What is NASP? How have I never heard of it.

And Boinjes?

No matter how you look at it, it's not the earth.

However, Huang Shang can roughly see from this diary that this person is the elite selected on the earth at the beginning.

The spaceship takes the elite to the depths of the universe in search of another piece of hope, although their purpose is to perpetuate human civilization.

But in Huang Shang's eyes, their actions are nothing more than a group of rabble with the highest achievements of human civilization, just a group of traitors.

Could it be that this Boinjles is the habitable planet they have found? And looking at the narrative of this diary, it should be the elite of the spaceship, there was a mutiny, or the birth of a faction, they were no longer united, but went to war.

Huang Shang had a lot of questions in his mind.

Did they start a battle after the unknown habitable planet had stabilized and developed human civilization to a certain extent, or did the battle begin during the spaceship's voyage?

And the further down he looked, the more intense the beating amplitude of Huang Shang's heart became.

Not because of anything else, just because of the small details he discovered from the beginning to now.

The artificial intelligence's name is [Hunter], and it can hack into Huang Shang's power armor's private communication channels at will.

Is this a technological breakthrough, or is this artificial intelligence program and power armor part of a series in the first place?

There is also the owner of the diary, who mentions the [Hunting Point] in a certain passage.

If one detail is a coincidence, then two details have to make Huang Shang pay attention to this spaceship.

The puzzle of being able to solve the fire, and even the puzzle of the phone and the system, is just... It's crazy.

Huang Shang swore that these things, even if people who have lived for ten lifetimes, may not be able to encounter them.

With this in mind, Huang Shang continued to read.

God forbid, victory belongs to the CCSP.

Cosmic calendar, six years, February, three days, cloudy

The original plan was for my team to march with the Scorpion tanks, then launch a strong assault on the 141st battery on the planet Boingres, destroy the anti-aircraft missiles, and then call in air strikes to bomb the missile silos.

Things seem to have changed a bit though? My squad received a temporary special mission, God forbid, and may the foreboding in my heart be wrong.

Cosmic calendar, October 6 of the sixth year, the weather is unknown.

It's hard to imagine that I'm on space station 12 right now, and we'll be in the drop pod in half an hour, and we'll be in the city of Wanglan in Boinjles.

Hell, writing in space is a real hassle.

October 7 of the seventh year of the cosmic calendar, cloudy.

I remember looking at the photos of Wanglan before the war, and it seemed to be a beautiful place.

But now it looks like a post-apocalyptic Earth, at least along the coastline and in the city center. Our Air Marines will land from the atmosphere. And I, as an Air Force captain, had to infiltrate the enemy's hinterland by orbital airdrops, mark strategic targets, and direct the space-based weapon "God's Scepter" to fire.

Quantum Shield Generator, Anti-aircraft Rocket, Heavy Electromagnetic Cannon, Queen Bee Fighter...... In short, mark everything that has destructive value.

Does it sound simple?

Probably, though the moment the drop pod passed through the clouds, I gave a rare shiver.

October 9, 9th year of the cosmic calendar, cloudy.

Hell, it's an abyssal hell.

NASP soldiers everywhere, Scorpion tanks, queen bee drones, and even lone of their own people everywhere? It's completely messed up.

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 snipers with hunter sniper rifles everywhere, and we can only rely on sign language now, and everyone acts like mutes. How many nuclear bombs were detonated here? Or has the nuclear bomb magazine never been closed?

I'm just worried about one thing now, the communication signal from the headquarters is completely lost.

This is important! If you are left behind......

On the seventh day of August in the eleventh year of the cosmic calendar, it rained.

Bad weather. It's really not a good thing to rain 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 CCSP tank helped us identify them, and we worked together to solve the problem.

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 17th Regiment here, but it seemed that they were the only ones from the 17th Regiment to reach this area.

Lucky guy.

I asked them to join us on a mission for the time being, and they didn't even have a weapon for an anti-scorpion tank. 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, the radio life detection device is no longer usable, and no signal can be received after the electromagnetic shield is opened.

October 9 of the thirteenth year of the cosmic calendar. yin

It seems that it is cloudy except for rainy days? Hell yes.

