Except for silence, Su Hao felt that he couldn't do anything.

He felt so helpless, so weak.

There were a few times when the throbbing from the bottom of my heart almost forced Su Hao to cry. The subconscious mind told him: Go and shout for help! Go and beg for forgiveness! Go scream! Go laugh! Go and pray!

Whatever it is, as long as it can break the damn silence!

For this, Lao Tzu is willing to pay any price.

Whenever this instinct crawling out of the depths of his soul struggled and wanted to occupy Su Hao's heart, he had to use all his strength to fight this invisible enemy. The previous light and warmth were completely gone, and Su Hao had to bite his lip with his teeth, for fear that his shouts would slip out of his mouth. He knew that even the slightest sound would kill him in an instant. He didn't know what it was, or what was around him. While his comrades may be close by, so may his enemies. Perhaps, somewhere in this uninhabited world, millions of enemies are quietly waiting, waiting, religiously fighting, destroying, and killing.

If there's anything worse than being mortally wounded and stuck in a no-man's land, it's being spotted by your enemies.

Su Hao had to endure the silence. No, it should be dead silence.

As soon as he thought of this, he fought even harder; He longs to be rescued, but now he can't do anything about it.

Su Hao felt that he didn't have much time left.

The world was so real, so real that it scared him. Now, he has very little good feeling left for the world. The things that used to mean a qiē to him: family, hometown, parents, friends...... By the way, I have to add one more -- a firm belief in His Majesty the Emperor. All of this now seems so vague and distant. Even his own memories began to become ethereal, as if his past and future were rapidly withering and withering before his eyes.

Why is this happening?

This is not the result I wanted.

Su Hao saw himself shouting, waving his fist angrily at the dark sky. The mind seems to be detached from the body at this moment, silently watching the movements of the body from the perspective of a bystander. Perhaps, this is called out-of-body experience?

In Su Hao's inner world, the world that was once full and vivid because of the promises he made collapsed with the surrounding qiē. There weren't many options left for him: either shout, grit his teeth and shut up, or die from blood loss. Or, you can use a dagger to have a good time. Of course, struggling to stay awake, or falling asleep is also a good option. That can even be seen as a relief in disguise. At this moment, lying on the bed and sleeping comfortably, full of temptation like a **** beauty. Su Hao felt as if his whole body was falling apart, and his exhaustion still tormented his decadent soul.

It's really strange, why does it feel so weird?

Su Hao didn't intend to give in. He knew that if he fell asleep now, he would never wake up.

Those so-called choices will come to naught, and in the end there is only one choice in front of him: life or death?

And he, he didn't want to die.

It's strange, just like when I was in despair in the future world, and on Earth.

Could it be that this is what darkness feels like?

How long has it been?

What time is it?

The question was again and ruthlessly tortured him, and there was still no answer. Su Hao felt that his fate was completely in the hands of others. It's hard to fight, isn't it? I can't see anyone else but myself. What about the soldiers? Where are Kenson and Mo Xingkui? And Dai Xiaolou and Pamela, where are they?

Su Hao waited quietly in the uninhabited wilderness. Hopefully, somewhere in the wilderness, his comrades were searching for him.

He began to slowly gather his thoughts, thinking back to how he had come here.

Earth.

Red Dragon Planet.

The third stage of the world.

Thinking has changed again.

Su Hao saw patches of wheat fields and warm sunshine again. It is strange that the darkness seems to have sensed its disgust and hatred, and disappeared far and completely, returning the control of the world to the sun again.

I seem to have another name. No, it's not called Su Hao, but a very strange-sounding name. What is it, Su Hao's concept is also very vague, and there is nothing too practical.

The mind screen returns to the farm.

Su Hao sighed and continued to turn around, trying to repair the old, rusty irrigation pump.

The sunset felt very good, but the change in thinking made Su Hao feel very relaxed. He became a mechanic, silently watching the water pump out of his mind.

In between, he had removed the dashboard from the case, completely exposing the motor inside. Now, relying on the weaker and weaker light of the setting sun, Su Hao removed the spark plug on the motor again, and then replaced it with a new part. Then, he prayed reverently to the mechanical soul inside the pump.

This practice is the standard procedure for all mechanical mechanics in the world in the third phase. The emperor is absolutely omnipotent, and no matter what trouble he encounters, he can pray through guò for extra strength. Maybe it's a superstition, but for the third stage world, everyone will feel that there is nothing wrong with doing so.

The emperor is actually existing, and his greatness and power are obvious to all. Therefore, prayer is sure to have an effect as well.

Su Hao connected the various connection points of the pump and checked it again. He picked up the gag pot at his feet and carefully poured a few drops of lube from it and landed on the mechanical gear. Now that everything seemed to be in order, he grabbed the long pump lever with his hand and pressed it up and down a few times, then pressed the ignition of the motor again. All of a sudden, the pump roared. The motor grumbled as he reluctantly pumped the water out of the aquifer deep underground.

