Shashi Orphanage, Langhua Dormitory Cottage.

The current time is 2273, and it is still two full years before the day of the catastrophe in Lang Hua's memory.

As more and more sweat dripped down his forehead, his physical strength gradually reached its limit.

Lang Hua took a deep breath and ended today's physical training.

Late at night, he lay in bed tossing and turning.

It was two years before the cataclysm, and the current Lang Hua was still a black and thin boy who was only 14 years old.

Half a month has passed since that strange return or rebirth, but Lang Hua's mind has always sunk into a kind of spiritual confusion.

Many things happened after the day of the group fight, which completely corresponded to Lang Hua's so-called "memories of his past life".

But he still can't tell a lot of things, including whether he is still alive or not, including 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 Nata Mountain base. But those Raushzi's time-space theories Lang Hua was still confused. He can only keep doing it, keep trying, and give it his all in fear.

He didn't want to regret it later, he was scared and fed up with those regrets that he had had.

The strange headache and nosebleed symptoms did not occur again, but Lang Hua fell into regular insomnia.

Even when he had exhausted all his physical strength, he would often keep his eyes open until dawn.

Whenever he closed his eyes, his ears never seemed to stop. Dense gunfire, earth-shattering cannon fire, desperate cries, angry roars, terrible screams......

And every time he closed his eyes, his eyes became clearer.

Li Yishan's bloodthirsty red eyes after his consciousness was controlled, Xiao Heizi's expression when he was pierced through his chest by a bullet, Chen Xinyan's cold and defeated face behind the isolation door, and Zhang Cheng's last laugh and roar...... All of this impacted Lang Hua's mind, making him in a trance, making him confused, and causing him to suffer continuous torture.

He can't accept the fact that those people are dead, he wants to change, he wants to redeem, he wants to use everything possible.

He couldn't afford to lose, he knew he couldn't afford to lose anymore.

Finally tired of torturing him, Lang Hua's tense body relaxed in a grogginess. There seemed to be a slight snoring in his ears and the sound of his comrades turning over, and this voice from the depths of memory finally gave Lang Hua the final blow.

"It's so reassuring."

Have I ever been part of such a warm family and team? In the first years of joining the army, in that fifth battalion and second company that haunted my soul. Although, it was still in tatters after a total rout.

Is...... I'm not reconciled.

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"Jingle bell" made a crisp sound, Lang Hua suddenly turned over and half-squatted at the foot of the bed, holding a knife by the pillow in his hand, and looked around vigilantly.

It turned out to be an alarm clock.

Lang Hua stole it from a male nurse's bedroom to control his time.

Even if it was a full two years earlier, he never thought that there was plenty of time at the moment.

People don't know what they're going to face.

Otherwise, they will also collapse.

I heard Captain Yang say that human beings can become the masters of the earth today, and there are many luck elements in it.

We were one of them, but luckily we took advantage of the opportunities that followed. We burrowed underground to escape disasters, we started to use tools, we started to make tools, we started to learn knowledge, we started to build civilizations, we survived species extinctions, ice ages, human civil wars...... In the end, it stood proudly at the pinnacle of the entire planet.

But that doesn't mean we can always enjoy God's favor.

Why should the human race be God's favorite? God doesn't exist, and we can get through so many ups and downs only because of ourselves. But nothing is eternal, which is not in line with probability theory, but it is in line with many people's psychological expectations.

In times of human prosperity, we will, consciously or unconsciously, eliminate the possibility of equally intelligent species.

Humans occupy a lot of resource space, and evolution is a competition for resources.

We suppress them, we influence them, we make them stand still and serve us, we make them our property and resources. And the longer they provide for us, the stronger we become, and the more difficult our position becomes.

That was where our faith was. But what if something happens beyond human power?

No matter how stable the pyramid is, it is not impossible to collapse!

The beginning of the end of the world, two years later, will give all species a chance to mutate and evolve. In the previous life, humanity lost the opportunity, and Lang Hua didn't want to repeat the mistakes of the past this time.

"The last days" is just what we, the losers and victims, call it.

And for the species that have quickly adapted to this change, it is enough to call this new era "divine revelation".

This will be an opportunity for all living beings, individual organisms, populations of organisms. If you catch it, you can soar, and if you are one step late, you will be in the abyss.

Judging from Lang Hua's memories of his previous life, what else can the loser do besides changing the year of the Common Era to the year of the Cataclysmic Calendar?

Will they be chopped up and cleaned up under the butcher's knife, or will they hide in a corner and count the years of the cataclysm?

"Although the servant is cowardly and eager to live, he also knows how to distinguish between them."

But what Lang Hua knows is that only those who can finally pass on the beacon of civilization are called alive, and as for the losers, no one will remember them.

Those who are mediocre and incompetent will sooner or later be trampled underfoot.

I think we've been comfortable for too long.

We thought we could handle everything.

We live in an efficient society with a clear division of labor, which can speed up the development of civilization, but has no power to resist in the crisis of civilization annihilation.

Mathematics and literature may not be of much use in the last days, but as a qualified professional warrior in the last days, it is absolutely impossible not to fully understand the new world after the catastrophe from the basic theoretical stage.

Taking practical science, combat literacy, and survival skills as the three first-level disciplines after the war is General Yang's training philosophy. Many of the low-level soldiers under him at that time also benefited from this, including Lang Hua.

It's going to be a battle for the survival of the race, we need more all-round warriors, we just need the final victory.

Moreover, there are those behind the scenes.

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"It's a catastrophe, how can it be so simple." Lang Hua rubbed his frowning brow and continued to browse the replies on the forum.

"What's going on?" As the mouse scrolled, Lang Hua's face became even more difficult to look at.

As early as the third day after his return, Lang Hua found an opportunity to infiltrate the dean's office and released the news of the impending catastrophe on many online forums. Originally, it was hoped that people would be able to take advantage of this to be vigilant and vigilant, 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're a ghost. Where did the liar come from? ”

"What age is it, and there are still people who believe in 'the end of the world'?"

"Landlord, you said that, do you have any evidence?"

"That's it, agree upstairs. If you want everyone to believe it, you have to show evidence! ”

"It's not right for you to spread rumors like this......"

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There was a sound of footsteps coming from the corridor, and Lang Hua immediately turned off the computer, turned over and hid under the table in the corner.

"Huh? This old computer is a little hot. Isn't it time to change? Find Xiao Zhou to change to a new one, anyway, there is a lot of money left in the city. ”

Hearing the footsteps of the bald dean gradually walking away, Lang Hua came out of the corner.

"Phew, this old bald man."

Lang Hua still thought too simply. His thinking is still in a post-cataclysmic state, and it will naturally not be effective to demand the current people according to the standards of the last days.

The biggest lesson that mankind has learned from history is that mankind does not learn any historical lessons.

The ancients really did not deceive me.

Lang Hua should have thought of it.

Enlightenment often only occurs after a large-scale event.

However, the sense of crisis can gradually fade after living in a 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 himself, so that there will be no obstacles to the layout in the future."

Lang Hua already had a target, and he had paid attention to it when he sneaked into the dean's office before. A middle-aged childless couple will come to adopt a child in the near future.

Although it seems to be only a salaryman, it is enough for Lang Hua's first step plan.

He had never had many choices, both in his past life and in the present after being reborn.

After all, there was not much time left for him.