Under the blue sky and white clouds, the soldiers who had already worn their respective epaulettes puffed up their chests and looked at Leng Hao on the high platform.

"We are a strong team, from the original Jiangcheng, to the present, from scratch, from weak to strong, we have walked out of our own way."

With Leng Hao's words, people's eyes flashed with a little pride.

The current Rat Expedition can confront tens of thousands of Armida protozoa head-on, and can destroy high-level mutant monsters that were unimaginable before.

The hordes of monsters that once made people fear and despair, now no one is afraid of them.

It's all the result of everyone's efforts.

"But we're still weak."

Leng Hao's voice changed.

"Compared to the whole of China, those Amida protozoa in the world, our team of thousands of people is still pitifully small."

"If we want to return to the old era and the peaceful life of the past, we need to redouble our efforts."

"Not for others, but for ourselves, for our future and that of the next generation."

"I don't want these monsters to come back one day and break our lives, and we're going to kill them all now, right?"

Leng Hao's words won people's response.

No one wants to live the precarious life of the past anymore, and now they have the ability and strength to do better.

"Now, all the people are lined up and marching forward in turn!"

With Song Xiaya's shout, one phalanx after another, stepping on the right steps, walked in front of the high platform.

It was a very rudimentary military parade.

But it was a very real military parade.

The warriors in each phalanx can't make a straight line, and they can't move forward and backward as if they were one person.

However, the momentum of the people who are ready to go to the battlefield at any time, and the evil aura that naturally forms after killing thousands of enemies, completely makes up for all this.

"Stump, stomp, stomp!"

In the majestic military music, every phalanx that walked through the high platform seemed to have undergone a baptism.

Looking at the small army in front of them, many people were a little teary-eyed.

Once, the powerful army in their dreams did not appear, but people themselves created an army.

When the repaired Type 99 main battle tank slowly drove through the square, and when the paramotor unit in the sky crossed the sky, when the guns in people's hands were like a forest, the scene in people's dreams had already appeared in front of people's eyes.

Just when Leng Hao's heart was surging, suddenly, a system prompt sound sounded in his ears.

"The host has achieved the goal of the primary stage and has a team with qualified combat power in the last days."

"Now, the host has a choice."

"1. From now on, survive in the end times, there will be no more replenishment of popularity, but the use of bullet time skills will be retained."

"2. Return to the era of peace, there is no longer systematic help, and there is no post-apocalyptic company, continue to live as a pseudo-first-line star."

Leng Hao asked in some surprise, "Is there any difference between this?" ”

"Because of the emergency, the system is not full of energy, so the host will no longer be able to shuttle back and forth between the two worlds."

"If the host remains in the end-time world, it will not be able to return to the Age of Peace; In the same way, if you return to the era of peace, you cannot come to the end times. ”

"Host, make your own choice."

After listening to the system's story, Leng Hao was silent.

In the past, he was just a little dragon in Hengdian, fantasizing about becoming a big star and living a life of drunken gold fans.

By chance, the system gave him a new life.

Now Leng Hao has actually achieved his original little wish a long time ago.

He has been in Time magazine, he has enjoyed the limelight, countless flesh and blood are proud of having an affair with him, and countless advertisers have asked him to advertise as a selling point.

Although there is still a long way to go from the superstar who has left traces in human history as the system said, Leng Hao can be regarded as realizing his dream.

However, in the last days, the two years of getting along have already changed Leng Hao.

The Rat Expedition, Song Xiaya, and these comrades-in-arms who fought with him and were born and died together also accounted for a lot of weight in Leng Hao's life.

"Why such a choice? I fought and risked my life, but is this the result? ”

Leng Hao is reluctant to have that peaceful and peaceful world, but he is also reluctant to live a life that he has worked hard for.

"Because the manuscript fee for watermelon is too small...... no, because of the system arrangement, it can't be changed."

The sound of the system gradually became a little muffled.

"Host, you are already a dead person, and although this experiment is coming to an end, you are not a loss."

"You can choose any world, continue to live, and live your future life."

Leng Hao couldn't help but clench his fists, it was really difficult for him to make a decision.

"What's going on in this apocalyptic world? Song Xiaya, Jiang Mingrui, are they relying on the illusion generated by the system, or are they really people? ”

"If I choose to leave, will they still live?"

In the face of Leng Hao's questioning, the system did not answer directly, but several pictures appeared in Leng Hao's mind.

Leng Hao, who returned to the era of peace, faced the temptation of the world and embarked on a completely different path.

A Leng Hao, who worked hard to hone his acting skills and was enthusiastic about charity and relief, finally became an acting school after several movie box office poisons, and finally won the Actor Lifetime Achievement Award and became a big star in history.

"That's good!"

Just as Leng Hao was overjoyed, another picture appeared in his mind.

The other Leng Hao lost himself in the drunken gold fan, his acting skills fell off a cliff, but the scandal with those young model Internet celebrities occupied the headlines.

In the end, Leng Hao was abandoned by advertisers and fans, and died alone on a park bench, with only a few friends buried in his funeral.

Seeing this scene, Leng Hao couldn't help but feel a little chilled all over his body.

And Leng Hao, who stayed in the last days, also had two completely different paths.

One picture is Leng Hao standing at the head of Yanjing City, and Song Xiaya with an adoring face standing next to him.

Behind him, a crowd of medals hung around him, and there were many familiar faces of Leng Hao inside.

Li Xinhong, Gong Zhiming, they all have the rank of general, everyone is old, but everyone is there.

One by one, powerful troops walked in front of the street, and every soldier turned his head to Leng Hao and saluted solemnly.

It was a grand military parade that represented the birth of a new world.

The other road was completely different, and Song Xiaya, who was covered in blood, died in Leng Hao's arms with a smile.

And at the moment when Leng Hao grabbed the war knife full of gaps and prepared for the final battle, the enemies in front of him were like comrades-in-arms who got along day and night.

It's just that Wang Wei, Tang Yida, and Li Zilin all poked out gray-white scorpion tails from their mouths, and slowly walked towards Leng Hao with a cruel smile on their faces.

"In the adult world, it's never easy. Even the same path will have different results. ”

"Your future is up to you!"

The sound of the system echoed in Leng Hao's ears, but at this time, Leng Hao suddenly laughed.

He understood where his path was.

(End of book.) ）