Section 1 Trance
The girl under the tung tree is called Qin Xiaowen.
In Lang Hua's impression, she always liked to tie her long, soft, golden-brown hair into a loose, low, sideways ponytail behind her head. There is a section in the middle and back of the ponytail that is turned up and permed, and the hair on both temples is tied at the end with a pink bow tie and placed on the chest.
In the impression, she should have a light eyebrow hidden behind thin bangs. Under the slender and slightly raised eyebrows are clear and bright pupils, and long eyelashes that tremble slightly.
In the impression, she has a melon-shaped face, a slightly erect nose, fair and flawless skin with a light pink color, and thin lips as delicate as petals.
In my impression, she likes to wear a floral dress the most, with the sunniest girl-next-door smile on her face.
Instead of what it is like now, with a face covered in blood and ash, with burnt eyebrows, and pink-white lips that are chapped and peeling...
She threw away Lang Hua's hand and shouted loudly with tears in her eyes.
"Why don't you understand, Lang Hua? If I leave with you, the rest of the Qin family will be dead! They will really have no way to live anymore!"
"What about you? Why can't you think about yourself one more time!"
The anger in Lang Hua's heart instantly ignited, and he raised his hand to help the girl's shoulders again.
"Leader Lang Hua, please respect yourself!" Qin Xiaowen dodged with a cold face, "I am now the current head of the Qin family, and I am not a little girl that everyone can handle!"
"Xiao Wen, can you let me figure this out?"
There was a hint of pleading in Lang Hua's voice, but she chose to turn a blind eye.
As soon as he spoke, he couldn't help but feel a little bitter: "It's useless, you can't help me, let alone the Qin family!"
"Can't you just listen to my advice for once?"
"Chief Lang, please go. I will have nothing to do with you from now on."
That was their first and last argument.
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Section 2 Past events
A certain period of history a hundred years ago should be regarded as a past event for people of Lang Hua's age.
In fact, in this difficult stage like this, perhaps any history in the past, whether glorious or bleak, should no longer have any meaning.
Because it is of no substantial help to the current situation, and because the so-called learning from history requires survival, probably no one will stop and take a look at it.
In the past two years, a strangely spreading black fog has infected the entire planet. After that, the entire world was perceived as black and red after the blood was oxidized.
Billions of lives disappeared in an instant, and hundreds of millions of creatures fought on the sky, ocean, and land as battlefields.
The conflicts between the earth's native species have never been so intense. It turns out that after putting all individuals and races on the same track called evolution, some kind of competition for survival will become fierce so quickly.
Whether it was the game between species on earth at the initial moment, or the hunting and resistance between outer space invaders and earth creatures later. What we cannot deny is that when we look back to find the roots, we will find that all of this should originate from a certain time point in past history.
This cataclysm occurred on Earth in 2275.
About one hundred and fifty years before the end of the world, the Third World War, which people had been worrying about for a century and a half, finally did not break out. The world has shifted from two poles competing for hegemony to one superpower and multiple powers. Although there are constant frictions in some areas, it has entered a relatively stable period of development.
Economic take-off and cultural integration finally contributed to the transformation of global political form after more than a hundred years of preparation. The global political community, the Earth Federation, was established in a referendum. The loose federation established in accordance with the "Regional High Level Autonomy Act" includes many administrative divisions such as the European Union, Asia-Pacific, the Middle East, and Latin America.
After eliminating most of the armaments, the remaining human, financial and material resources once again stimulated the economic and technological development. In particular, related fields such as aerospace, basic physics and biological sciences have received the most abundant financial support, and have also brought significant research progress.
Among them, space physics science has made unprecedented breakthroughs in space-time theory and multi-dimensional space technology. It is said that it will help deepen human civilization's in-depth understanding of itself and the universe.
Media people spread the news widely, saying bluntly that the current era is a new era of knowledge explosion and a critical period for human civilization to evolve into a multi-planetary species and go into space to establish a star-level civilization.
In the end, scientific and technological progress fed back into society and turned into productivity, giving birth to a series of military-to-civilian facilities such as the global satellite communication network Teledesic II, the Federal Instant Forum "FS Community", and the "Hundred Nuclear" power plant, and also gave birth to many facilities controlled in free trade. A multinational conglomerate family that is the lifeline of the economy.
