"If you're going to do that," a deep voice came from the communicator, "you have to give me a reason." ”

Han Jianfei looked at the town in the valley that had been converted from a crashed migrant ship, and fell into deep thought with a cigarette butt in his mouth.

"That's not a contagion, it's not a Free Army." He said. "I know what I'm saying, and you probably won't believe it, but I do see that horrible future."

"That's more than five thousand lives," the voice said, "and you know what that means?" ”

"I am willing to take on this historical responsibility." Han Jianfei spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth.

His eyes suddenly went black, and he was once again trapped in the illusion that had tormented him for so many days—the first time since he got the ring.

He looked up and saw a dark cloud covering the sky.

He stood on the vast plain, the ground trembling like a frightened beast beneath his feet.

The tremors were getting closer and closer, gradually joining together, like countless people beating a heavy drum at the same time, and like a string of low muffled thunder surging in the earth under their feet.

It was the sound of the footsteps of thousands of people mingling together.

He turned around suddenly, and saw the boundless crowd sweeping over like the sea, and he seemed to be a stubborn reef in the turbulent sea of people.

No, it wasn't the crowd, it was a myriad of walking corpses, men, women, young and old, they had far more strength and speed than ordinary people, holding all kinds of weapons, and there was no expression on their blue-gray faces, just running, shooting, and charging.

The sea of people made no sound except for the trembling footsteps, and they went around him, passed through him, stepped past him, and rushed frantically towards the city in the distance.

The sound of cannons rang out from the edge of the city, and countless cannonballs fell in the sea of people, blooming into brilliant flowers of death, and bursting countless stumps and broken arms.

A severed hand fell from the sky and landed on the ground in front of him.

The hand, which had been blown off by artillery fire, had a gray-black sheen peculiar to high-purity silicon, and was as hard as marble.

After the artillery fire, the gunshots rang out, the warplanes shuttled overhead the sea of people, the chariots lined up on the edge of the city to fire, countless bullets whistled out, falling in the sea of people, falling on the siliconized blue-gray skin of the people, but like hitting the hard marble, bursting out of countless fragments, making a crisp impact sound.

It wasn't a sea of people, it was a bunch of hard statues, lifelike statues.

Behind the statue's sea of people are more steel war machines, which, under the cover of the statue at any cost, from the ground, from the sky, will launch an endless attack on the city......

It was an army, an army that was not afraid of death and was constantly attacking.

Han Jianfei stood silently in place, unable to move.

Chariots and motorized armor ran over the land he was on, leaving behind only a wide track print and a puddle of flesh from a crushed gecko.

In the face of absolute numerical superiority and attacks at all costs, the city did not withstand this fearless charge after all.

He watched as the marble-like sea of people and the frenzy of war machines broke through the defenses and stormed the city, tearing apart every living person in their path with automatic weapons, with knives, with hands, with teeth.

Until everything is calm.

The clouds were lower, and the sky suddenly began to rain.

Tick.

A drop of rain fell on Han Jianfei's face.

Tick, tick......

Torrential rain poured down.

"Can you afford it?" The voice in the communicator pulled him back from his illusion.

"I can afford ......," Han Jianfei muttered, "I see that kind of apocalypse, where everyone, living and dead, will become enemies, and there is no end ......"

I thought it would be an easy task, but in the town in front of him, which was converted from the ruins of an immigrant ship, when those siliconized monsters appeared, he lost almost all of his closest comrades, and in the entire team, only he and Zhai Liu survived.

"Brother Fei!" Zhai Liu, who was beside him, patted his cheek, "Wake up!" ”

Just for a moment, he seemed to spend dozens of hours in that illusion.

Han Jianfei's eyes were no longer confused, and he said firmly into the communicator again: "I am willing to take historical responsibility, believe me, I must do this." ”

Another voice came from the communicator: "I am the fleet commander Chen Mingyuan, I agree with the suggestion of the ground infiltration team, the fleet is ready and ready to execute." ”

There was a long silence in the communicator, and at first the voice said, "Okay." ”

After a few minutes, frequent lightning began to appear in the air, which is the atmosphere near the ionization of electron beams.

