Section 1 Trance

The girl under the tung tree is called Qin Xiaowen.

In Lang Hua's impression, she always likes to tie her long golden brown soft hair back into a loose and sloppy low oblique ponytail. The middle and back of the ponytail have a curl of curls, and the hair on both sideburns is tied at the end with a pink bow headband tied to the chest.

In my impression, she should have a touch of light eyebrows, hidden behind the fine Qi bangs. Under the slender eyebrows are clear and bright pupils, and there are long eyelashes that flutter slightly.

In my impression, her melon seed face has a slightly straight nose, her skin is fair and flawless, revealing a light red pink, and her lips are thin and delicate like petals.

I remember that she likes to wear a floral dress the most, and her face blooms with the sunniest smile like the girl next door.

Instead of now, his face was covered in blood and ash, his eyebrows were burnt, and his pink-white lips were chapped and peeling......

She shook off Lang Hua's hand and yelled loudly with tears.

"Lang Hua, why don't you understand? If I leave with you, the rest of the Qin family will die! They really don't have a way to live! ”

"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 shoulder again.

"Leader Langhua, please respect yourself!" Qin Xiaowen dodged with a cold face, "I am now the contemporary head of the Qin family, not a little girl that everyone can handle!" ”

"Xiaowen, will you let me figure out a way to do this?"

There was a pleading in Lang Hua's voice, but she chose to turn a blind eye.

As soon as the words 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 listen to me once?"

"Leader Lang, let's go. I have nothing to do with you from now on. ”

That was their first and last quarrel.

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Section 2: The Past

A certain period of history a hundred years ago should be regarded as a piece of the past for people of Lang Hua's age.

In fact, for the current difficult stage, perhaps any history in the past, whether glorious or bleak, should no longer have any meaning

Because it does not really help the current situation, because the so-called borrowing from history is premised on survival, so probably no one will stop to look at it.

In the past two years, the strange spread of black fog has infected the entire planet, and then the whole world gives people the impression that it belongs to the black and red of the oxidized blood.

Billions of lives are lost in the blink of an eye, and billions of living beings are fighting in the sky, sea, and land.

There has never been a moment of such intensification between the contradictions between the native species of the earth, and after putting all the individuals and races on the same runway called evolution, some kind of competition for survival will enter the white heat so quickly.

Whether it is the game between the species of the earth at the beginning of the moment, or the hunting and resistance between the invaders of outer space and the creatures of the earth later. What we can't deny is that when we go back and look for the roots, we find that it all started at some point in history.

This cataclysm took place on Earth in the year 2275.

More than 150 years before the end of the world, the Third World War, which had been feared for a century and a half, finally did not break out. Although there have been constant frictions in some areas, the world has entered a relatively stable period of development, although there have been constant frictions in some areas.

The economic boom and cultural convergence finally contributed to the transformation of the global political landscape after more than 100 years of gestation. The Global Federation, a global political community, was proclaimed in a referendum. A loose federation established under the Regional High Autonomy Act, which includes the European Union, Asia-Pacific, the Middle East, and Latin America...... and many other administrative divisions.

After the elimination of the vast majority of armaments, the surplus human, financial, and material resources have once again stimulated the economic and technological take-off. 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 an unprecedented breakthrough in space-time theory and multi-dimensional space technology, which is said to help deepen human civilization's deep understanding of itself and the universe.

Media people publicized the news widely, bluntly saying that the current is a new era of knowledge explosion, and it is a critical period for human civilization to evolve into multi-planetary species and go to space to establish a stellar civilization.

Eventually, scientific and technological progress fed back into productive forces, giving rise 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 "100 Nuclear" power station, as well as many multinational consortium families that controlled the economic lifeline in free trade.

After more than 50 years of political reshuffle, most of the seats in the autonomous councils of the continents are held by family consortia, and very few are elected as civilians. But no matter how people at the top 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, a strange black fog that permeated 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 I didn't react to that a few minutes ago, maybe even shorter.

If I remember correctly, I would still be lying in a bed in the base logistics hospital at the moment.

I had been sleeping for a long time before this, because the blow I had suffered was more than my body could bear.

During the coma, I should have been awake.

Because there was a long, bizarre dream in front of my eyes.

Like a dream I've been having since I was a kid.

But now it should be the third or fifth day after I woke up.

I don't remember exactly when I woke up from a long coma, but I remember lying in bed and staring until the wee hours of the morning, and then I slept for two hours in a foggy state.

After falling asleep this time, there was this scene in front of me.

What is in front of you at the moment is not the same as the ordinary dream you had when you were unconscious.

I think that's why I'm nervous.

Because nothing in front of me has ever happened. The whole world is divided into many irregular blocks, each of which is a picture being shown. There is a blurry black fog between the different positions, and an even thicker black fog farther away from the world.

And in every picture, there is a Lang Hua, that is, me.

It was me, dressed in the clothes I used to wear, saying what I would say, and what was happening around me.

It is said that a person's viewing angle is 150 degrees up and down, and 230 degrees left and right. If the person is sensitive enough, he can also combine the five senses and intuition to see the six directions and hear the eight directions.

But only when you look in the mirror or watch a video can you see yourself face to face.

A person is most familiar with himself, and the strangest should also be himself.

I saw myself talking and shouting, and the gestalt collapse and semantic saturation made me even more alien to myself in front of me.

But there is no doubt that it is indeed Lang Hua.

I should also 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, my arms, or my body.

I'm not sure if there's a me in mid-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.

Or I can't see myself in mid-air at the moment, I just passively look at Lang Hua and them in those pictures.

I can't do anything but watch.

Normal dreams shouldn't be like this. Normal dreams should be like the ones I had when I was unconscious or when I was a child, and although they may be fragments, blurry images, I deserve to be in them.