At that moment, Su Hao was overjoyed with his masterpiece. But not long after, as a puddle of muddy water from the pump nozzle turned the irrigation canal in front of it into mud, the motor stopped without warning.

Su Hao pressed the ignition again in disappointment, but this time the motor didn't say a word. He poked his head forward and carefully inspected the mechanical parts once more, checking that the joints were not corrupted, that the working parts were free of sand and gravel and that they were adequately lubricated, and that there were no broken wires or aging parts. And just like the last time the pump was repaired, Su Hao couldn't figure out what went wrong.

It's just a water pump. This thing doesn't strictly matter. The threat of dark creatures is real, and their sharp fangs and claws could tear your throat at any moment. A water pump...... The difference between the two, I'm afraid that even a fool can judge which is more important.

Finally, Su Hao had to admit that he had failed.

He couldn't get the pump to work, so he had to reinstall the dashboard he had just removed and tighten the screws.

He wanted so much to fix the pump - the wheat harvest would last for three weeks, and the farmers' irrigation systems should be in good condition. You must know that even in a good year, when the wheat is growing well, the fate of the farmers is still tightly tied to God's mercy and gifts. Without the backing of the irrigation system, a two-week dry season at most would have been a reminder forever of the difference between a whole year of celebration and famine.

Oh! The root of the problem seems to be here. Drought can also be deadly. Mass starvation, lethality, and destruction far exceed even the invasion of dark creatures.

Of course, this is just Su Hao's own imagination. But on the surface, there should not be much difference.

After Su Hao tightened the screws, he stood there blankly looking at the water pump, he knew that the reason why he wanted to repair the water pump was not just out of practical considerations. Either way, tomorrow he would leave the farm forever, the only land and life he knew, and never return.

He knew that he had to do something about the life he was about to leave, as if it were an act of atonement to soothe his sorrows. For this family, for my parents, for my sister.

This morning, when his father asked Su Hao to see if the pump could still be repaired, he felt that this was the best opportunity. But now, the damned, cursed pump, and Su Hao's own lack of mechanical knowledge conspired against him. No matter how hard Su Hao tried, this last act of compensation seemed hopeless.

When Su Hao put away the tools sullenly, the sun had completely set. With tired feet, he left the fence and walked towards the farmhouse, the lights of the distant houses looming through the shutters. Su Hao walked up to the doorway, opened the latch of the front door, and carefully dragged off his boots and placed them on the edge of the threshold, trying not to let a little dirt fall on the floor of the corridor. It was always a mother's focus area, wiped clean and waxed. Then, Su Hao walked through the corridor towards the kitchen, the door of the room next to him was open, and the portrait of the Great Emperor was hanging on the fireplace inside. When Mr. Su Hao walked there, he completely subconsciously drew a religious symbol on his chest with his fingers.

Like the devout Christians on earth, crossing back and forth on their chests.

When I walked into the kitchen, I saw that the dining table in front of me was already lined with plates and knives. When Su Hao walked past the table and walked to the sink, he suddenly remembered: when he came back from the field two days ago, he found his parents sitting in the kitchen waiting for him, and on the table was a black-edged, parchment paper draft book. When I saw this article for the first time, my parents couldn't help but cry. Su Hao didn't need to ask the reason for the crying, their expressions, and the sign of the Imperial Eagle on the conscription book had already explained a qiē.

This is the Inner Realm of the Empire. According to the law and the Holy Codex, every citizen of the empire was obliged to obey the emperor's will and accept the conscription at any time.

It's really funny. I am already the supreme commander of the "Red Dragon Warband". The military rank is colonel. I've even been in the Iron Warriors for more than thirty years. Now, there is still a conscription essay that belongs to me in front of me.

Now, as Su Hao walked past the table in silence, he noticed that the parchment was neatly folded and placed on the cupboard. Su Hao's thoughts were disrupted, he concentrated, stepped forward, opened it again, and read the content on it silently.

Citizens shrouded in the brilliance of His Majesty the Emperor, celebrate! In accordance with the laws of the Empire and the powers conferred upon it by the Holy See, the Governor of your region will issue a decree to select the best and strongest young men from among the local population to form two new Imperial Guard legions. Therefore, all those who were called up for the two newly formed legions must immediately rush to the call-up office to sign up and receive military training in preparation for future service in the Imperial Wehrmacht under His Majesty the Great Emperor. This order shall take effect immediately and without delay. Anyone who violates the order and who has doubts about the order itself must be dealt with with with the Holy See.

The call-up contains a detailed list of the names of all conscripts and a brief description of the process of enlistment. At the same time, it has been repeatedly emphasized that any act of evading the call will be punished severely.

I don't know why, Su Hao felt that there were suddenly a lot of things in his head. It's strange and it's very familiar. That's all about the fate of those who refuse drafting. They were sent to makeshift concentration camps and became biological slaves. Even those who confessed their sins and expressed repentance afterwards were sent to the field of mineral resources, where they toiled forever to stop death.

