his comrades, the only woman who had a deep impression in his memory was Xiao An, but she had always been a tomboy, and in his mind she was Same goes for men.
This seemed to be the first woman he had seen up close, apart from the medical nuns, in a long time.
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