The cold wind is howling!

As the poignant air defense sirens sounded, in the sky above Jiangcheng, one after another star warships launched annihilation-class attacks towards the ground!

Time.

The huge river city turned into a sea of smoke and gunpowder.

Countless people have completely disappeared in this laser artillery!

The last city.

This is, the last city...

Shen Feng was wearing battle armor and carrying a black password suitcase in his hand, he stood on top of the huge wall that surrounded the city, calmly swept all the things in front of him, and couldn't help but smile miserably as he looked at the artillery fire coming from all directions.

"In 1977, the 'Rammer 1' probe carrying the coordinates of human civilization was launched, and it flew into deep space with the good wishes of mankind..."

"In Anpoch 2035, Manker 1 entered a state of accelerated curvature for unknown reasons, and then the signal was lost from the solar system."

"Until the year 2060, disaster struck...

The alien civilization that obtained the coordinates of the Blue Star launched a genome war against the human race, and we were defeated. ”

Shen Feng smiled, in the past few decades, the countries of the Blue Star have formed a human alliance to unite and fight bravely to resist attacks, during which countless genetic powerhouses have been born, and they can defend a continent. However, the technology was too backward, and finally chose to negotiate an armistice and cede land and sacrifice people!

But, it's all just a conspiracy!

Less than a year after the armistice, plankton creatures have launched a full-scale attack again, and the base cities of the Human Alliance have fallen one after another, and countless strong men have died on the battlefield until today......

As the last remaining base city in Kyushu, Jiangcheng has fallen!

'Click! ’

Shen Feng opened the black password suitcase in his hand and took out the controller inside, which was the last means of resistance for human beings.

"Now, it's January 1st, 2123, and I'm Shen Feng, the city lord of Jiangcheng Base City. Hereon... I will light the last ray of light on behalf of humanity, and it will be ours...

"The last dance!"

On top of the giant wall, facing the laser cannons of the giant ships in the sky, Shen Feng closed his eyes slightly and opened his hands.

Then press the red button!

This moment.

In the deep mountains of western Kyushu, on the distant Gobi Desert, in the territory of the Northern Bear Country, the territory of the Western Union, and the territory of the Mijian Country! Dozens of countries have opened nuclear weapons silos one by one, and the tail of rockets carrying super-large yield warheads erupts into flames and soars into the sky!

penetrated the atmosphere.

Draw arcs in the air!

This is the last bloom of art that belongs to human civilization!

......

Click!

2118, end of December.

A cold wind was blowing.

Kyushu Nakakai Base City.

On the way from the entrance to the city gate, military vehicles drove in and then stopped.

The fighters who came down from above stood on both sides with guns and serious expressions.

Along the main road of the road, there are thousands of empty alleys on the streets, all the people are sad, and the city exudes a sad atmosphere!

Subsequently.

From outside the city gates, eight soldiers carried a coffin and walked into the city under the sad gaze of everyone.

"Salute all!"

'Qin Wu', the city lord of Zhonghai Base City, wearing black battle armor, stood at the front and shouted solemnly.

Countless people bent down and bowed at this moment!

The gun-wielding warriors on both sides raised the steel guns in their hands and pointed them towards the sky and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Twelve gunshots rang out in succession, paying tribute to the martyrs who died in this battle!

In the crowd, Shen Feng looked at all this around him in a trance, and he couldn't be more familiar with the scene in front of him. Isn't this when he was still at Zhonghai University, he participated in the memorial ceremony for the return of the warlord-level powerhouse and the deputy city lord of Zhonghai 'Mengcheng'?

The pearl of the East China Sea that has not yet been destroyed by the laser cannon, the familiar classmates around him, the sky without the warships of all races...

"I'm back before the Great War?"

Shen Feng's heart trembled, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

I was reborn!

"Meng Cheng, the deputy city lord of Zhonghai Base City, a king-level powerhouse, led a team on a mission on December 30, 2118, and died in the battle on Pole Island in the East China Sea. The cause of death was that he did not want to be captured, and he turned on the hidden energy of the armor to explode himself, and he was only thirty-four years old! ”

Shen Feng's voice was heavy, every battle king-level powerhouse was the incomparably precious mainstay of the country, enough to guard the powerhouses of a base city!

Therefore, the death of a war king should be a moment of mourning for the whole country!

Facing the coffin lifted by the eight soldiers, Shen Feng instinctively raised his hand and saluted!

They are the heroes of Kyushu, the heroes of humanity!

Later, a coffin told the people of Zhonghai City how cruel the battle of the East China Sea Pole Island was.

Hundreds of coffins were carried on the shoulders of the soldiers and walked into the city!

Countless soldiers and people were angry and mourned! Even the body is trembling.

"Dog's alien race, sooner or later I will become a soldier and slaughter those beasts!"

"Why, why don't you let us fight, is it just like this that our hero is sent to die in vain?"

"I swear, this time I will be admitted to the military martial arts department, and I will become an advance soldier in the future to take revenge!"

Around Shen Feng, those college classmates who came to mourn the martyrs together were all roaring angrily.

Kill the alien race and avenge the blood!

In the face of the alien 'floating body civilization' with advanced technology and terrifying combat power, none of these hot-blooded young people were afraid, but every defeat and sacrifice stimulated the blood in their bones even more!

Only solve the battlefield and die for the country, why should the horse leather shroud be returned!

Shen Feng looked at them, the corners of his mouth raised a smile slightly, it was precisely because of such a group of people that Kyushu became the only country that held out to the end in the big war in his previous life.

...

At this time.

The coffins of the martyrs who died on the front line entered the city one after another, and under the mourning of millions of people, they returned to their homes.

"It's snowing..."

When people looked up, they saw that at some point there were patches of snow falling, staining the coffin white.

Shen Feng looked at the sky, stretched out his palm, and let the snowflakes fall in his palm.

"This time, I will not let you die in vain..."

"This time, I will make my Kyushu mountains and rivers stand tall!"

...

After the memorial service ends.

Shen Feng and other students from Zhonghai University have returned to school one after another.

Since the catastrophe of the year 2060 and the outbreak of the genome war, the education system of mankind has undergone great changes, and all disciplines are born for war!

After 12 years of basic knowledge and physical training, students will be admitted to the university and will study in different subjects in the first year of admission.

Freshmen can choose to enter the military academy, which is commonly known as 'martial arts', and become an officer commanding the battlefield or a powerful genetic warrior!

Or choose to enter a general college of liberal arts, and become a researcher, scholar and businessman in the rear of the battlefield in the future, or... The lowest and poorest ordinary people of this era.

However, often the new students who enter the school every year will participate in the martial arts assessment with enthusiasm, because as long as they pass the assessment, they can obtain the genetic medicine distributed by the state and have the opportunity to become a martial artist.

Unless those who do not pass, or those who fail to open the genetic lock after taking the medicine, they will be forced to choose liberal arts.

So the liberal arts system, in this tragic era of war, to some extent, represents... Disgrace!