October 2, 2172, sunny

To be honest, the planet is no longer inhabitable for human beings, from the moment Maozi did something stupid in Paris.

However, this kind of trivial complaint doesn't mean much to my identity. But it's a good thing to be able to complain, and the people in the 21st Company next door can't even complain now. I remember Daniel, the young man, who always liked to aim at other people's eggs and shoot eggs, and boasted about his marksmanship, and as a result, after the battle in Berlin, he was bombed and couldn't even find his DNA.

This damn guy still owes me a drink, damn it!

Encountering the enemy, taking cover, shooting, calling for air strikes, continuing to advance and praying to the priest.

Every day is like hell, and although we have air superiority, the firepower of the CCCP is simply too fierce. And they finally completely tore through the hypocrisy and began to use nuclear weapons. Good guys, now everyone's lives have depreciated, $10? maybe less.

If I don't write about it, I have to advance to Frankfurt tomorrow, I heard that missile silos are being erected there, and I hope we will be in time.

Above-Emperor bless, victory belongs to NATO-

October 3, 2172, cloudy

The original plan was for my team to set off with the tanks, then launch a strong assault on the 141st battery in the city of Frankfurt, destroy the anti-aircraft missiles, and then call in air strikes to bomb the missile silos.

But things seem to have changed a bit? My squad has received a special mission on an impromptu basis, God forbid, and may my foreboding in my heart be wrong-

October 6, 2172, unknown?

It's hard to imagine that I'm on the X12 space station right now, and we'll be in the drop pod in half an hour, and the destination is Wanghai City, PAC?

Hell, writing in space is really TMD trouble-

October 6, 2172, cloudy, (supplement)

I remember looking at the city before the war, and it seemed to be a beautiful place, but now it looks like Paris, at least along the coastline and in the city center. Our marines will launch beach-rushing landings from the coast. And we infiltrate the enemy's hinterland through orbital airdrops, mark strategic targets, and direct the space-based weapon "God's Scepter" to fire.

Particle shield generator, anti-aircraft missile. Electromagnetic turrets, nuclear power plants, in short, mark everything that has destructive value.

Sounds simple?

Perhaps, though I shuddered a rare moment at the moment when the drop pod passed through the radiation cloud-

October 7, 2172, cloudy

Damn it. It's a hell of a place here.

Everywhere there are PAC soldiers, everywhere there are armored vehicles, tanks, and even lone of their own people?

It's crazy, now as soon as the electromagnetic shield is removed, the power armor will have to be stuck for a while. There are radiations and snipers everywhere, and we can only rely on sign language now, and everyone acts like mutes. How many nuclear bombs were detonated here? Or did the EMP device never stop?

I'm just worried about one thing right now, the Command doesn't receive communications at all.

And that's important! If you're left behind--

October 8, 2172, rain

Bad weather. Rain is not a good thing at this time.

Today we almost got into a fight with our own people. That's right, across the street, no one can see who clearly, and the communication device is in a state of failure.

Luckily, the crisis was over, and the PAC tanks helped us identify them, and we solved the problem together.

They were marines, and as a result, contact was lost shortly after landing. As instructed on the offline map, they were supposed to join the rest of the 11th Regiment here, but it seems that they were the only ones from the 11th Regiment to reach this area.

Lucky guy.

I temporarily joined them in our mission, and they didn't even have anti-tank weapons. If you continue to stay here, you will probably die, so you might as well go with us.

With the support of light infantry, our horizons will be broader. After all, now the radio life detection device is no longer usable, and no signal can be received after the electromagnetic shield is opened-

October 9, 2172. yin

It seems like it's cloudy except for the rainy days?

The battle has been going on for 3 days, but fortunately the buildings in the city center are of good quality, and even after being washed a few times, you can still find buildings that can be used as cover. We were constantly exchanging fire with the people in the PAC, and we were already being seen in the city center. That's a good sign, maybe we'll win one more day?

When you see tungsten rod bullets falling from the sky and smashing the particle shield generator to pieces. We almost cheered for victory.

However, communication was briefly restored soon after.

Our Staff of God was captured by the space special forces of the PAC?

The Fifth Fleet suffered heavy losses?

Retreat? Lost?

Hell, how do my people TMD evacuate in the city center?-

October 10, 2172, probably cloudy (supplement)

I'm the only one left.

James still doesn't seem to be working, and Yakre is crazy. (crossed out)

The PAC soldiers were kind to me, I guess I was okay, I thought I would be beaten up after being pulled out of the power armor, and then my limbs would be broken and then killed.

But it doesn't seem to be?

The soldiers of the PAC are very binding, and almost no one will exceed the rules under the orders of the commander. Although the yellow-skinned monkey who pulled me out seemed to want to cut off my head, he didn't do anything.

That gnashing gaze was familiar to me, as if it wanted to tear me apart.

I can understand that maybe we went a little too far in a certain school, but I can't blame it, even though I'm a devout believer, my fighters need to relieve the pressure. Maybe I should stop that Georgia guy's proposal? Forget it, who cares, everybody's dead

I was crushed into a truck loaded with prisoners of war, with a number of people as disgraced as I was.

Luckily, they didn't confiscate my diary, or I might have gone mad

Keeping a journal is important, yes, it's important.

I try not to off the little man who was holding us, he's already killed two hapless fellows-

October 15, 2172, fine

We seemed to be taken far from the front line, where there were a lot of mountains, a lot of tunnels, and some factories built underground.

Seeing this, I also settled down in a certain way. Because I don't think I have much chance to go back. Exchange of prisoners of war?Heh, will you let me go when you see this?

The people in the car were divided into two groups, one to the north and one to the south.

I had a hunch. One of them could die. Of course, we're all going to die, but I pray I don't die too ugly.

