After getting up the next day, after breakfast, Chen Xing set off back to the camp. Although Nova would not be against him for the time being, the feeling of being controlled by others made him uncomfortable. Before leaving, he deliberately tried to take away the heart of the half-machine, half-biological creature.
"Exile Chen Xing, until you have a definite way to leave, I suggest you leave your things here." A mechanically synthesized female voice came from the speaker in the departure preparation room.
Sure enough, Nova intervened.
"Is it just a suggestion?" Chen Xing asked seemingly casually.
For a moment, the atmosphere became tense. After a while, sound came out from the speaker again.
"Yes, just a suggestion."
But in the end Chen Xing did not take out the things. He might risk his life for something valuable, but he would never go to the gambling table knowing that he would lose. This is the biggest difference between businessmen and gamblers.
Not long after Chen Xing left, he was tens of thousands of kilometers away, in the central wilderness of the Red Earth Continent, deep underground in the Ivory City. The hanging pipelines are like vines in the primitive jungle, entangled with each other without losing their regularity. Copper pipes, wires and steel bars make up this dark space. The flickering blue light spots are like flying fireflies, sometimes spreading out and sometimes gathering together. There is a dense icy mist all around, as if you have walked into a jungle at night.
The temperature here is very low, maybe only about 4 degrees above zero. A small, whispering voice echoed in the alternating light and dark light, mysterious and profound.
"Chen Xing, street child, newsboy, courier, mercenary, captain of the edge town team, leader of the exile group 'Master Group', education level, equivalent to junior high school, IQ evaluation, medium, EQ evaluation, above average, inheritance Pressure ability, high..."
"Eradicate Chen Xing and possess the required core. The probability of passing the test is 99.9%, 153876/4557..."
"Cooperate with Chen Xing to obtain the required core. The probability of success is 0.13791407246/481..."
"The difference is negative 0.05330171803481..."
"Weather correction parameter 0.000001, earthquake correction parameter 0.0000185, tsunami correction parameter... The 4831st repeated operation, Chen Xing, street children, Newsboys, couriers, mercenaries..."
The sound came over and over again, like a whisper from hell, mechanical, cold, and terrifying.
Two days later, Chen Xing returned to the camp and happened to meet Wu Jinjian running down the mountain with the new arrivals.
"Boss!" "Hello, leader!"
Most people knew Chen Xing, and they all saluted and said hello when they saw him. Chen Xing smiled and nodded in response. This action was learned from the company leaders on Earth. It is very practical and has proven to be successful every time.
The cave of the stronghold is divided into three areas, namely the rest area, the granary and the dormitory. Chen Xing set up his room in the rest area, which makes it quieter at night and makes it easier to sit out. But that won't work anymore. As the team expands, this place will be set up as a command center.
He asked Cassie, Ghost Fox and Big Cat to recruit people at a nearby survival shelter, which was expected to expand to about two hundred people. The dozen or so team members who went to Wangchuan with him were all promoted to team captains, and the first group to join was named deputy team leader.
Combat groups are different from business groups. The main goal of business groups is to make money, so they pay more attention to work ability. Whoever can make money for the company will be re-employed, and there are more cases of special promotions. The main goal of a fighting group is to fight, and the first element of fighting is unity and bravery. No matter how powerful you are, it's useless to be a coward when you go to the battlefield. Fighting relies on shoulder-to-shoulder camaraderie, trusting each other, and giving your back to your teammates. The rules of the modern workplace do not apply to the battlefield, so combat merit is the only criterion. As long as you have charged through and shed blood, that is it. My own good brother.
Even if this person's IQ and EQ are not high, and he still has many minor problems, as long as he has enough military exploits, he must improve the opponent. Those who lack ability but have relatively high military exploits are likely to be assigned some idle positions, such as nominal staff officers or logistics officers, etc.
Although it is winter now, with snowflakes flying and cold wind blowing, the construction of the camp is in full swing. In less than half a month, four camps were opened in succession. The sites are all located in nearby mountains, with the cave as the center, and the control range reaches a radius of five kilometers.
Da Mao is the deputy commander and logistics team leader, and Wu Jinjian, Cassie, and Guihu are combat squadron leaders. Each of them leads seven six-man squadrons, with a total of about fifty combat squadrons.
Chen Xing now has a lot of money, and the weapons and equipment are naturally the best equipped. The food is also in accordance with the standards of the edge town garrison. Everyone is confident about the future of the team, and even the training slogans are particularly loud.
It's late December in a blink of an eye, and the harvest festival is approaching. The construction of the camp has also come to an end. Chen Xing is packing up his things in the room, putting away the old and welcoming the new.
The Harvest Festival is the most solemn traditional festival in the Red Earth Continent. It is equivalent to the "Holy Light Festival" in the Western Continent and the "February Festival" in the Eastern Continent. It heralds the passing of the old year and the arrival of the new year. Every time on the eve of the festival, people throw away some useless old things to bid farewell to the past.
During the festive season, Chen Xing misses his family more than ever before, and Chen Xing can't help but think of his two elders in his hometown. At this time, my mother would take the shabby clothes and socks with holes that she had saved for a year downstairs to the staff dormitory and burn them with everyone to get rid of bad luck. Then he will make his favorite dishes: stewed pork trotters with mushrooms, clay pot egg wedges, fried stuffed eggplants, fried chicken wings with garlic, braised pork ribs, American ginseng old chicken soup...
I don’t know how time is calculated in the multiverse. After he was reborn, had sixteen years passed on earth, or only one? Or time passes at different speeds, only a few months, or even a few days, or hundreds or thousands of years have passed...
I wonder how the two elders will live after he is gone?
What can be imagined is that if his son is missing, the two elders will definitely be looking for him all over the world. They will spend every day in sorrow and anxiety, and it will be difficult to die in peace.
Thinking about it, Chen Xing's eyes turned red.
However, in the vast sea of time and space, even the legendary strong man is so small, let alone a mortal like him. The possibility of finding a way home was almost nil.
In order to develop my career, I left my hometown and spent less time with my parents and more time away from them. Now that I think about it, I feel so regretful that I didn't cherish the time we spent together.
Thinking of this, he knelt down facing the east. Recalling the voices and looks of the two elders in his mind, he kowtowed vigorously. Each blow was hard until my forehead was bruised and bleeding.
"My son is unfilial and has made you suffer."
"Father, mother, I wish you a healthy life and a long life..."
