Yang Zheng never expected that the king would actually be his future self.

He came from the future to the present, with a mission, and now, he chose himself, or he chose himself, all of this is a mission.

Yang Zheng sat under the wall, holding the tablet with a black screen in his hand, his face was cloudy, and suddenly, the corners of his mouth slowly turned up, revealing a self-deprecating smile.

"Fuck you on a mission! Can you be a little more? After your action failed, you wanted to pull Lao Tzu to fill the hole? There are no doors! Lead people to rebel against those perverted aliens, lead them to victory, a noble and selfless sentiment, a great dream of justice and awe-inspiring, all fuck you! This has nothing to do with Lao Tzu's dime, Lao Tzu doesn't have such big ideals, nor does he have that much ability, as for leading those survivors to victory, it's better to leave it to others to do in the future. Lao Tzu doesn't bother to care about anything now, he just wants to live a little longer and live happily. Hum...... King, whether you are from the future me or not, I still want to tell you that you are you, I am me, no one can interfere with my decisions, and no one can influence my thoughts, because I am Yang Zheng, not the king! ”

Thinking of this, Yang Zheng slammed the tablet on the ground, only to hear a cracking sound of "pop", and the tablet was suddenly smashed to pieces.

At this moment, Yang Zheng finally understood everything, and at this moment, he also made his own decision in his heart!

In the future, no matter what kind of difficulties he will encounter, he has only one goal in mind, that is, to keep getting stronger and work hard to live!

As for whether they will join an organization called the "Alliance of the Liberals" in the future, and then become their supreme military commander, and lead them to victory.

Yang Zheng didn't want to think about all this, and he didn't want to think about it.

He now wants to follow the path he wants to take, and he will no longer be at the mercy of the king, let alone follow in the footsteps of the king.

He will make use of the resources that the king has left him, and as for him to walk in the direction the king has specified, it is absolutely impossible, at least, it is impossible now.

Now, most of the world is under the control of the xenomorph legions, and in the future, it is estimated that they will also wage war to encircle and suppress the survivors who are hiding.

Yang Zheng knew very well in his heart that in the current tense and dangerous environment, if he was alone, no matter where he went, it was estimated that it would not be a long-term solution. Even if you go to the seven northwestern provinces that have not yet been conquered by xenos, they may not be safe there.

Therefore, in order to survive better in the future, and for himself to no longer run around like he is now in the future, Yang Zheng decided that he must be a strong man in the future and have a strong armed force, only in this way will his safety be guaranteed.

Because, in this world, no matter when, it is natural selection, survival of the fittest!

If he wants to really live, it is better to ask for others than for himself!

From today on, he will no longer think about relying on anyone, because only he is qualified to control his fate!

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Before you know it, the sky outside is starting to get brighter.

Last night, Yang Zheng hid in the basement and rested for almost the whole night.

Originally, according to his original plan, he was going to wait until it was dark to start crossing the river, but because he absorbed a mutant man's energy heart last night, the X-90 mutant gene in his body suddenly evolved successfully, plus he entered a super arsenal and opened the No. 5 gate, all the energy in his body was consumed.

Therefore, for the sake of safety, Yang Zheng rested all night, and only came out of the basement when all his energy was restored.

After coming outside, Yang Zheng found that the sky in the distance had already appeared white, and estimated the time, it should be around five o'clock in the morning.

At this time, the whole village was surrounded by a gray fog, and there was a lot of dew on the ground, which looked relatively humid, but the air was fresh.

After Yang Zheng identified the direction, he quickly left the village and went straight to the Lancang River.

The village is still about thirty miles away from the Lancang River, and with Yang Zheng's speed, if he is not particularly desperate, it will probably take more than an hour to get there.

The warm morning sun slowly rises from the ground line in the east, shining the earth with a golden yellow.

At this moment, Yang Zheng came to the edge of the Lancang River smoothly.

Looking at the turbulent and endless Lancang River, Yang Zheng couldn't help but take a deep breath.

The surface of the Lancang River here is about one kilometer wide, and the river is torrential and whirlpooled.

On both sides of the Lancang River, there are large and small potholes everywhere, and at the same time, in those deep pits and mud holes, a large number of broken black metal scraps are buried horizontally and vertically.

Obviously, in the basin of the Lancang River, there must have been a lot of artillery bombardment before, and the battle scene was not fierce, otherwise, so many ghost fighters would not have been shot down.

Yang Zheng's eyes widened, and he looked hard towards the other side of the river, and suddenly, he was taken aback in his heart.

I saw that at the other end of the Lancang River, on top of the long river bank embankment, a large number of turrets and turrets were built, but at this time, most of those turrets and turrets were dilapidated, turned into piles of ruins, and the buildings had already been emptied.

On the long river defense line, there was no trace of the Northwest Army garrisoned at all.

It seems that there have been many fierce battles here a long time ago, and the Northwest Army, which is stationed on the defense line of the river on the opposite bank, is estimated to have spent a huge price in order to block the attack of the alien legions.

Now that the river defense line on the other side is deserted and defended, could it be that the Xenomorph Legion has already captured the northwest? If that's the case, then there's nowhere else to go.

However, Yang Zheng faintly felt that something was wrong.

He had seen and flown the ghost fighters in the shape of bats, and he knew very well the speed and advantages of these ghost fighters, with the flight altitude of the ghost fighters and their super combat strength, how could they lose so much in this area of the Lancang River?

It was almost more than 30 miles away from the village where I rested last night, and I didn't see any downed ghost fighters along the way, but on both sides of the Lancang River, I saw so many crashed ghost fighters.

The scene at this time is puzzling?

"Could it be that the Union troops who have withdrawn to the Northwest have a powerful secret weapon? Under this kind of weapon, even the ultra-modern technology of the Xenomorph Legion is difficult to resist? ”

Thinking of this, Yang Zheng shook his head self-deprecatingly, and said in his heart, what the hell do I want to do with these things, let's hurry up and cross the river. Regardless of whether the northwest is occupied by xenomorph legions or not, you have to go over and investigate.

Looking at the endless wide river, Yang Zheng couldn't help frowning.

Now, if you want to cross the Lancang River, which is about one kilometer wide, you can only swim with your bare hands, but with your current weight and swimming level, I really don't know if you can insist on swimming to the other side, and I am afraid that if I have an accident halfway through the swim, it will be a big trouble.

", looks like I'm going to have to find some inner tubes!"

Half an hour later, Yang Zheng returned to the riverside again, and at this time, there were two more bulging inner tubes in his hands.

He tied the two inner tubes together with a rope, then sat on them himself, holding a simple paddle made of wooden planks, and was ready to cross the river.