Shashi Orphanage, Langhua dormitory and cabin.
The current time is 2273, two full years away from the day when the disaster struck in Lang Hua's memory.
As more and more sweat dripped from his forehead, his physical strength gradually reached its limit.
Lang Hua took a deep breath and ended today's physical training.
It was late at night, but he lay in bed and couldn't sleep.
It was two years before the catastrophe, and Lang Hua was still a thin, dark boy who was only 14 years old.
Half a month has passed since that strange return or rebirth, but Lang Hua's thoughts have always been immersed in a kind of spiritual haze.
Many things happened after the day of the group fight, which completely corresponded to Lang Hua's so-called "past life memories".
But he still can't tell many things, including whether he is still alive, and whether the world he is experiencing now is real or false.
Even because of the rotation, I got along with Brother Zhang for a long time at the Tashan base. But Lang Hua was still confused about those Lao Shizi's theories of time and space. He could only keep doing it, keep working hard, and go all out in fear.
He didn't want to regret it in the future, he was scared and had enough of the regrets he had had.
The strange headaches and nosebleeds no longer occurred, but Lang Hua fell into frequent insomnia.
Even after exhausting all his energy, he would often keep his eyes open until dawn.
Whenever he closed his eyes, the music in his ears seemed to never stop. Intense gunshots, thundering cannons, desperate cries, angry roars, and miserable screams...
And every time he closed his eyes, his vision became clearer.
Li Yishan's bloodthirsty red eyes after his consciousness was controlled, Xiao Heizi's expression when a bullet pierced his chest, Chen Xinyan's cold and defeated face behind the isolation door, and Zhang Cheng's last laugh and roar... all of this It impacted Lang Hua's mind, making him trance-like, confused, and causing him to suffer continuous torture.
He couldn't accept the fact that those people were dead. He wanted to change, he wanted to save, and he wanted to use every possibility.
He couldn't afford to lose, and he knew he couldn't afford to lose again.
He must have finally been tired from the torture, and Lang Hua's tense body relaxed in a daze. There seemed to be a slight snoring and the sound of his comrades turning over in his ears. This sound from deep in his memory finally gave Lang Hua the final blow.
"It's so reassuring."
Did I ever join such a warm family and team? In those first years of joining the army, I was in the Second Company of the Fifth Battalion that haunted me. Although, it was still in pieces after a total defeat.
I'm really...unwilling.
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There was a crisp "ding bell" sound, and Lang Hua suddenly turned over and squatted at the foot of the bed. He held a small knife beside the pillow in his hand and looked around warily.
It turned out to be an alarm clock.
Lang Hua stole it from the bedroom of a male caregiver and used it to control his time.
Even though it was a full two years early, he never thought that the time at this moment was sufficient.
People don't know what they're going to face.
Otherwise, they will also collapse.
I heard Captain Yang say that there is a lot of luck in the fact that humans can become the masters of the earth today.
We used to be one of them, but fortunately, we firmly grasped the opportunities in several subsequent opportunities. We lived in caves underground to avoid disasters, we began to use tools and make tools, we began to learn knowledge and create civilizations, we survived species extinction, ice ages, human civil wars... and finally, we stood proudly at the top of the entire planet.
But this does not mean that we can always enjoy God’s favor.
Why must humans be God's favorites? God does not exist. We can go through so many ups and downs only because of ourselves. But nothing is eternal. This does not conform to probability theory, but it conforms to the psychological expectations of many people.
In the period of human prosperity, we will intentionally or unintentionally eliminate the possibility of equally intelligent species.
Humans occupy a large amount of resource space, and evolution is inherently a competition for resources.
We suppress them, we influence them, we keep them in place to serve us, we make them our property and resources. And the longer they support us, the stronger we become, and our position becomes more difficult to shake.
This was our confidence. But what if something unexpected happens beyond the scope of human capabilities?
No matter how stable the pyramid is, it is not immune to collapse!
The beginning of the apocalypse in two years will give all species a chance to mutate and evolve. Humanity lost the opportunity in the last life, and Lang Hua didn't want to make the same mistake again this time.
“The End Times” is just what we losers and victims call it.
For species that have quickly adapted to this change, it is enough to call this new era a "divine revelation."
This will be an opportunity for all biological individuals and biological populations. If you catch it, you will be able to make great progress; if you are late, you will be in the abyss.
Judging from Lang Hua's past life memories, what else can the loser do besides changing the AD calendar to the disaster calendar?
Was he cut into pieces and cleaned up under the butcher's knife, or was he hiding in a corner and counting the passing years with the chronology of disasters?
"Although my servant is cowardly and wants to survive, he still knows how to get away with it."
But what Lang Hua knows is that only those who can finally pass on the flames of civilization are alive. As for the losers, no one will remember them.
Those who are mediocre and incompetent will sooner or later be stepped on.
I think we've been comfortable for too long.
We thought we could handle it all.
We live in an efficient society with a clear division of labor. It can speed up the development of civilization, but it is unable to fight back in a crisis on the level of civilization annihilation.
Mathematics and literature may not be of much use in the apocalypse, but as a qualified professional warrior in the apocalypse, it is absolutely impossible not to fully understand the new world after the disaster from the basic theoretical stage.
It is General Yang’s military training philosophy to regard practical science, combat literacy, and survival skills as the three first-level subjects after the war. Many low-level soldiers under his command at the time also benefited from this, including Lang Hua.
This will be a battle for the survival of the race. We need more all-round warriors. We just need final victory.
Moreover, there are still those behind the scenes who are watching covetously.
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"It's a catastrophe, so how could it be so simple?" Lang Hua rubbed his frown and continued to browse the replies on the forum.
"What's going on?" As the mouse scrolled, Lang Hua's face became even more ugly.
As early as the third day after his return, Lang Hua found an opportunity to sneak into the dean's office and spread the news of the impending disaster on several online forums. It was originally hoped that people would be alert and prepared, but now it seems that the effect is not ideal.
Thousands of replies slowly entered Lang Hua's field of vision.
"Hahaha, I believe you. Where did you find this liar?"
"In what age are there still people who believe in 'the end of the world'?"
"Master, if you say so, do you have any evidence?"
"That's right, I agree with you upstairs. If you want everyone to believe it, just provide evidence!"
"Master, it's wrong for you to spread rumors and cause trouble like this..."
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There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and Lang Hua immediately turned off the computer, turned over and hid under the table in the corner.
"Eh? This old computer is a little hot. Is it time to replace it? Ask Xiao Zhou to replace it with a new one. Anyway, there is a lot of balance in the funds allocated by the city."
Hearing the footsteps of the bald dean gradually walking away, Lang Hua walked out of the corner.
"Bah, this old bald man."
Lang Hua still thought too simply. His thinking is still in a post-catastrophic state, and it will naturally not be effective to ask current people according to the standards of the apocalypse.
The biggest lesson that mankind has learned from history is that mankind will not learn any lessons from history.
The ancients really did not deceive me.
Lang Hua should have thought of it.
Enlightenment often only occurs after a large-scale event breaks out.
However, the sense of crisis can gradually disappear after living in a peaceful and peaceful place for a long time.
Now he needs to switch places and think of himself as an ordinary person.
"It seems that the current task should be to get a new identity for myself, so that there will be no obstacles in the future layout."
Lang Hua already had a target. He had paid attention to it before when he sneaked into the dean's office. In the near future, a middle-aged childless couple will come to adopt a child.
Although they seem to be just working-class people, they are enough for Lang Hua's first step plan.
He has never had many opportunities to choose, whether in his previous life or now after rebirth.
After all, there isn't much time left for him.
