Apocalyptic black technology system

"The Shinkyo Fleet... is gone."

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

In Kyoto, in the battle room, some were silent, some were scolding the fugitive Shinkyo fleet, some sighed, 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 terrible future, has caused many big people to change their colors, and even a little messed up like ordinary people.

The more you understand, the more you understand how dark the road ahead is.

At this moment, even the top officials are somewhat left out.

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

"Your Excellency, the first important person, it is true. It has been fully confirmed. The third battle group of the Xinjing Fleet is to delay the prolonged pursuit of the entire army. The commander of the third battle group Qiao Xiangchen and more than a thousand people are in the neighboring star fleet. Under the intensive artillery fire, all were killed and no bones existed. The three battle groups of the Shinkyo Fleet headed by Commander Su Ran, including several transport planes that took off, a total of 29 warships have all entered the transition and left the solar system. I have severed all contact with us, and now I don’t know where it is. It’s already a fact that the Shinkyo Fleet has fleeed in a disastrous manner. The only thing the Shinkyo Fleet left behind is a string of messages sent to the Proxima Fleet before entering the transition channel. ."

There was a loud noise.

Li Jianbang was not standing still and almost fell to the ground, but Jin Siyuan, who was standing next to him, reached out in time to give him a hand.

But under Jin Siyuan’s gaze, he could clearly perceive that in such a short period of time, this originally very awkward Chinese power center controller seemed to be twenty years old. It's unstable.

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

Li Jianbang helped his Jin Siyuan and nodded, and asked, "What is the message? What is the last message sent by the Xinjing Fleet to the Proxima Fleet?"

"Dead races, extinction, monstrous hatred, no matter where our Xinjing fleet goes, no matter where it goes, whether it is alive or a ghost, we will always remember this day, for generations to come, just for Returning to the homeland, snowing this blood and hatred!" The intelligence officer read these words after considering his tone.

And hearing this, some people in the room fell into deep thought, some smiled, and some patted the table, even forgetting that the first important person is still here: "What does this mean? Has the Xinjing fleet acquiesced that our earth is finished? Su? But does he really want to watch the nearly one billion people remaining on the planet be 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 important member said: "What are you looking at? The Xinjing fleet is running well, and the matter is over. Will they not run and stay for our funeral? And this threat is not only for the Proximity Star Fleet to hear, but also for We heard that the earth will not perish. One billion people may die 70%, 80%, or even 90%, but this is not the moment when the dead race is extinct. Look up at the sky, Proxima Centauri still has a battleship frozen in space. , The Xinjing fleet is still wandering. As long as the Proxima Star fleet does not solve the troubles on the earth for a moment, and does not find and annihilate the Xinjing fleet, they will never be able to launch a devastating blow to the planet under our feet. We, too There will always be a leeway for turning around."

"This... what does this mean?"

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

This time, Jin Siyuan answered. He smiled and slowly said, "Because the Proxima Star fleet is here today in such a battle, it is for the dead race to exterminate us, and to exterminate us forever."

Listening to these words, many people began to show the color of enlightenment, and some people were still in a panic and still couldn't understand.

But the first important person had already turned around and stood in front of everyone again, but his figure became more and more exhausted.

Because, in any case, the suffering of this planet and the death of thousands of innocent people will become inevitable.

"Next, I will give an order."

As the old man spoke slowly, the doubtful and enlightened people all stopped and looked at him respectfully.

"Record what I said next, and then, before the destruction comes, I want these words to be transmitted to every corner of the planet and every survivor.

The old man took a step, came to the window, and looked towards the sky with his hands on his back.

Fireworks are in full bloom in the sky—that is, the Proxima Fleet is "removing" the satellite array of the planetary defense system one by one.

Behind him, the recorder and staff were opening the device.

The old man's voice was slowly ringing.

"Today is destined to be a sad day.

"Because the Shinkyo Fleet was defeated and mankind was defeated, North America has even sunk.

"Many people die, many countries die.

"The enemy is still hanging high in the sky.

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

"But... please, everyone who is still alive take a good look, look at the living yourself, look at the people around you who are still alive.

"Yes, there are too many people dying today, and there will only be more people dying tomorrow and in the future, but if you can live and there are still people alive, mankind will not perish.

"The Proximity Stars want us to extinct our race, but why should we do so?

"Dead races, extinction, monstrous hatred, no matter where our Xinjing fleet goes, no matter where it goes, whether it is alive or a ghost, we will always remember this day, for generations to come, just for Return to homeland, snow this blood hate.

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

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

"China will do its best to fight the Proximity Star fleet, save every life, and live with all its strength.

"The catastrophe has arrived, and the building will fall.

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

"——We are all human beings.

"An inch of mountain and river and an inch of blood.

"Have loess and soul.

"As long as mankind is not killed to death, we will stay in our homeland forever.

"We want to let the Proxima fleet know.

"As long as they cannot really exterminate our dead race in one day, this eternal blood feud will never be extinguished."

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Proximity Star Wars was defeated and Qiao Xiangchen died. I don’t know if I will leave the readers, but I have carefully considered this episode. No matter from any angle, the Shinkyo Fleet at this stage cannot beat the Proximity Star Fleet. Since it's an interstellar war, it seems really meaningless to push the Invincible Stream horizontally. The kind of protagonist that everyone writes about the rise of the earth, silly kills a super civilization. The whole universe is shocked. The 4D and 5D civilization is no different from the 3D. The same... I can actually write that way, but I still didn't do that. Although our book is a half-cool text and more brainless, there should always be a plot.I am also an author, and I have been writing for a long time. Maybe the writing is still very good, but I will work hard; maybe I will be an 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 conceived by me patted my head instead of patted my ass.After the Battle of Proxima Centauri, I originally wanted to write a volume of Wanderers and a volume of Return to Homeland. It might be better in the plot spreading, but...now the results are really hard to say, alas...please ask for a genuine subscription.