After more than fifty years of political reshuffle, most of the seats in the autonomous committees of various continents are controlled by various family consortiums, and very few of them have passed the election as civilians. But no matter how high-ranking people compete for power and profit, ordinary people's lives are stable and normal, and there is no dissatisfaction.
Until an ordinary winter day in 2275, the strange black fog that filled the world suddenly erupted, and the end of the world began...
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Section 3 Confusion
I am Lang Hua, and I know that I am Lang Hua.
It may seem strange to say this, but in fact, a few minutes ago, or perhaps a shorter time ago, I had not realized this fact.
If I remember correctly, I should still be lying on the bed in the base logistics hospital at this moment.
I had been sleeping for a long time before this, because the severe trauma I suffered was beyond the load that my body could bear.
During those days when I was in coma, my consciousness should still be awake.
Because there was a long, bizarre dream before my eyes.
Just like the dream I had when I was a kid.
But now it must be day three or five since I woke up.
I can’t remember the exact time after I woke up from a long coma. I just remember lying in bed and staring until early morning every night, and then fell into a light sleep for two hours with my eyes blurred.
After I fell asleep this time, I saw this scene in front of me.
What I was seeing now was different from the ordinary dream I had when I was in a coma.
I think this is the reason for my confusion.
Because everything in front of me has never happened. The entire world is divided into many irregular blocks, each of which is a picture being projected. There is a blurry black fog between the pictures in different locations, and further away in the world there is an even thicker black fog.
And in every picture, there is a Lang Hua, that is, me.
It was a lifelike me, wearing the clothes I usually wore, saying the words I would say, and having the things that had happened around me happen around me.
It is said that a person's visual angle is 150 degrees up and down, and 230 degrees left and right. If this person is keen enough, he can also combine the five senses and intuition to see six directions and hear all directions.
But only when you look in the mirror or watch a video can you see yourself face to face.
The thing a person is most familiar with is himself, and the thing he is most unfamiliar with should also be himself.
I saw myself talking and shouting. Gestalt collapse and semantic saturation made me even more unfamiliar with myself.
But there is no doubt that it is indeed Lang Hua.
I should be Lang Hua, but I'm not looking with my eyes. I may be hanging in mid-air, but I can't see my hands, arms, or body.
I'm not sure if there's a me in the air, and I don't know if the awakened consciousness at this moment exists in an entity.
I'm not sure I'm looking with a pair of eyes.
In other words, I couldn't see myself in mid-air at the moment. I just passively looked at Lang Hua and them in those pictures.
There was nothing I could do but watch.
Normal dreams shouldn't be like this. Normal dreams should be like those I had when I was in a coma or when I was a child. Although they may be fragmented fragments and blurry images, I should be in them.
Rather than being in such a perspective.
In this way, it is almost like an outsider.
This world is surrounded by the thick black fog that I am most familiar with. During the few moments when I was stunned, the area where the black fog was located had spread much towards the center of this world.
Many pictures were swallowed up, and more pictures became increasingly blurry under the wisps of black mist.
In the dark fog, I saw many familiar people and objects.
Including those comrades and subordinates of the 215th Regiment who had long since died in the crusade, including the wide-edged sword that penetrated Brother Yishan's chest in my hand, and the painful look on Xiao Heizi's heart as the bullet squeezed his heart.
No, that last one isn't right.
When Xiao Heizi was killed in front of the battle, I was still in a coma.
This is what I imagined in my mind, I can feel it, and finally this one is pieced together. It comes from the oral accounts of wounded soldiers who retreated from the battlefield, as well as the remaining appearance of Xiao Heizi in my mind.
But the most central and clearest of these images cannot be explained in this way.
That was another Lang Hua, and Qin Xiaowen, whom I had always dreamed of when I was in a near-death situation.
I am familiar with the tung tree behind those two people. I even went to the federal conference hall once, which was luxuriously decorated and only big shots could set foot in it, thanks to my achievements in stabilizing the situation and turning the tide on the Central Plains battlefield after a complete defeat.
But I am not familiar with the two people in front of me, nor their expressions nor their every word.
If all this is true.
I wish I had never woken up.
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Section 4 Illusion
The scene suddenly changed. Lang Hua recognized it. This was the Federal Conference Hall. Usually only qualified dignitaries could hold meetings here.
There were a few people sitting in the audience, some of them looked very old, but their eyes were shining, and some of them were younger, pretending to be calm and not talking to others.