In the charged air, the water vapor quickly gathers into dark clouds, which roll in the sky at a speed visible to the naked eye, just like the dark clouds in countless previous visions.

Han Jianfei and Zhai Liu began to evacuate, and in the purgatory-like scene that followed, no one wanted to stay so close to this town called Huangyang Town.

A ball of light that was extremely bright, dragging a bright long tail down from the sky, bombarded the ruins of the migrant ship in the center of Huangyang Town.

This was followed by the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th regiments...... A full sixty ultra-high-energy light clusters bombarded this small town called Huangyang Town without stopping.

These clusters of light, which are nearly a kilometer in diameter, are hydrogen ion clusters emitted by the main guns of the "Annihilator"-class destroyers, and they have millions of degrees of heat, which can vaporize everything it touches in an instant.

When the first cannon hit the middle of the town, it sealed the fate of the town and its more than 5,000 inhabitants.

Most of them will vaporize directly at the moment of the main gun hit, and these people are lucky because they walk without the slightest pain.

Where there are no direct hits from the main guns, many more people die from the scorching heat of the air, a process that is slow and painful, ten times worse than any depiction of purgatory.

But the pain will not last long, because in just one minute, twelve coalition starships of various types in low-earth orbit fired sixty salvos at this town with a radius of less than ten kilometers.

This attack was completely costless, with only one purpose - to reduce the entire town to nothing, not a single debris left.

The bombardment lasted a full minute, and it seemed like a century to the two men on the outskirts of the town who were desperately fleeing.

By the time the strike was over, there would be no life here.

Han Jianfei and Zhai Liu panted and fell to the ground, greedily breathing in the thin air.

Raindrops suddenly began to fall in the clouds, just as seen in the vision.

One drop, two drops......

In an instant, the rain poured down.

Five years later, the capital of the Union Star Augustus, a certain civic cemetery.

Han Jianfei was in a very inconspicuous corner of the cemetery, slowly walking past a row of tombstones.

"Over the years, there are some things I have always wanted to ask you." Behind him, a man dressed in the uniform of a senior officer of the Alliance fleet asked, "What exactly is the thing you got in Boxwood?" ”

Han Jianfei turned to look at him: "Nothing, I've told you many times, and you have also used the lie detector." ”

"What is it about that makes you so sure you must destroy that town once and for all?" The officer said, "The siliconized monster you're encountering is tricky, but it's not enough to wipe out a small city, is it?" ”

Han Jianfei pointed to his head: "I said, I saw a lot of illusions at that time, and you recorded them, you can go and see how those things destroyed the entire human race." ”

"I've analysed it with experts," said the officer, "and they all agree that your visions are a form of post-traumatic stress disorder, perhaps the battle itself, or the death of your teammates, that infinitely magnify your fear of that enemy." ”

"Do you believe it, Chen Mingyuan?" Han Jianfei stopped and asked.

"I don't believe anybody." The senior officer named Chen Mingyuan shook his head.

Han Jianfei knew that Chen Mingyuan believed in him, and over the years, he had been desperately climbing up, integrating all the military and political resources that could be integrated, just to prepare for the kind of terrifying enemy that would appear at any point.

The two continued to walk forward, and Han Jianfei's hand gently brushed the tombstone, as if brushing the cheeks of those young people.

The tombstones had only a few code names engraved on them, no names.

Coils, fat boys, middle fingers, back molars, old steel cannons, spouts......

"I've heard that in some ancient myths, the devil would hide his real name and let it only be known to those he trusted most," he told Chen Mingyuan, "because once someone knows his real name, they will be enslaved forever." ”

"From the league's point of view, they're all heroes." The officer said with a blank face.

"They choose to forget their past, those real names are only known to themselves, unlike you Chen Mingyuan, who can enter the martyr's cemetery with the name of their ancestors after death."

"What about you?" Chen Mingyuan asked, "Is Han Jianfei your real name?" ”

Han Jianfei smiled: "If you use it well, I think it should be." ”

"Okay." Chen Mingyuan nodded, "When you die, I will engrave the name Han Jianfei on your tombstone." ”

The two walked to the end of the cemetery, where there was a newly repaired tomb, but they didn't know who would be buried in it......