Taylor the Wall-Facing was in a constant state of restlessness, often descending into underground storage at a depth of two meters, watching the collected macroatomic nuclei dance eternally in the imprisoned magnetic field. The dance of these threads gave him a strong hypnotic effect, and he often stared at them for hours, only then did he feel a sense of peace of mind.

Space electromagnetic launch rails are also being built, and progress is fast, but Taylor doesn't pay much attention to these, because large-scale experiments in ball lightning and macroatomic fusion can only be carried out in space, and the only way into space is now a single wooden bridge with conventional launches.

Li Yang's space elevator is still in the technical research stage, the international cooperation required for huge investments is also slow, and the conventional launch capabilities needed to build a space elevator are not yet available.

So at the same time, humanity had to continue to improve the stone axes and sticks of the Stone Age: chemically propelled rockets.

Taylor had to wait, so he returned home and lived a normal life for the first time in five years of being a wall-facer.

At the same time, the wall-facing people are attracting more and more social attention, whether they want it or not, their image of the savior in the public mind has been established, and the cult of the wall-facing has naturally emerged.

Despite repeated explanations by the International Conference and the PDC, myths about their superpowers are still spreading and spreading. They are portrayed as superhero heroes in science fiction films, and in the minds of many, they are the only hope for the future of humanity. As a result, the wall-facing people also have great appeal and political energy, which ensures that their mobilization of huge resources can be carried out more smoothly.

On this day, Taylor had a visitor. Like other wall-facing people, his home is heavily guarded, and visitors must go through strict security checks. But when he saw someone in the drawing-room, Taylor knew he would be able to get in without a hitch, for he looked like a man who was no threat to anyone.

He wore a crumpled suit and an equally crumpled tie on a hot day, and even more intolerably a top hat that is now rare, apparently trying to make his visit look more formal, and he probably hadn't been to any formal occasions before.

His face was yellow and thin, as if he were malnourished, his glasses looked large and heavy on his small, pale face, his small neck looked difficult to support the weight of his head and top hat, and his wrinkled suit hung more like an empty hanger on a hanger.

As a traditional Western politician, Taylor can see at a glance that this person belongs to the most pitiful kind of people in society, their pity is not only material, but also spiritually humble, this is the type of little people Taylor looks down on the most, they are real dispensable people, thinking that most of the world he wants to save is this kind of people, he always feels interested.

The man cautiously stepped through the living room door, not daring to go any further, apparently fearing that the soles of his shoes would stain the living room carpet.

He took off his top hat, looked humbly at his master through the thick lenses of his glasses, and bowed repeatedly. Taylor made up his mind to drive the man away after he uttered his first words, perhaps what he had to say was important to himself, but not to Taylor.

The first words of the humble poor man were uttered in a weak voice, and Taylor seemed to have been struck by a bolt of lightning, and almost fell to the ground with vertigo, and for him every word of the sentence was thunderous:

"Frederick Taylor, the Wall-Facer, I'm your wall-breaker."

"So fast?" Taylor tells the wallbreaker that he struggles to keep his voice calm, but it turns out to be weak.

"It could have been faster, but I wanted to gather more evidence, so I'm late, I'm sorry." The wallbreaker said that he stood behind Taylor like a servant, speaking slowly, with the humility of a servant, and even with a kind of thoughtfulness in the last three words—the thoughtfulness of an old executioner to his executioner.

Then there was a suffocating silence, and it was only when Taylor mustered up the courage to look up at the wall-breaking man that the latter respectfully asked, "Sir, may I continue?" ”

Taylor nodded, withdrew his gaze, and sat down on the couch, trying to calm himself as much as he could.

"Yes, sir." The wallbreaker bowed again, his top hat in his hand, "Let me first briefly describe the strategy you have shown to the outside world: to establish a space force independent of the main fleet of Earth, with ball lightning and macroatomic nuclear fusion as the main weaponry. ”

"There's no point in discussing this with you." Taylor said. He had been hesitant to end the conversation altogether, and the intuition of politicians and strategists had told him that he was the victor as he had been revealed, but until now he had been left to chance, hoping to prove that his mind had not been seen through.

"If so, sir, I can go on and arrest me, but one thing you must have thought of is that your true strategy, and all the evidence that has been inferred about it, will be in the news of the world tomorrow and even tonight. I have come to meet you at the cost of the rest of my life, and I hope you will cherish my sacrifice. ”

"Go on." Taylor said with a wave of his hand to his wallbreaker.

"Thank you, sir, I'm really honored and won't take too long." The Wallbreaker bowed again, and his humility and reverence, rarely seen in modern people, seemed to have penetrated into his blood, showing itself at any moment, like a soft noose slowly tightening around Taylor's neck, "So, sir, am I just rightly stating your strategy?" ”

"Correct." Taylor said.

"Incorrect." The wallbreaker said, "Sir, allow me to say that it is not true. ”

"Why?"

