doomsday lamb

Thirteen years after the disaster, Nata Mountain Base Research Institute in the Central Plains War Zone.

The sound of "Tata's" leather shoes hitting the ground echoed in the corridor. After a few seconds, it was finally replaced by the sound of the plastic steel door opening and closing and dissipated.

As usual, Academician Zhang Cheng casually put on his white coat over his work shirt, navy blue trousers with few wrinkles, meticulous tie and leather boots. His consistent neatness gave people a feeling of being comfortable but not daring to make mistakes.

He closed the laboratory door with his backhand and smiled wryly at the young man half lying on the hospital bed.

The young officer lying in bed was Lang Hua, who was then the captain and commander of the garrison battalion of the Nata Mountain Scientific Research Base.

Perhaps the days of coma and bed rest had exhausted the young man's energy, and his face showed a pale color that was far from healthy.

The originally angular and rounded face has become thinner, the pair of light brown eyes under the sharp eyebrows are no longer bright and clear, and the pink and white cracked lips are half open, giving people an extremely haggard feeling.

Lang Hua looked back at the young academician in front of him and gradually began to laugh miserably: "They are going to attack?"

"It's coming soon. There are not many people alive on the defense line in front of the base." Zhang Cheng nodded, "Since the declaration of the 'ultimate battle' at the beginning of the year, we have been reluctant to resist until now."

"Oh, what a final battle." Lang Hua grinned, "What is the ultimate? One battle... will it turn into ashes in one battle?"

But Zhang Cheng couldn't laugh: "The committee probably hopes to be more heroic when declaring war on the verge of death."

"What's the point? What we want is victory, not fame in life or things in death. What's the use of glory when everyone is dead? It will disappear...it will be a matter of time sooner or later."

Lang Hua raised his face and added, but his voice had calmed down: "The so-called glory of mankind, I would rather exchange it for a bullet."

He stretched out his hand and opened his collar a little further.

During this period, Lang Hua always felt a sense of suffocation, as if a hand was holding his throat, which tightened as the death toll increased.

He knew that this feeling did not come from a physical level.

He also knew that those rough guys were willing to follow him because he believed that this would give them a way to survive.

Rather than burying these living lives on the battlefield one after another.

He knows, He always knows.

The feeling of suffocation suddenly intensified, and he could only gasp for breath. His voice sounded like a broken bellows in a blacksmith shop.

After a few breaths, the discomfort eased slightly.

"I didn't expect that after thirteen years of stubborn resistance, I ended up losing completely." Lang Hua finally said it, a little crying and a little discouraged, "Brother Zhang, I... am really unwilling to give up."

Zhang Cheng also raised his head and couldn't help but shed tears in his eyes: "Why do they want to harvest the fruits of our civilization and end the fruits of our evolution over hundreds of millions of years?"

"Maybe it's because they are stronger than us?"

Lang Hua pushed away the thin quilt on his body irritably, revealing a striped shirt that was wrinkled and uneven from wearing it for days.

He should have accepted this result long ago, but when this moment really came, he didn't expect to feel so sad and angry.

Lang Hua raised his head and asked reluctantly: "Where are the other continents? Those last bases."

What is he looking forward to?

A miracle happened, a major change, or was it a lie?

He wanted to laugh, but what came out was a more violent cough, as if his intestines and stomach were being smashed and vomited out of his throat.

Zhang Cheng walked up to him and patted his back gently.

After a few breaths, Lang Hua's condition calmed down.

"Brother Zhang, go on."

There is still a glimmer of hope in his eyes, like a flickering candle, erratic but real.

"It was ruined..." Zhang Cheng suddenly felt a little bitter and didn't know how to speak, but he still didn't want to hide it, "It was all ruined, just half an hour ago."

Perhaps a gust of cold wind blew by, and the light of the "candlelight" was extinguished in an instant, replaced by darkness.

Deep darkness, thick blackness, coldness, and emptiness.

"Where are Senator Qin and the others?" Lang Hua took a deep breath, raised his head and stared at him, "Why don't you organize the transfer?"

After all, he was once the top fighter of this base.

"Sir Dou," one sentence pierced the core of the matter.

