doomsday lamb

Shashi Orphanage, Langhua Dormitory and Cottage.

The current time is 2273, two full years away from the day when the disaster struck in Lang Hua's memory.

As more and more sweat dripped from his forehead, his physical strength gradually reached its limit.

Lang Hua took a deep breath and ended today's physical training.

It was late at night, but he lay in bed and couldn't sleep.

It was two years before the catastrophe, and Lang Hua was still a thin, dark boy only 14 years old.

Half a month has passed since that strange return or rebirth, but Lang Hua's thoughts have always been immersed in a kind of spiritual haze.

After the day of the group fight, many things happened, which completely corresponded to what Lang Hua called "memories of past lives."

But he still can't tell many things, including whether he is still alive, and whether the world he is experiencing now is real or false.

Even though he had been with Brother Zhang for a long time at the Tashan base due to his rotation, Lang Hua was still confused about the time and space theory of Lao Shizi. He could only keep doing it, keep working hard, and go all out in fear.

He didn't want to regret it in the future, he was scared and had enough of the regrets he had had.

The strange headaches and nosebleeds no longer occurred, but Lang Hua fell into frequent insomnia.

Even after exhausting all his energy, he would often keep his eyes open until dawn.

Every time he closed his eyes, his ears seemed to have never stopped. Intensive gunshots, thundering cannons, desperate cries, angry roars, and miserable screams...

And every time he closed his eyes, his vision became clearer.

Li Yishan's bloodthirsty red eyes after his consciousness was controlled, Xiao Heizi's expression when a bullet pierced his chest, Chen Xinyan's cold and defeated face behind the isolation door, and Zhang Cheng's last laugh and roar... all of this

It shocked Lang Hua's mind, made him trance-like, confused, and caused him to suffer continuous torture.

He couldn't accept the fact that those people were dead, he wanted to change, he wanted to save, and he wanted to use every possibility.

He couldn't afford to lose, and he knew he couldn't afford to lose again.

Finally, he must have been tired from the torture. Lang Hua's tense body relaxed in a daze. There seemed to be a slight snore and the sound of his comrades turning over in his ears. This sound from the depths of his memory finally gave Lang Hua the last breath.

One blow.

“It’s so reassuring.”

Did I ever join such a warm family and team? In the early days of joining the army, I was in the Second Company of the Fifth Battalion that haunted me. Although, it was still torn apart after a total defeat.

I'm really...unwilling.

——

There was a crisp "ding-a-ling" sound, and Lang Hua suddenly turned over and half-crouched at the foot of the bed. He held a small knife beside the pillow tightly in his hand and looked around cautiously.

It turned out to be an alarm clock.

Lang Hua stole it from the bedroom of a male caregiver and used it to control his time.

Even if it's early

He had been living for two whole years, and he never thought that the time at this moment was sufficient.

People don't know what they are going to face.

Otherwise, they will also collapse.

I heard Captain Yang say that there is a lot of luck in the fact that humans have become the masters of the earth today.

We were once one of them, but fortunately we firmly grasped the opportunities that followed. We lived in caves underground to avoid disasters, we began to use tools and make tools, we began to learn knowledge and create

Civilization, we have survived species extinction, ice ages, human civil wars... and finally, we have stood proudly at the pinnacle of the entire planet.

But this does not mean that we can always enjoy God’s favor.

Why must the human race be God's favorite? God does not exist. We can go through so many ups and downs just because of ourselves. But nothing is eternal. This does not conform to probability theory, but it conforms to many people's expectations.

psychological expectations.

During the period of human prosperity, we will intentionally or unintentionally eliminate the possibility of the emergence of equally intelligent species.

Humans occupy a large amount of resource space, and evolution is inherently a competition for resources.

We suppress them, we influence them, we make them stand still and serve us, and we make them our property and resources. And the longer they support us, the stronger we become and the more difficult our position becomes.

Be shaken.