"I first noticed that you have spent a lot of energy and time traveling around the world, examining the armies and other armed forces of various countries, trying to find the remnants of the spirit of self-sacrifice in human society and to form a space force with this spirit.

This focus on sacrifice seems a bit too much and quite abnormal. Of course, you have your own explanation: Ball lightning and macroatomic weapons require a close range of targets and a higher casualty rate than other space weapons, thus requiring self-sacrifice on the part of the combatants.

"What's wrong with that?" Taylor asked, looking up from the couch.

"There's nothing wrong with that, it's reasonable, but it's just for the strategy you're showing to the outside world."

The Wall Breaker bent down, brought his mouth closer to Taylor's ear, and continued in a lower voice, "But in your real strategy, things have changed slightly: if this space kamikaze or al-Qaeda in space is really established, they will not be deployed to your ball lightning fleet, but will become part of the main fleet of Blue Star, and of course, you would prefer to be all of them. ”

Taylor's last hope was dashed, he already knew what was going to happen and chose to remain silent, after that, there was really no need for him to say anything.

But the wallbreaker kept talking, the wind that blew from his mouth to Taylor's ear was not hot at all, as if it was blowing from a ghost, with a smell of a grave, "Your ball lightning fleet doesn't need such a warrior, because this fleet is not going to attack the Trimaran Fleet at all, its target is the Blue Star main fleet." ”

Taylor remained silent, his face as hard as a stone statue, and he was waiting for the executioner's butcher's knife.

"At some point near the end of the battle, when the Earth fleet is ready to attack, there will be a super-space Pearl Harbor attack, a devastating attack that will come from a direction they could never have dreamed of, from people they never dreamed of.

The light of macroatomic fusion will be lit up in the space military port, and its fusion energy is so high that it looks like countless suns, and in these blue suns, the main fleet of Blue Star will be wiped out and disappear into countless quantum phantoms in space.

At this point, you get what you're looking for: a fleet of Earth in a macroscopic quantum state. In words that are easier for the public to understand: you have to destroy the Blue Star Space Force and let their quantum ghosts resist the Trimaran Fleet. You think that they are invincible, because the destroyed fleet cannot be destroyed again, and those who are already dead cannot die again. ”

The butcher's knife fell, and Taylor remained silent, but he was mentally disfigured.

"Therefore, the spirit of self-sacrifice you seek is not to be carried forward in the war against the Lord, but to ensure that the quantum ghosts of those space soldiers who are killed by their fellow humans will still be able to endure the humiliation and continue to fulfill the mission that should have been accomplished by the living ones after they are killed by their fellow human beings.

You didn't originally plan a final surprise attack on your main fleet, and you wanted the Space Warriors to voluntarily transform into a quantum state with their ships with the help of macroatoms. But after traveling the world, you are completely disillusioned with the dedication of modern humanity, and this extreme strategic plan is born.

Imagine that after the attack, as long as one part of the Quantum Fleet is able to fight, and the rest are not hostile to humanity, victory is also promising. But I don't think it's very promising, you're taking a big risk. However, according to the principle of the wall-facing plan, in this war, it is the adventure that is the safest. ”

"Frankly, Mr. Taylor, you are not qualified as a wall-facer. In the realm of strategic deception, the Normandy landings were your last glory, and later, the great power of Eagle Sauce caused its leaders to lose many things, including the subtlety and treachery needed for war strategy, because you no longer need them.

This ability cannot be restored when faced with an enemy who is stronger than you, and your strategy lacks twists and turns, misdirection, and deception traps, and is too straightforward, so you are the first to be breached. ”

Taylor wanted to say something, but the Adam's apple moved and didn't say it.

"But, Mr. Taylor, you are not useless, and you have struck me by one thing: you have resolutely abandoned the moral bedrock of modern society, and you have remained steadfast throughout your actions. It's not easy, I admire, but at the same time I want to remind you: you are murdering. ”

The wallbreaker turned from the window, his pale and sickly face flushed with energy, and he opened his arms to Taylor, "Alright, I'm done, Mr. Taylor, call someone." ”

Taylor finally uttered a word: "You go." When he said this, his mouth did not seem to move, and his face remained like a stone statue.

The wall-breaker bent down and waved his top hat in an old-fashioned salute, "Thank you, sir, thank you for giving me the second half of my life, and for the rest of my life, I will continue to recall today's happiness, goodbye." ”

When the wallbreaker opened the door, Taylor asked in a stiff voice, "If what you say is true, so what?" ”

The wallbreaker turned around and showed the tenderness and thoughtfulness of the executioner again, "It's not going to be good, Mr. Taylor, it doesn't matter if the Blue Star Fleet is in a collapsed state or a quantum state, whether the human space warriors are living or quantum ghosts, the Lord doesn't care. ”

Taylor sat weakly on the couch, the whole person lost his old spirit, he was broken, he failed......