But this is more like irritating Zhang Cheng's pain point.

"Run away." Zhang Cheng gasped and gritted his teeth and added, "Half an hour ago, the radio collapsed after hearing the last call. There was nothing we could do to stop him."

He couldn't help but mutter to himself: "How could we just give up like this... Once we admit defeat, we will only lose more completely."

Lang Hua could no longer hold back his anger and punched the edge of the bed.

But then he lowered his head again, and the voice that came out was cold: "Oh, does this scare their courage?"

"What else can be done? The Qin and Chen families have suffered heavy losses over the years and have been wiped out for a long time. How can they open their mouths if they are forced to fight to the death?" Zhang Cheng shook his head slightly, "Don't forget.

, that girl Xiao Wen is also there, Qin Chusheng always has to think about his sister."

"I know." Lang Hua turned his head away, and the anger in his voice immediately dissipated.

"That is, Song Laogou and the Zhou and Wang families who are affiliated with him." Zhang Cheng clenched his fists. "Not only are they running away fast, but they may also want to make some small moves like before."

But he immediately sneered again: "Hey, where can we run? The situation is over, we are just hanging on."

"They clearly want to annihilate us. We have reached this point, and we actually think that we can survive by giving up resistance and becoming slaves and dogs. Cough." Lang Hua tried hard to resist the urge to cough again, "These people

You really don’t have a long memory and you’re so stupid.”

"Why did the power of the resistance army fall into the hands of these cowards!" Zhang Cheng couldn't help but grit his teeth and said angrily like a child.

Lang Hua rubbed his collar, which had been bleached white, and gradually became a little distracted: "I really didn't expect that the Star Thieves would be so powerful when they launched a full-scale attack. In those places where we don't know, how many of them are there like this?"

A powerful means?"

"Hateful", Zhang Cheng slapped the table fiercely, "Five years, as long as you give me another five years, there will be a breakthrough in the research on the sub-machine and the initial improvement of the equipment is just around the corner! But now..."

Then both of them fell silent.

Yes, as long as there is more time, everything is possible. But the two of them know better that it was another breakthrough in the technological theory of the space-time dimension that led to a full-scale attack by the invaders.

The greater the stage of rapid progress, the more severe the blow from competitors will be.

This law also applies on the astronomical scale of the universe. How can the group of star thieves who have been deliberately planning for a long time give them enough time?

Lang Hua frowned and thought: "How is the effect at this stage?"

"I can't tell." Zhang Cheng sat not far away, stroking the equipment table gently as if he were a lover. "Who dares to draw a conclusion without experiments and calculations? The effect of time and space displacement is definitely there, but the success rate cannot be said.

Even if it succeeds, I’m afraid the time and space we finally arrive at are uncertain. And..."

"And?" Lang Hua seemed to hear something else.

The young academician chuckled: "This technology should have been used in the field of aerospace, or feed back basic physical science. Now the research during the war is a helpless move, and it is only superficial. Even if this kind of thing is further studied in accordance with the committee's wishes,

It cannot become a strategic-level precision strike weapon with the function of temporal and spatial displacement. At most, it can be developed into a weapon of mass destruction in advance, just like the dirty bombs and nuclear weapons that appeared two centuries ago."

"Isn't James from the North American Theater Branch of the Science League doing research in this area?"

"Yes. But as far as the current stage of the carrier machine is concerned, it is far from being able to be used to transport living organisms. The high-speed collision of particles increases the decay and radiation. No one can survive in such a level of space."

Lang Hua persisted and asked: "What if there is? I said if."

Zhang Cheng frowned: "He will definitely die within a month. Moreover," he pondered for a moment and patted the dashboard under his hand, "the quantum stage is most likely to be unstable, and it will definitely become a bomb with a huge yield by then.

.”

"What will happen?" Lang Hua tried to keep his voice calm, but an imperceptible light flashed in his eyes.

Zhang Cheng took a piece of paper and simply listed a few formulas before shaking his head and saying: "It's hard to say, but the entire Nata Mountain front will definitely be annihilated."

Gradually, the sound of gunfire outside the base gradually stopped.