Once we arrived at the underground base, we were quickly barcoded on our faces and given our own beds.

Well, this place is kind of like a concentration camp.

Lucky. My diary wasn't confiscated-

November 17, 2172, unknown

I don't know what kind of weather it is on the surface, we haven't seen sunlight in a long time. Is there still a war going on outside? Or has the war stopped? Of course, we are already "dead," and even if the war is over, we will probably not be able to return home.

The work is not hard, but it is a little boring, and you have to be beaten.

Someone tried to escape, but was apparently killed. We seem to be on death row together, and the one who sleeps on my top bunk is a political and administrative prisoner. He was very thin and didn't have much hair. He chatted with me in English and asked me if I believed in God.

I said I didn't believe it, or I believed it before.

He didn't pay attention and continued to talk to me about other issues. To be honest, I'm averse to issues like ideology-morphology or politics.

But the more he talks, the more he seems to get tired of it?

Thank God, it didn't take long for him to be killed-

November 21, 2172, unknown

Every day the dead are dragged out, and every day the living are brought in.

Maybe maybe the war is really coming to an end? After all, there are fewer familiar faces, and most of them are yellow faces.

But what bothers me is. In the latest batch of prisoners of war, I saw the Slavs.

PAC and CCCP are also doing it? Thankfully, this is good news for NATO.

But how long can a war of this level last?-

December 25, 2172, unknown (maybe it's snowing?)

Today is Christmas. No Christmas trees and candles, and no polenta poured with cream.

I don't believe in God, but I pray devoutly, to my diary. My cellmates said I was crazy, I denied it, someone tried to rob my diary. I beat him up. I broke his nose.

We were all locked up.

The diary was placed under my pillow and no one dared to touch it.

Maybe they were scared of me? I'm sure they're not afraid of death, and I'm not so afraid, but I'm sure no one wants to die from a beating.

No one here can beat me, I'm a special soldier, and they're all political criminals.

Softies-

May 6, 2173, unknown

I don't know if the earthquake or shelling is, maybe it's shelling.

Everyone was huddled in the corner, shivering, but I didn't, and I read the diary from cover to cover.

I don't have time to write every day, and most of the time I probably only have a date. It's not easy to get a pen, and if there's nothing special I'll leave empty.

The shelling continued for a long time, but eventually stopped. Someone mentioned the transfer, and I smiled.

Transfer?Where to go?-

June 14, 2173, cloudy

The day of the transfer came, and unfortunately I was not welcomed by the sun.

It was snowing outside, and radioactive dust was floating in the sky. This is the legendary nuclear winter, and it is relatively chic to be able to see snow in the summer.

The soldiers who escorted us were wearing protective suits, but we were only wearing cotton suits. They didn't plan to use us for too long, so they just gave us iodine tablets to deal with it.

Still leaving in a truck.

As I left, I was surprised to find that several of the mountains were gone, or rather, hollows.

I remember it was where the guys who went north work-

June 20, 2173, fine

Surprisingly, it's a sunny day.

Surprisingly, I returned to Wanghai City?

It seems that order has been restored here, and there are already some citizens living in the suburbs. Of course, their lives are very bad, probably poor people who didn't make it to the shelter. But in any case, this is a good sign that the war is over?

At least there was a ceasefire.

Although it has nothing to do with us.

I've been taken into some underground vault, no, or a research institute? After all, shelters don't usually open until they reach their last year, and that's the same in every country.

I was greeted by a middle-aged man in a white lab coat, and I only felt cold in my hands and feet when I saw him smile at me.

That look looks like it's looking at a guinea pig?

It's crazy.

This was the first time I'd felt fear, hell-

I can't remember the time, I don't know.

The diary was confiscated.

was torn to shreds.

But I'm familiar with that-

They're crazy, do they think they can make XXXX in this way?

Wait, why am I normal?-

Well, now it's certain that they're really crazy.

If anyone reads this diary, they will surely gain something. I tried to leave something behind, but in vain.

All clues will be hidden.

But I still believe that there are smart people who can see the clues.

Why am I still awake? Why are some of them not erased?

I should have died.

Well, before I die, I hope that yellow and human girl can forgive my sins, probably impossible.

(- Captain Jon's last salute to the NATO flag)

Seeing the end, Jiang Chen's hands and feet were cold.

There's definitely something wrong, but what is it? It's not normal, it's not right, what's normal?

In the drawer, next to the place where the diary was originally placed, lay a pistol.

Pistol?!

Trembling and stretching out his hand, Jiang Chen swallowed and spat at the mouth and picked up the pistol. Feeling the cold metallic texture, he groped for the removal of the magazine, and the orange-yellow metal bullets were imprinted in his eyes.

Is it a real gun?!

In the activity room drawer of the school library?!What the hell is this place?

And this crazy "Captain's Diary".

I beeped the dog, it's only 2171 now, how can the diary be written to 2173?

Wait for the crossing?

Jiang Chen suddenly felt a little headache, and sat back in the chair with his forehead covered. His mind is very confused, and he always feels that everything seems to be full of an inexplicable sense of déjà vu. However, it is impossible to say what the root cause of this feeling is.

Am I forgetting something?

Jiang Chen frowned, searching every corner of his memory, hoping to find clues from it. But he didn't even know what the so-called clues were.

From babbling in infancy, to enlightenment education in elementary school, to junior high school to the present, all the memories are so clear.

Where is the problem?

No, why is it so clear? I remember the details of changing diapers when I was a kid?

Come to think of this. Jiang Chen was suddenly stunned, he felt that he had caught something, there must be some detail missing, just a little bit.

However, at this moment, there was a sudden knock at the door.

"Are you in there?"

That abrupt and beautiful voice was like a hammer hitting Jiang Chen's heart (to be continued. )