There was a girl standing on the podium. Her hair was cut very short and she was wearing an undersized battle armor, a coarse shirt and narrow leggings.
If this outfit is nothing, the beast blood on the long knife is a real deterrent.
"Everyone," she said, "I, Qin Xiaowen, as the contemporary head of the Qin family, hereby announce that from now on, the Qin family will withdraw from the factional disputes in the committee. No matter whether all parties gain or lose in the crusade, the Qin family will not take anything away from it. Every penny of it.”
The discussion in the audience was a little noisy, but she ignored it and continued to speak loudly: "Please, for the sake of past friendship, please spare some kindness for the Qin family in the future."
"Of course," she paused, "If there are thieves who dare to have evil intentions, then of course my Qin family will not be an easy bone to chew on! With that said, everyone takes your leave!"
Everyone recognized it, it was the military uniform that originally belonged to her father and brother. But since she turned around and left so quickly, people could only make some small talk after she left.
"What a heroic spirit. There is really a legacy of the old Patriarch Qin."
"What's the legacy? Well, what if a woman is masculine?"
"The Qin family really produced a very powerful girl."
"Yes, the Qin family found a capable man when they were about to die."
"What are you afraid of? The Qin family has long lived up to its power as a tiger and wolf."
"No, the centipede is dead but not stiff, so it's better not to act rashly."
"Without the Qin family father and son, what can she do alone? Kill one person, ten people, or a hundred people?"
"Little girl, I wonder if she would still be as arrogant as she is now if she really falls into my hands?"
"That's right, you guys are really going back the more you live. Since you give in, don't blame me, the Wang family, for swallowing this cake in one go."
"Just you? I'm not afraid of the wind blowing my tongue."
"Zhao, what do you mean?"
"Haha, that's what you heard."
"Please be patient, please consider this matter in the long term."
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The scene gradually became noisy, and Lang Hua stood among the crowd in the audience. But from beginning to end, Qin Xiaowen never glanced at him.
Miss Qin's armor and costume, the bustling parliament hall...
what happened?
The buzzing sound continued to expand in Lang Hua's mind. He suddenly opened his eyes and woke up from his dream.
A few strands of hair were stuck to her forehead and cheeks, and sweat was rolling down her face, already soaking one corner of her quilt.
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Thirteen years after the disaster, the Nata Mountain Base Research Institute in the Central Plains War Zone.
This was the first time Lang Hua was awakened by a nightmare after waking up from a coma.
The artillery fire outside the window is still continuing, and it sounds like it is much further advanced than yesterday.
Everything he learned in the past few days after waking up from coma was much worse than the situation before he fell into coma.
Perhaps these events that followed hit him harder than the trauma he suffered in the first place.
Adjutant Duan Hei was targeted and eliminated by the enemy on the battlefield seven days ago. As the highest officer, he himself has been in a coma for half a month.
As a rear scientific research base, Nata Mountain had no soldiers or generals to recruit. After losing its chief and deputy officers, the defense line suddenly fell into a chaotic situation of fighting independently.
The base's communications have long been cut off by the enemy. On the ever-changing battlefield, it is completely meaningless to rely on a few old-fashioned wireless transceivers for remote control.
Sometimes he would think about what the soldiers on the front line, the brothers in Paoze who were so familiar with him, would need at this moment.
He thought it shouldn't be supplies that would be of little use even if delivered, nor should they be battlefield orders hundreds of miles apart.
So what else?
Are they the trusted commanders who fight side by side and charge forward?
Or is it simply a chance to survive?
But he can't give these just now.
Maybe I actually didn't recover at all after waking up from a coma. After all, after the base lost the beloved Dean Chen Xinyan, no one dared to mention how proficient in medical skills they were.
Trauma that can cause high-level ability users to fall into coma and damage their origins is too difficult for anyone.
The scene in the dream was simply unbelievable and strange.
What Lang Hua couldn't figure out was how Qin Xiaowen could say such words to him with her gentle and gentle nature like a little bird. Besides, she had been picked up by the Qin family a few weeks ago, and she should be in a safe place now.
Thinking of this, he felt temporarily at ease.
At this moment, Lang Hua couldn't help but raise his eyes and look at the corridor window opposite, hoping that his sight could penetrate the thick concrete wall and fly to the invisible and non-existent distance.
