Quick, female general, I traveled through time to save my father

Sirong quickly pulled Yanyan, who was sitting on the ground, up and back to the corridor.

From a distance, the monster outside the window turned out to be an enlarged dragonfly.

Three compound eyes occupied two-thirds of the head, hovering outside the window and looking inside.

It was as if it was looking for any food in the house.

Sirong could feel that Yanyan's hand, which she was holding, was trembling slightly.

"Rongrong, is that a dragonfly?"

"should be."

Fortunately, the dragonfly hovered outside the window for a while before being attracted by something else and flew away.

The two men walked to the windowsill again tremblingly and looked out.

The community at this time is no longer what I remember.

Ten meters outside the window, there was a patch of green, which completely blocked the view and the gate of the community could no longer be seen.

Sirong could see that those were the green belts in the community, which were less than half a meter high.

The two came to Yanyan's bedroom again. The window here faced the road.

At a height parallel to Yanyan's windowsill, there is an overpass running through the city.

At night, lights flicker outside the window and you can often hear the sound of cars passing by.

When they first moved in, Yanyan didn't let Sirong sleep here because her sleep quality was better and wouldn't be disturbed by lights or noise.

Last night, the two of them also went to look outside the window here. It was just as pitch black and there was no sound at all.

Unexpectedly, the overpass is no longer visible now, only a rough framework remains.

The bridge is covered with ivy branches and leaves, a lush green patch, and the foot of the bridge is also covered with rose branches.

The large roses supporting the overpass give people a cyberpunk feeling.

If it were any other time, Yanyan would definitely take out her cell phone and take a photo as wallpaper.

But now I can only be shocked by this feeling, with my mouth wide open, not knowing what to say.

It was a long time before the two of them remembered and took out their mobile phones to check if there was any news online.

What was disappointing was that the internet was down and my phone couldn't get any signal.

And there was no electricity in the house.

At this time, Sirong heard the sound of people talking downstairs. She thought someone had gotten up and noticed these abnormalities.

Sirong pulled Yanyan and went to find the two packages of weapons that they had taken out from the space yesterday.

She was talking to 571 at the time, listening to 571 telling her about various possible situations.

While taking out her weapons, Sirong didn't have time to think about it and took out the two backpacks with her mind.

At that time, I thought the things here were relatively comprehensive.

This is the special forces backpack that Sirong bought from abroad at a high price in a world.

Inside are the most basic equipment for survival, including personal weapons and spare magazines.

Combat uniform, combat boots, boonie hat, tactical gloves, map, watch, cash, compass, flares, mirror, knife, 25 feet of paracord, individual medical kit.

Combat rations (MRE Meal), flashlights, matches, etc., these equipment can be put into the pockets of the tactical vest.

It can be said that wearing these equipment can basically meet the basic needs of individual combat.

When 571 told her that the world was going to be upgraded, the first thing that came to Sirong's mind was the end of the world, zombies, and the like.

I didn't expect it to turn out this way.

If a dragonfly, which is usually only the length of a finger, could grow to half a meter long, what would other creatures become?

Sirong took Yanyan with her, sorted out the tactical backpack, and briefly explained how to use each item.

Yanyan knew that Sirong had had an adventure, so she didn't ask too many questions and carefully familiarized herself with the equipment.

Afterwards, Sirong took out a soft bulletproof vest and gave it to Yanyan to wear under her outer clothes.

The two men put on their normal clothes and put their military daggers on their waists.

Put the tactical backpack on the shoe cabinet at the entrance. If there is any emergency, you can run back and pick up the backpack and leave.

The situation is still unclear. It is impossible for two quiet little girls to dress up as special forces to meet their neighbors.

That's too scary, isn't it?

After thinking about it, I went to the kitchen to get two kitchen knives and prepared to go downstairs to see what was going on.

When they opened the door, they both gasped.

Half of the corridor is occupied by cacti.

The huge and thick leaves were covered with needles as thick as steel nails.

"It should be the one on the third floor, the one that puts the cactus in the hallway."

Yanyan spoke to Sirong and began to try to chop the cactus leaves with a kitchen knife.

Sirong pulled Yanyan behind her.

"Let me do it. I don't know if this thing will be poisonous after it mutates."

Sirong tried to cut it a few times, and it was able to cut off some of the juice that flowed out, but there was no unusual smell.

It should be non-toxic, which is why Yanyan also joined in.

The two men chopped as they walked downstairs.

This cactus grew so fast. It was originally just a small seedling with three leaves.

I remember the grandmother who lived on the third floor at that time, and her grandson had just learned to walk.

She was afraid that the child would be pricked by the sharp thorns when falling, so she placed it on the windowsill in the corridor.

In just one night, it has grown to the seventh floor. It feels like in another night, it will be able to break through the roof.

As we walked further down, the discussion became louder.

Finally, they gathered on the platform on the second floor.

The first floor of this residential building is a basement store, so when residents come in from the corridor and go up to the second floor, there is a large platform.

After walking across the platform, there are stairs leading to the third floor.

Residents of the residential buildings all gathered on this platform.

Because the light outside is blocked by the plants, the corridor appears very dark.

The residents on the second floor brought out two candles from their home for lighting, allowing everyone to see more clearly.

There are not many residents in this unit. Except for Sirong and Yanyan who are young people, most of them are retired grandparents.

There is a family called Grandpa Zhang living on the second floor, and the house opposite has always been empty.

Grandma Li on the third floor is the owner of the cactus. She went out of town to take care of her grandson for her son, so there was no one around.

The tenant next door on the third floor is a young man who also rents the same house as Sirong and her friends.

There is no one at home on the fourth floor all year round.

A middle-aged couple and their children live on the fifth floor.

The ownership of the two houses on the sixth floor is under the name of the unit that owns this family housing unit.

At that time, the benefits were intended to be distributed to outstanding employees, but later the policy of public-to-private transfer emerged. I don’t know what their unit did at the time.

It was kept in their hands and not allocated to employees for housing.

Everyone was chattering about their own family situations. When they saw Sirong and the others coming down, they quickly waved to them to come over.