Apocalyptic Black Technology System

"The Xinjing Fleet... is gone."

"Damn, how could they escape?! How could they escape?!"

In Kyoto, in the war room, some people were silent, some were scolding the fleeing Xinjing Fleet, some sighed with their hands on their foreheads, and some were staring at the holographic global map, frowning and thinking about what to do next.

At this moment, the change of the situation, the almost foreseeable and terrifying future made many important people change color, and even lost their positions like ordinary people.

The more you know, the more you realize how dark the road ahead is.

At this moment, even the most important person was left out in the cold.

Li Jianbang was holding the intelligence officer beside him, staring at the other person's eyes, and asked again slowly: "Say it again..."

"Your Excellency First Officer, it is true. It has been fully confirmed. The third battle group of the Xinjing Fleet was wiped out in order to delay the pursuit of the Proxima Fleet. Under the intensive bombardment, all were killed in battle, and there were no bones left. The three battle groups of the remnant of the Xinjing Fleet headed by Commander Su Ran, including several transport planes that took off later, a total of 29 warships have all entered the transition and left the solar system. Cut off all contact with us, and now I don’t know where it is. It is a fact that the Xinjing Fleet failed miserably and fled. The only thing left by the Xinjing Fleet is a string of messages sent to the Proxima Centauri Fleet before entering the jump channel .”

There was a loud bang.

Li Jianbang was unsteady and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, Jin Siyuan, who was standing beside him, reached out his hand in time to help him.

However, under Jin Siyuan's gaze, he could clearly perceive that in such a short period of time, this originally hale and hearty controller of China's power center seemed to be twenty years old, standing still a little bit. Unsteady.

And the movement here finally brought everyone in the room back to their senses, and they all focused on Li Jianbang here.

Li Jianbang nodded at Jin Siyuan who was supporting him, and asked again: "What is the message? What was the last message that the Xinjing Fleet sent to the Proxima Fleet?"

"Death of the family, the hatred of the sky, no matter where our Xinjing fleet goes, no matter where it goes, whether it is a living person or a ghost who died as a ghost,

They will always remember this day, from generation to generation, just to return to their homeland and avenge their blood hatred! "The intelligence officer read out the words after considering his tone.

Hearing this, some people in the room fell into deep thought, some smiled, some patted the table, and even forgot that the first important person was still here: "What does this mean? Has the Xinjing Fleet already acquiesced that our earth is finished? Su But does he really want to watch the nearly one billion people left on Earth being massacred by the Proxima fleet?! What's the use of keeping this threat?"

However, at this moment, a hearty and excited applause suddenly sounded in the field.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Everyone looked over, but found that it was Li Jianbang.

The first official said: "What are you looking at? The Xinjing Fleet ran well, and the matter has come to an end. Don't they run away and stay to be buried with us? And this threat is not only for the Proxima Fleet, but also for the Proxima Fleet. We have heard that the earth will not perish, and 70%, 80% or even 90% of a billion people may die, but this is still not the moment of genocide. Look up at the sky, and there is still a warship frozen in space in Proxima Centauri , the Xinjing Fleet is still wandering, as long as the Proxima Centauri fleet does not solve the troubles on the earth, find and annihilate the Xinjing Fleet, they will never be able to launch a devastating blow to the planet under our feet, and we, too There will always be a slight wiggle room.”

"What... what does this mean?"

"Your Excellency First Officer, I don't quite understand, this..."

This time it was Jin Siyuan who answered. He smiled and said slowly: "Because, the Proxima fleet is here today in such a battle to exterminate our race and eliminate future troubles forever."

Listening to these words, many people began to show their comprehension, while some people were panicked and still couldn't understand.

But the Mr. No. 1 official has turned around and stood in front of everyone again, but his figure is becoming more and more tired.

Because, no matter what, the suffering of the planet and the death of thousands of innocent people will become inevitable.

"Next, I'm going to give an order."

As the old man opened his mouth slowly, those doubtful and enlightened people stopped talking and looked at him respectfully.

"Record what I say next, and then, before the destruction comes, I want it to reach every corner of the planet, every survivor.

The old man stepped forward and came to the window, looking up at the sky with his hands behind his back.

There are fireworks in full bloom in the sky-the Proxima fleet is "removing" the satellite arrays of the circumplanetary defense system one by one.

Behind him, the recording officer and staff were turning on the equipment.

And the voice of the old man was slowly ringing out.

"Today is destined to be a sad day.

"Because the Xinjing Fleet was defeated, humans were defeated, and North America even sank on land.

"Many people died, many countries perished.

"And the enemy still hangs high in the sky.

"That's not a god, it's just an extraterrestrial creature, but they are no different from invincible gods to us now.

"But... please, everyone who is still alive, take a good look, look at yourselves, look at those who are still alive around you.

"That's right, too many people died today, and more people will die tomorrow and in the future, but if you can live and there are still people alive, the human race will not perish.

"The Proxima people want us to perish, but why do we want to perish like this?

"The extermination of the clan and the hatred of the sky, no matter where our Xinjing Fleet goes, no matter where it goes, whether it is a living person or a ghost who died as a ghost, this day will always be remembered. Return to the homeland and avenge this blood hatred.

"This is the last message left by the Xinjing Fleet. They are still working hard. They have become homeless wanderers with bloody hatred, but we are still at home. Why can't we abandon our fear and take up arms? Defend our homeland?

"Starting today, I declare that China will have no borders, the earth is China; China is the earth.

"Huaxia will fight against the Proxima fleet with all its strength, save every life with all its strength, and survive with all its strength.

"The catastrophe is approaching, and the building will collapse.

"I hope that from today on, there will be no borders, races, or grievances on this planet; I hope that from today, you and we on this planet will only have one name.

"—we are all human beings.

"An inch of mountains and rivers is an inch of blood.

"One with the loess and one with the soul.

"As long as human beings are not killed, we will stay in our homeland forever.

"We need to let the Proxima fleet know.

"As long as they can't really wipe out our dead race for a day, this eternal blood feud will never be extinguished."

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Proxima was defeated in the battle, Qiao Xiangchen died in battle, I don’t know if he will leave the readers, but I have thought about this plot carefully, no matter from any angle, it is impossible for the Xinjing Fleet at this stage to beat the Proxima Fleet, and Since it’s Star Wars or something, it’s really meaningless to push the invincible flow horizontally. Everyone writes that the protagonist Earth rises and kills a super civilization in a daze. What’s shocking in the live broadcast of the entire universe, the four-dimensional and five-dimensional civilization is no different from the three-dimensional Same... Actually, I could write like this, but I still didn't do that. Although our book is considered half-hearted and relatively brainless, there should always be a plot. I am also an author, and I have been writing for many years. Maybe the writing is still very good, but I will work hard; maybe I will be a eunuch because I can’t make money. These are things that can’t be helped. I can only guarantee that every chapter and every plot I write is at least something I thought out by patting my head instead of patting my ass. After the battle of Proxima Centauri, I originally wanted to write a volume of wanderers and a volume of returning home, so the plot development may be better.