The young academician hurriedly put down his paper and pen, looked at Lang Hua and said to him: "Hua Zi, I have said so much to you to let you understand that the prospects of this technology are correct, and we are not without hope. This storage device

It contains the results of my research in the International Science and Technology Alliance for more than ten years. Take it with you and find those who escaped!"

"No, Brother Zhang." Lang Hua shook his head and pushed away the integrated storage device handed over by Zhang Cheng: "If you go, I'll stop them for a while."

Zhang Cheng patted away the sleeve that was grabbed by Lang Hua and said with a smile: "Hua Zi, you are still injured and injured, how much more can you show in your combat power? Listen to me, there is a dark room underground in the southwest corner, and there is what you need in it.

Food, medicine and water. When you recover from your injuries, the enemy's large forces will have withdrawn, and then you can come out. Before that, don't act rashly."

Lang Hua struggled to get up, and his voice suddenly became hoarse: "Brother Zhang, what are you going to do?"

Zhang Cheng did not answer him, but continued to warn him solemnly: "Hua Zi, you know that I can't penetrate their layers of blockade with my skills. Remember my words, and come out after twenty days. If nothing can be done, you can

Hide far away. The earth is our home field, and there are always places where 'they' can't find it."

Finally, he said word for word: "Remember, you must stay alive."

The young academician took a step back, reached out and patted the hidden button hidden in the crack of the wall.

Suddenly, a thick glass isolation curtain wall rose between the two of them. The entire laboratory continued to tremble and slowly sank.

"Brother Zhang, open the door!" The young officer burst into tears, fell off the bed, threw himself at the isolation window and slapped him.

Even though he was ordered by Commander Yang to serve as the garrison commander in Nata Mountain for several years, he didn't even know that there was such a mechanism in the base!

"Open the door! Zhang Cheng, you bastard, open the door..."

Zhang Cheng also burst into tears and smiled: "It's useless. My heart was already dead from the moment Xinyan passed away."

He shook the white phosphorus incendiary bomb in his hand: "After being protected by you for so many years, it's time for me, Lao Zhang, to be a hero for once! Hahaha, let's go!"

"Brother Zhang", Lang Hua was stunned on the spot, seeing Zhang Cheng's fierce side for the first time.

The sound of leather boots hitting the ground echoed in the corridors, gradually becoming inaudible due to the sinking of the laboratory and the obstruction of nuclear-proof building materials.

A few seconds later, a faint roar came from the distance: "Beasts, please die!"

Then the entire base returned to silence amidst a few shrill "squeaking" monster screams.

There was a "click" sound.

Perhaps the entire laboratory had sunk to a suitable position, and the tremors all around stopped abruptly.

After the agency change, temporary voltage instability occurred in the laboratory.

Bright white lights flickered on and off, illuminating most corners of the room.

The overturned hospital bed, the scattered bedding, and the young man standing still and crying.

In the empty room, Lang Hua whispered to himself: "How is it possible to hand over Brother Zhang's hard work to those cowardly scum who escaped? The world is already like this, the fire of civilization will be extinguished, even if the storage device falls into the hands of these scum,

There will be no improvement at all. This information is a bargaining chip given by Brother Zhang to me to survive."

His eyes gradually became firm: "No, I might as well bet on the one-month time limit for death. Even if I fail, I will ask the murderers outside to bury me with me."

Lang Hua used his hands to support his upper body and dragged himself bit by bit towards the central platform of the mother-machine instrument.

Having spent time with Zhang Cheng day and night for several years, he himself also knows some simple operation methods.

"Calculating the time, the large forces of the Star Thieves should have advanced into our defense line. Then... let's get started."

Taking a deep breath, Lang Hua used all his strength to slowly turn the knob.

Charging, accelerating, colliding...

five minutes later.

"Ah!" Pain, boundless pain permeated Lang Hua's whole body, hurting his soul. Lang Hua's consciousness began to become chaotic, he was vaguely aware of the disintegration of his body, and felt that many pieces of information were implanted in the depths of his mind...

"Did you fail? I'm really...unwilling."

At that moment of his death, Lang Hua finally heard an explosion as he wished. Then his consciousness disappeared...