mousepad-d2 Chapter 268 That's all
Chapter 268 That's all
Fu Xiaojian's face darkened, but he looked at Jiao Jiao's pitiful yet timid and adorable expression as she covered her mouth.
In the end, he just shook his head helplessly and stopped caring about the nickname.
"That's enough. Time to pack up and get some rest. Tashan, install the door at the first-floor entrance. Who's on duty tonight?"
As for dinner, I doubt anyone will be able to eat it.
Everyone turned to look at Wang Hu and Xu Si.
"Thank you for your trouble!" Fu Xiaojian gestured to the two men.
The crowd gradually dispersed.
Some headed towards the second-floor lounge, where there were shower facilities.
However, most people stayed on the first floor.
Ordinary people, in particular, were picking and choosing among the weapons.
Yang Fan also instructed them on how to load and fire the ammunition, and gunshots could be heard from time to time in the empty hall on the first floor.
Xu Si couldn't resist firing a few shots; he could only say his aim was pretty good.
He then stored several rifles and pistols in his spatial storage as part of his collection.
Night fell silently in the desert's cold stillness.
The sporadic sounds of gunfire test firing had ceased, and the air was filled with a strange mix of smells from food and gunfire, which strangely gave people a sense of security.
Xu Si did not go to the lounge on the second floor.
He was still lying on the slightly raised roof of the "Nirvana" car.
After swallowing two fighter jets in succession, its lines became even smoother and sharper, and the flowing gold patterns on the dark red background seemed to breathe in the dim light.
Moreover, the entire vehicle seems to be much more intelligent; many details that Xu Si hadn't noticed, Nirvana would adjust itself.
For example, the temperature was always kept within Xu Si's comfortable range, and the entire frame was finely adjusted to his most comfortable state, so finely that Xu Si could hardly feel it.
Moreover, Xu Si can now remotely control his actions with just a thought.
There's absolutely no need for Xu Si to finish the battle before searching.
As for the other amazing experiences, Xu Si will probably have to explore them slowly in the future.
As night deepened, the temperature in the desert dropped to freezing.
The lights on the first floor of the base were still stubbornly on.
The gunfire had long since ceased, and most people, wrapped in the military blankets they had just found, curled up and fell asleep beside the vehicles.
There were actually more comfortable beds on the second floor, but almost no one went to sleep there; everyone slept not far from the convoy.
It wasn't until midnight that Jiao Jiao, accompanied by Su Su, carried her bedding to the first floor.
"Sister Jiaojiao, what brings you up here? Is there a problem on the second floor?" Xiao Luo greeted her and asked in a low voice.
"It's so comfortable, I can't sleep! I'd rather stay with you guys!" Jiao Jiao also wanted to get a good night's sleep.
But lying in bed, she couldn't fall asleep for a long time, and instead of feeling sleepy, she became more and more awake.
Xu Si hadn't slept either, and neither had many others.
Xiao Wu, Liang Hong, Rui Jiaying, and others were all silently and meticulously maintaining the firearms in their hands, albeit clumsily.
Wang Hu was still disassembling vehicle parts, while Shao Bing was settling Dou Dou and the other children in.
Xiao Luo helped Jiao Jiao carry the bedding, laid it out on a clean spot that had been prepared beforehand, and asked in a low voice, "Sister Jiao Jiao, are you scared? Do you want me to stay with you tonight?"
"I'm not afraid, I'll sleep here!"
Jiao Jiao buried her face in the blanket, leaving only her big eyes showing, and retorted forcefully.
Xiao Luo paused for a moment, then sat down next to her bed.
"Brother Dao said, live one day at a time, deal with tomorrow's problems tomorrow."
His obvious words of comfort caused Jiao Jiao's expression to change drastically.
"Don't mention Red Hair to me, I'll never forgive him!" Jiao Jiao huffed and puffed, then turned her face away and went to sleep.
Xiao Luo scratched his head, unsure of what he had said wrong.
Xiao Luo stopped talking and just sat quietly, his silver hair looking like a soft mist in the light.
He quietly released his 'spiritual touch,' a spiritual power as invisible as spider silk, gently brushing across the entire space.
This is not a warning, but a confirmation.
I made sure everyone was still there, and that this brief period of peace was real.
This feeling reassured him.
He saw Sister Hong and the other two leaning against the tire of a troop carrier, each holding a well-maintained rifle in their arms, disassembling and reassembling it, as if there was no end to it.
Rui Jiaying, Liu Ruizhe, and Fang Liang, three college students, huddled together, discussing something in hushed tones, their hands constantly gripping their guns, firing, gripping again, and firing again.
However, all that could be heard were their own improvised "bang, bang, bang" gunshots.
DouDou and the others had already fallen asleep, and it could even hear DouBao's soft, contented snores.
Tashan lay directly on the cold cement floor, snoring...
Oh, there was no snoring; his lips moved silently, one, two, three, four, five, six…
Su Su stood at the edge of the convoy, silently punching her fist. She controlled it so well that the sound was almost inaudible.
While disassembling the parts, Wang Hu kept an eye on Yao Yao, who was already asleep.
Others either spoke in hushed tones, went about their own business, or slept peacefully.
As for Xu Si...
Ronaldinho's intuition swept over the quiet "Nirvana".
Xu Si lay motionless on the roof of the car.
Beside him, Yi Yi seemed to smile at him, and he quickly withdrew his spiritual senses.
Everything seems to be fine.
Xiao Luo let out a soft sigh, feeling a wave of intense fatigue wash over him.
He lay on his bunk and closed his eyes.
Feeling this rare and precious sense of satisfaction and security.
Fu Xiaojian stared blankly at the thriving convoy, his gaze filled with a mixture of dazedness and admiration.
It was already very late at night.
Only Wang Hu and Xu Si were still awake.
The desert's chill is kept out by the concrete walls.
The lingering smell of gun oil and gasoline in the air lingered for a long time.
The convoy members were all huddled in military blankets.
Strangely enough, Jiao Jiao, who couldn't fall asleep on the comfortable second-floor bed, was now snoring softly.
The rhythm of "one, two, three, four, five, six" on Tashan Mountain became a fixed background sound in the silence, so regular that it brought peace of mind.
If only it could always be like this.
If only things could continue like this.
Perhaps this is the sentiment of many people tonight.
Lying on the roof of the Nirvana vehicle, Xu Sixing's eyes were half-closed, and he was exceptionally clear-headed.
For some reason, he thought of himself and his sister.
He provided almost altruistic assistance to the rest of the team.
I just hope that my younger sister can also encounter a car team like this.
I don't ask for anything great, I just hope she can be treated kindly, that she won't be abandoned in crucial moments, and that someone can lend her a hand in critical times.
That's it.
The end times are too heavy for us.