Su Hao didn't need to read the rest of the call book silently. Because in the past few days, he had read the call-up so many times that he could memorize every sentence and word on it.

Despite this, Su Hao couldn't help but tear open the unhealed heartache in his heart, and silently read the contents of the conscription book.

It's really weird, why feel sad? It is an honor to be a warrior. Although the Wehrmacht was not as strong as the main army, and it was impossible for the soldiers to receive the allotted power armor, in any case, obeying the emperor's call was a blessing in itself.

Fathers and mothers grieve because when a son becomes a warrior, it means death. Anyone, any family, this is unacceptable bad news.

Su Hao remembered the strange name again. This should be the name of the world in the third stage of itself. He couldn't remember what it was, he just had a vague impression in his mind. It's like when you grow up remembering your childhood name, but you never like it again as an adult. You try to forget it, but you can't erase the memory in your head.

On Earth, I am Su Hao.

On the Red Dragon Planet, I am the Emperor.

Here I ...... I can't remember what the original name was.

"Su Hao?"

The mother's voice came from behind, interrupting Su Hao's thoughts: "You stood like this, which startled me, I didn't hear your footsteps coming in." ”

Su Hao turned around and saw his mother standing beside him, holding a large piece of hard bread in her hand.

She was not as old as she had imagined, her complexion was ruddy, her body was slightly chubby and muscular, and she wore the usual linen shirt. This is more or less the most common dress on the farm, not delicate and beautiful, but easy to work and sturdy.

Su Hao sighed slightly. He had not had the concept of "mother" for a long time. It's been hundreds of years, and that face in my memory has long been blurred. At this moment, it became very clear.

It's strange, why didn't I have an impression of this face before?

Su Hao felt that his eyes, which had long been dry, became moist again at this time.

"I just came in, Mom."

As he spoke, he put the call book back, feeling ashamed in his heart: "I just finished my work, and I think I have to wash my hands before eating." Well, I'm covered in mud and my hands are dirty. ”

At that moment, the mother stood there quietly looking at him. Looking at the silent sadness on her face, Su Hao could completely understand how uncomfortable it would be to let her say from her mouth at this time that she would lose her son at this time tomorrow.

Not every soldier will die in battle. But as long as you go to battle, the chance of death is definitely much higher than when you are in the inner realm of the empire.

This heavy atmosphere gives a deeper meaning to every word between people. Su Hao felt very uncomfortable, he was not used to it, even the most ordinary conversation had to be cautious, to prevent overly casual words from causing more pain to his mother.

This kind of thing has never had a similar experience on Earth and the Red Dragon Planet before.

Especially on Earth, we must be vigilant against mutated creatures at all times, and there is no time for emotion or lamentation. Dead people are as simple as eating and sleeping there.

"Did you take your boots off?"

Mother spoke slowly, trying to move on to the safe, everyday topics. But the more this is the case, the more uncomfortable Su Hao's feeling becomes.

He knew that none of these qiē were real, but they were so real that they were almost his own experience. Hell, Su Hao felt that his thinking had become more and more confused, and he had difficulty judging reality and illusion. Perhaps, a qiē is true.

"Yes, I put them in the hallway."

Su Hao heard his own clumsy and slow voice. The pronunciation is still quirky, like having two walnuts in your mouth. This is probably the original syllable of this world. But why would I say such a thing? I had been speaking Chinese before, saying "yes" or "no", and even English, Su Hao did not care.

Having said that, Su Hao is still satisfied with this world of thinking. He didn't like the dreary darkness he had before, and thought it was a terrible grave enough to bury his mind. As long as you stay here, there is light, there are people, and the most rare thing is that these people are still their relatives, parents and sisters. In contrast, Su Hao would definitely choose to leave the damn dark world far away. Eating and sleeping is as easy as that.

"Did you take your boots off?"

Mother spoke slowly, trying to move on to the safe, everyday topics. But the more this is the case, the more uncomfortable Su Hao's feeling becomes.

He knew that none of these qiē were real, but they were so real that they were almost his own experience. Hell, Su Hao felt that his thinking had become more and more confused, and he had difficulty judging reality and illusion. Perhaps, a qiē is true.

"Yes, I put them in the hallway."

Su Hao heard his own clumsy and slow voice. The pronunciation is still quirky, like having two walnuts in your mouth. This is probably the original syllable of this world. But why would I say such a thing? I had been speaking Chinese before, saying "yes" or "no", and even English, Su Hao did not care.

Having said that, Su Hao is still satisfied with this world of thinking. He didn't like the dreary darkness he had before, and thought it was a terrible grave enough to bury his mind. As long as you stay here, there is light, there are people, and the most rare thing is that these people are still their relatives, parents and sisters. In contrast, Su Hao would definitely choose to leave the damn dark world far away. I1292