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This sentence was deeply reflected in Guan Yutao's mind, and even after the collapse of the Oriental system, the series of data transmissions and welfare gifts failed to attract Guan Yutao's attention.

Fragments of memory continue to impact Guan Yutao's brain cells, as if refreshing his outlook on life.

"Hey, it's time to eat."

In the sight, an unkempt but still beautiful woman beckoned to "herself" in a tattered tent, and walked over by herself, in the tent, except for the dirty bed and bedding, what was left was a blackened steel helmet that had been burned for an unknown amount of time, and some messy things were boiled in it, churning under the flames below, as if there was a dead mouse floating in it.

Enduring the nausea, the "self" in the picture enjoyed this rare lunch, and the woman opposite had already finished her lunch quickly, pulled out a crumpled envelope, and said to "herself" with a happy face:

"Your father is writing again, he's fine, would you like to hear what he says in the letter?"

"Himself" nodded, Guan Yutao could feel the joy of this only 5-year-old child, from the eyes and movements of the child's mother, Guan Yutao could perceive that this so-called letter was just a trick used by this lady to coax the child.

"Dear Xiaoling, dear baby Hengxin, I'm sorry I haven't written to you for so long, I'm fine, I've been staying in General Gao's team and continuing to help him command the army, but recently everything has become really crazy, the weather is getting stranger and stranger, food is getting shorter and shorter, and those survivors from the west have brought all the trouble, it's hard to understand why General Gao wants to accept these insignificant but hidden survivors. My army is not far from you, and when this battle is over, I will return to you, maybe, we can spend the Mid-Autumn Festival together, perhaps, we still need to wait until New Year's Day, Guan Yutao, who loves you. ”

This letter, Guan Yutao is not sure about its authenticity, if it is really as Guan Hengxin said, these memory fragments can ensure the authenticity, then, what he sees now is the future, and the future, in the sub-world, what has happened to him?

As the screen turns, fragments of memory resurface, and in an old-fashioned bar with guitar and loud voices, "I" is pouring a glass of liquid from an unknown down my throat.

After a round of applause, "I" looked back, and saw a different person walking in at the door of the bar, because he was wearing a different clothes from the dirty civilians around him, it was a clean and neat sky-blue uniform, and among these ragged and yellow-faced people, he stood out.

As soon as he appeared, he attracted the attention of the people around him, everyone stopped the music, crowded around, and surrounded him like chasing a star, and a man asked straight to the point:

"Mr. Li, can you tell us about the government?"

"yes, tell us everything, is there a president?"

The agitated crowd asked questions as if they were talking word to word, and this well-dressed gentleman was clearly well educated, and he answered every question of the ignorant masses with a smile unhurriedly.

"Yes, of course there is the president, his name is Bao Chengguang, that's right, Bao Qingtian's bag, Yuwen Chengdu's Cheng, the light of light。。。。。。。 Oh, he doesn't have a political party, ma'am, in fact, he was elected independently。。。。。。 Political parties, oh, with all due respect, sir, do you think that in the current precarious situation, there are really people who will go to the trouble of writing articles that fight for the interests of everyone and everyone for the rest of their lives, and needless to say, we are all fighting to survive, to restore our old lives, so, you know, President Bao Chengguang is a very practical person, so he doesn't have the international time to engage in that kind of false 。。。。。。 Moreover, there is no way for his orders to spread outside of Jinguan City now。。。。。。 Of course, of course, he had something to say to the citizens of the Longchang refuge, and he asked me to bring a sentence, 'The situation is improving, and it is getting better day by day, we must hold on, friends, whether it is a wave of corpses or rebels, they cannot wipe out our right to live'。。。。。。 ”

I have to say that this diplomat-like buddy is quite able to speak, so that the people in the entire bar continue to give him more and more violent applause, in the eyes of "themselves", these survivors who seem to be destitute actually brought out a pot of hot broth, and it is said that it is not a mixture of mice, cockroaches, earthworms, maggots, but the chicken soup for the soul of the high-level of the shelter who killed a painstakingly raised hen and presented it to the self-proclaimed special envoy of the president of Shu, It's because President Bao claims to be able to save them from the water and fire.

"That demon, is Gao Jinhu still alive?"

Someone asked the question that worried everyone the most, and the hand that the envoy grabbed the chicken leg and gnawed wildly for a moment, put down the chicken leg stupidly, and replied with a serious face:

"Dead, dead in rebellion."

Everyone obviously celebrated with each other, but the next topic made "myself" a little like sitting on pins and needles, only to see Mr. Special Envoy take a mouthful of chicken soup, wipe his mouth with a white handkerchief and say:

"But to replace him, I think everyone has heard of that damn demon wing, Guan Yutao."

"Why him, damn it, why didn't he die?"

"Believe me, President Bao would rather die than Gao Jinhu, compared to the demonic tiger who only knows how to solve by force, Guan Yutao is too insidious and vicious."

"So what can't the government do? I mean, their army has been entrenched in Han'an, Ziyang, Jianyang, and Jinguan for so long, and they no longer oppress us all the time, can President Bao let them do this nonsense? ”

“。。。。。。 I think everyone knows that the government is still in its infancy, and that we don't have enough military power to fight against the powerful White Rebels, and you should also understand that our enemies are not only those greedy warlords who only care about themselves, but also those zombies who are constantly evolving and mutating, so you must rely on yourself to persist for half a year, a year, or a year and a half。。。。。。 ”

Surprisingly, the desperate answer given by the envoy did not make the people present dissatisfied, but made everyone take it for granted, and it seemed that it became common sense that these people were abandoned in the last days, relying on themselves, and struggling on the line of death independently.

However, from their eyes, Guan Yutao can vaguely see that the so-called hope, yes, hope! That kind of hope for the old life.