And not in such a perspective.

In this way, it is almost like an outsider.

There was a thick black mist that I was most familiar with around this world, and in the few moments when I was stunned, the area where the black fog was located had spread a lot towards the center of this world.

Many of the images were swallowed up, and many more were blurred by the wisps of black fog.

In the process of filling the black fog, I saw many familiar people and objects.

Including those comrades-in-arms and subordinates of the 215th Regiment who had died in the crusade a long time ago, including the broad-bladed Mo knife that pierced Brother Yishan's chest in his own hand, and the painful expression of Xiao Heizi's heart being crushed by bullets.

No, this last one is not right.

When the little black man was killed in front of the battle, I was still unconscious.

It's something I imagined in my head, I can feel it, and in the end this one is a patchwork. It comes from the oral accounts of the wounded soldiers who retreated from the battlefield, and the remnants of the little black in my mind.

And the most central and clearest of these images cannot be explained by this.

That's another Lang Hua, and Qin Xiaowen, whom I had been haunted by when I was in a near-death predicament.

I was familiar with the tung tree behind those two people, and even went to the extravagant federal chamber once with the feats of stabilizing the situation and turning the tide on the battlefield of the Central Plains after the total defeat.

But I wasn't familiar with the two people in front of me, their expressions and every word.

If all this is true.

I wish I had never woken up.

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Section 4 Illusions

The picture suddenly changed. Lang Hua recognized it, this was the Federal Conference Hall, and in the past, only qualified bigwigs could hold rallies here.

There were a few people sitting in the audience, some of them looked old but had bright eyes, and some of them were younger, pretending to be calm and not talking to people.

On the podium stood a girl, with her hair cut very short, and wearing an unsized armor with a coarse cloth shirt and narrow leggings.

This outfit is nothing, but the beast blood on that 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 committee factional disputes. Regardless of whether all parties gained or lost in the crusade war, the Qin family did not take a single penny. ”

The discussion in the audience was a little noisy, but she ignored it, and continued to say loudly: "Please also ask the leaders to look at the past and save a little bit of thin face for the Qin family in the future." ”

"Of course," she paused, "if any thief dares to harbor bad intentions, heh." Naturally, my Qin family will not be a bone to gnaw on! With that said, farewell! ”

Everyone recognized it, it was the military uniform that belonged to her father and brother. But given that she turned away so neatly, people could only catch up with a few words after they left.

"It's a heroic spirit, and there is really a legacy of the old master of Qin."

"What's the legacy? Hey, what about a woman, and then how manly she is? ”

"The Qin family is really a powerful girl."

"Yes, the Qin family has a capable person when they are about to die."

"What are you afraid of, the Qin family has long lived up to the might of the tiger and wolf back then."

"No, the hundred-legged insect is dead but not stiff, so don't act rashly."

"Without the Qin family's father and son, what can only she do? Kill one, ten, or hundred? ”

"Little Niangpi, I don't know if she really falls into my hands, will she still be as arrogant as she is now?"

"It's just that you're really going back to life more and more. Since you admit it, then don't blame my Wang family for swallowing this cake in one bite. ”

"Just you? I am not afraid of the wind flashing my tongue. ”

"The surname is Zhao, what do you mean?"

"Hehe, that's what you heard."

"Everyone, don't be impatient, this matter is still a long-term consideration."

……

The scene gradually became noisy, and Lang Hua stood in the crowd under the stage. But from beginning to end, Qin Xiaowen didn't look at him.

The young lady of the Qin family in armor and dress, the bustling parliament hall......

What's going on?

The humming sound continued to expand in Lang Hua's mind, and he suddenly opened his eyes wide and woke up from his dream.

A few strands of hair stuck to his forehead and cheeks, and sweat was rolling, already soaking through one of the corners.

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In the thirteenth year of the catastrophe, the Natashan Base Research Institute of the Central Plains Theater.

This is the first time that Lang Hua has been awakened by a nightmare since waking up from a coma.

The artillery fire outside the window continues, and it sounds like it's a lot more advanced than it was yesterday.

Everything he had learned in the past few days after waking up from a coma was much worse than the condition he had been in before he fell unconscious.

Perhaps these ensuing events hit him harder than the trauma he suffered at the beginning.

Adjutant Duan Hei was eliminated by the enemy on the battlefield seven days ago, but as the supreme commander, he had been in a deep coma for half a month.

As a rear scientific research base, Nata Mountain had no soldiers to use and no generals to point to, and the defensive line of the position after losing the main and deputy commanders suddenly fell into a chaotic situation of fighting on its own.

The communications of the base have long been cut off by the enemy, and on the rapidly changing battlefield, it is meaningless to rely on only a few old-fashioned wireless transceivers for remote command.

He sometimes wondered what the soldiers on the front line, the robes who knew him so well, needed at this moment.

He thought that it should not be a drop in the bucket even if it was delivered, nor should it be a battlefield order hundreds of miles away.

So what's more?

Is it a cronie who fights side by side and charges ahead?

Or is it simply a chance to survive?

But he can't give these things now.

Maybe I didn't recover after waking up from a coma. After all, after losing the beloved Dean Chen Xinyan at the base, no one dared to mention how proficient he was in medical skills.

And the trauma that can make high-level abilities fall into a coma and hurt the origin is too tricky for anyone.

The dream scene is simply unbelievable and too strange.

What Lang Hua couldn't figure out was how Qin Xiaowen's gentle bird-like temperament could say such a thing to himself. Besides, she had been picked up by the Qin family a few weeks ago, and now she should be in a safe place.

Thinking of this, he was temporarily reassured.

At this moment, Lang Hua couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at the opposite porch window, hoping to see through the heavy concrete wall and fly to the invisible and non-existent distance.