The fighting has been going on for ten months, but fortunately the buildings in the city center are of good quality, and even after being washed a few times, you can still find a building that can be used as a cover. We were in constant exchange of fire with the people at NASP, and we were already visible in the city center. That's a good sign, maybe we'll win one more day?

When I saw the tungsten rod bomb falling from the sky, the space-based protective layer was shattered. We almost cheered for victory.

However...... We briefly resumed communication shortly after.

Our Scepter of God was captured by NASP's space special forces?

The Sixth Fleet suffered heavy losses?

Fall back? Lost?

Hell, how do my people get out of the city center?

October 10 of the 14th year of the cosmic calendar, probably cloudy (supplement)

I'm the only one left.

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

The soldiers of the NASP are still kind to me? I guess it's okay, I thought I would be beaten up after being pulled out of the power armor, and then I would be killed with my limbs broken.

But it doesn't seem to be?

The soldiers of the NASP are very binding, and almost no one will exceed the rules under the orders of the commander. Although the yellow-skinned monkey that pulled me out seemed to want to cut off my head? In the end, though, he didn't do it.

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

I can understand, maybe what we're doing in a school is a bit overdone? But I can't be blamed for that, as I'm a devout believer, my warriors need to relieve their stress. Maybe I should have blocked that Georgia guy's proposal? Forget it, who cares, everyone is 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.

On the 17th day of September in the 15th year of the cosmic calendar, it was sunny

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. Swapping 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...... It's a bit like a concentration camp.

Lucky. My diary was not confiscated.

December 19 of the 15th year of the cosmic calendar, 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, I am afraid that we will 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.

December 10 of the 16th year of the cosmic calendar, unknown.

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

Maybe it's hard to say if 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.

NASP and CCSP are doing it again? Thankfully, this is good news for a war criminal like me.

But...... How long can a war of this level continue?

December 29, 16th year of the cosmic calendar, unknown (maybe 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 I was scared? I'm sure they're not afraid to die, and I'm not so scared, 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.

Soft eggs.

December 19 of the 17th year of the cosmic calendar, 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?

February 10, 18th year of the cosmic calendar, unknown.

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? Being able to see snow in summer is also quite chic.

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.

When I left, I was surprised to find that how many mountains were gone? Or rather, it became a depression.

I remember that was where the guys who went north worked.

On the 19th day of December in the 19th year of the cosmic calendar,

Surprisingly, it's a sunny day.

Surprisingly, I'm back in Wanglan 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 the institute? After all, the shelter is usually not opened until it is last a few years, and this should be the same in any 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?

Lose your marbles...... It's insane.

It was the first time I felt scared, hell.

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

The diary was confiscated.

was torn to shreds.

But I've memorized it all.

They're crazy, do they think they can make xxxx in this way? (blacked)

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 not erased?

I should have died.

I want to have an afterlife, in that case...... Probably not.

(—Captain Barros, salutes the CCSP flag)

Seeing the end, Huang Shang's hands and feet were cold for a while.

Leaving aside what kind of organization or country the CCSP and NASP are, it is now certain that these people did migrate on a planet called Boinles, but sadly, the original wave of people seems to have become two regimes?

Scorpion tanks, Skyrim shields, power armor, Queen Bee fighters... These familiar names were the strongest fangs of the Han Science and Technology Empire, but when he saw them in his diary, it made Huang Shang feel a chill.

They have established civilizations on other planets, this is certain.

But why do they have these weapons? Or do you have all that you have come from them?

So how exactly is this done? When Huang Shang used the system, those weapons seemed to appear out of thin air, like magic, which was incredible.

Could it be that the man on the Boinreas sent the weapon directly to the post-apocalyptic earth through some kind of technology?

How is this possible, how is it possible to have such technology?

All of these made Huang Shang's shocked legs and stomach tremble, but this was not the most incomprehensible to him.

What made him most incomprehensible was that, judging from the time of the earth, it was only three years for those elites to migrate to space.

It was only three years after the end of the earth's outbreak.

But in their cosmic calendar, it has been advanced by eighteen years?!

It can be inferred from the details that their cosmic calendar also has twelve months, which is also three hundred and sixty-five days.

At least the date on this diary is eighteen years after the cosmic calendar.

What makes time span? So much so that the time span between being on Earth and the unknown Boinlie was directly extended from three years to more than ten years?

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