How can two different worlds really be similar?

Long Yun thought about it casually, and at this time they had already walked a long distance. I don’t know why, at the fork in the road by the stream, Long Yun subconsciously pointed to the small bridge not far away.

"Oh? That bridge is interesting, let's go and take a look."

Shangguan Ling seemed to have become interested in the scenery there, and the two of them stepped on the forked path one after another.

When he approached the small bridge, Long Yun saw it more clearly. He was completely sure that the scene here was exactly the same as the place where they fought fiercely from the French at that time.

It was exactly the same everywhere, and of course there was a bit strange here; but Long Yun was no longer surprised. Seeing Xiaoqian running to the tree and lifting a hind leg to prepare for convenience, Long Yun walked forward casually; he was not sure if pets could be allowed to be convenient here, so he wanted to pull the little dachshund away.

The key to destiny always appears inadvertently.

He grabbed the dog leash and glanced at the tree trunk casually. Long Yun suddenly seemed to have been imposed on the trunk, staring motionlessly on the tree trunk in front of him.

Right in front of him was an ordinary tree trunk, the kind of birch tree that is common in the southern French countryside, at this time, it seemed like some monster and monster that Long Yun could not move. After a while, Shangguan Ling, who noticed his strange behavior, came closer. Seeing Long Yun's surprised look, she couldn't help but feel very strange.

"Long Yun, what's wrong with you?"

Long Yun did not answer immediately, his eyes remained on the trunk in front of him. Just below one person's height, there were several less obvious scars on the trunk, as if it was caused by some old scars.

If your memories are not wrong, here, here should be-

"Uh...Ms. Shangguan.-Can you wait for me for a while?"

"Yes. But what are you going to do?"

"I...I want to...look at this tree carefully."

He reached out and took out the multi-functional knives from his pants pocket, Long Yun took a step forward and began to think about how to quickly get rid of these scars.

He fiddled with the small saw and a sharp hook knife for a while. In Shangguan Ling's slightly surprised gaze, Long Yun used the tip of the knife to pry out a small piece of thing from the tree scar and fell on the ground with sparse grass leaves. He squatted down slowly, twisted his fingers and looked at it carefully. His face gradually became unstable, and his eyes were filled with incredible expressions.

The small metal particles that have been rusted and distorted cannot escape Long Yun's scrutiny. This is—

Slim warhead. 5.45mm caliber. That's right, this is the warhead of the ak74 series rifle.

Shocked by this discovery, Long Yun rubbed his eyes, and he couldn't believe the facts he saw in front of him.

Rifle warhead, is this possible? In the suburbs of southern France, there are almost a hundred years of no war, and there are 5.45mm gun shooting traces?

My thoughts suddenly became chaotic, and the battle scenes of that night suddenly appeared in Long Yun's mind: the French soldier shooting from the side opposite him was leaning against a small tree. When he just leaned up, blood splashed out under the cover of his aks74 quasi-centered gap...

--No!

This - this is impossible! This is simply...

A bold guess was gradually pressing on his head like a thick black cloud. Long Yun felt a little dizzy. His thoughts really scared him.

This twisted and deformed warhead may have been hit into the trunk by himself.
Chapter completed!