This was once our confidence. But what if changes occur that are beyond the scope of human capabilities?

No matter how stable the pyramid is, it is not immune to collapse!

The beginning of the apocalypse in two years will give all species a chance to mutate and evolve. Humanity lost the opportunity in the last life, and Lang Hua does not want to make the same mistake again this time.

"The End Times" is just what we losers and victims call it.

For species that have quickly adapted to this change, it is enough to call this new era a "divine revelation."

This will be an opportunity for all biological individuals and biological groups. If you seize it, you will be able to make great progress. If you are late, you will be in the abyss.

According to Lang Hua's past life memories, what else can the loser do besides changing the AD calendar to the disaster calendar?

Was he cut into pieces and cleaned up under the butcher's knife, or was he hiding in a corner and counting the passing years with the chronology of disasters?

"Although my servant is cowardly and wants to survive, he still knows how to leave."

But what Lang Hua knows is that only those who can finally pass on the flames of civilization are alive. As for the losers, no one will remember them.

Those who are mediocre and incompetent will sooner or later be stepped on.

I think we've been comfortable for too long.

We thought we could handle everything.

We live in an efficient society with a clear division of labor, which can speed up the development of civilization, but it has no power to fight back in a crisis of the level of civilization annihilation.

Mathematics and literature may not be of much use in the apocalypse, but as a qualified professional warrior in the apocalypse

, but it is absolutely impossible not to fully understand the new world after the disaster from the basic theoretical stage.

Taking practical science, combat literacy, and survival skills as the three first-level subjects after the war was General Yang’s military training philosophy. Many of his lower-level soldiers at the time benefited from this, including Lang Hua.

This will be a battle for the survival of the race. We need more all-round warriors. We just need the final victory.

Moreover, there are still those behind the scenes who are watching.

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"It's a catastrophe, so how could it be so simple?" Lang Hua rubbed his frown and continued to browse the replies on the forum.

"What's going on?" As the mouse scrolled, Lang Hua's face became even more ugly.

As early as the third day after his return, Lang Hua found an opportunity to sneak into the dean's office and put the news of the impending disaster on many online forums. He originally hoped that people would be alert and prepared, but

Now it seems that the effect is not ideal.

Thousands of replies slowly entered Lang Hua's field of vision.

"Hahaha, I believe you. Where did you find this liar?"

"In what age do people still believe in 'the end of the world'?"

"Master, if you say so, do you have any evidence?"

"That's right, I agree with you upstairs. If you want everyone to believe it, just provide evidence!"

"Master, it's wrong for you to spread rumors and cause trouble like this..."

…

There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and Lang Hua immediately closed the computer, turned over and hid under the table in the corner.

"Eh? This old computer is a little hot. Is it time to replace it? Ask Xiao Zhou to replace it with a new one. Anyway, there is a lot of money allocated by the city."

Hearing the footsteps of the bald dean gradually walking away, Lang Hua walked out of the corner.

"Bah, this old bald man."

Lang Hua still thinks too simply. His thinking is still in a post-catastrophic state, and it will naturally not be effective to ask people now according to the standards of the apocalypse.

The biggest lesson that mankind has learned from history is that mankind will not learn any lessons from history.

The ancients really did not deceive me.

Lang Hua should have thought of it.

Enlightenment often only occurs after a large-scale event breaks out.

However, the sense of crisis can gradually disappear after living in a peaceful and peaceful place for a long time.

Now he needs to change positions and think about himself as an ordinary person.

"It seems that the current task should be to get a new identity for myself, so that there will be no obstacles in the future layout."

Lang Hua already had a target. He had paid attention to it when he sneaked into the dean's office before. In the near future, a middle-aged childless couple would come to adopt a child.

Although they seem to be just working-class people, they are enough for Lang Hua's first step plan.

He has never had many opportunities to choose, whether in his previous life or now after rebirth.

After all, there isn't much time left for him.