Chapter 21 twenty

April 2020. In the first spring after the war, I walked on the half-collapsed Nanjing West Road, looking at this city that had just risen from the ground. The war correspondent concluded in a sad yet gratifying tone that in the first interstellar war that lasted 14 years, it was not Newton's gravitation that supported the earth's weight of 60 trillion tons, but love and hope. Yes, love and hope, apart from such illusory reasons, even a person like me who has personally fought against predators on the front line cannot explain how human beings can survive those long fourteen years.

Not many people survived, and the army suffered particularly heavy losses. The US military planted 1.35 million white crosses on the beaches of San Francisco, with ten names written on each cross. But Erzhu miraculously picked up a life and came back. Erzhu is really a legend.Because he encountered a high air flow during the descent, which took him 60 kilometers eastward, he did not land on the surface of the bubble defense, but hung on an old tree for 24 hours until the ground The rescue team came.I have seen his potential for a long time. I used to join forces with him and flatten all the forces of Big Pig and Erzhu. After all the troops, I still couldn’t end the game, because Erzhu still hid a few farmers in unknown corners. Desperately sawing logs to cover the town center.He is a cockroach.

In the second month after I arrived at the Lanzhou base, he walked in and put a roster on my desk. On the cover of the roster was written "Plan S Death List". I'm not a fool, and I heard something in his silence. I picked up the thick stack of bound lists, and quickly turned to the L section. Lin Lan's name and the names of many people were densely arranged together.I have forgotten what I was thinking at that time, I remember I looked at the name for five minutes, as if I would never see these two square characters again in my life.Then I lightly touched the paper with the two square characters with my fingertips, put down the list and walked out.

When Erzhu found me, I leaned against the wall outside the bunker and looked at the sky. "Aren't you sad?" Erzhu handed me a cigarette, but he didn't smoke it himself. "It's okay, but I think it's about the same." Then Erzhu and I didn't talk anymore, I finished smoking that cigarette under the moonlight, and later I knew that it was the last Zhongnanhai that Erzhu brought out in the pocket of his flight suit. The next day I signed all the relevant paperwork to join active duty. Yang Jiannan also died. Three months after Lin Lan, while covering the withdrawal of the last group of residents from the underground passage, he was attacked by a predator team.He asked the political commissar to take the residents away, and he and a squad of soldiers blocked the predators with shoulder-fired missiles and anti-tank guns.Although I dislike Yang Jiannan so much that I even hate the name Shijiazhuang Army Academy, I have to say that he is the Superstar of soldiers.

I was able to survive just in time for the first time the fermi particle cannon in Beijing Fortress was activated.The huge gun mount rose from the ground, and the launch end of the triple mount made a burst of fire at a distance of 1,200 kilometers. Just when I thought I was going to die, a milky white beam of light flew across the sky, destroying the three predators in front of me with three extremely precise bursts.Then the beam of light suddenly grew larger and became extremely dazzling, piercing through the secondary mothership that had been hanging above me. The third of the ultra-technological weapons left by the Alpha civilization has finally entered the battlefield, and this is also the first weapon that can truly threaten the Delta civilization, apart from the restraint field artillery as a deterrent force. IBM is the manufacturer of this weapon. The president of IBM officially declared that they sold their personal computer business to Lenovo in order to mobilize more technical forces to work on assembling these particle cannon suits.As early as April 2006, the first Fermi particle cannon was successfully tested. Over the past 13 years, IBM has assembled more than 3,500 triple Fermi particle cannons.There was a time when the milky-white light beam drawn by this thing flew over the entire earth, across the entire continent to perform long-distance tactics such as Beijing supporting Toronto or Tokyo shelling London.

Then the whole era began to change, and all kinds of things that I thought were only in science fiction novels rose to the ground or flew into the sky: the V-series fighter code-named "Valkyrie", the "Super Cross" "The first-generation space carrier, the space nuclear weapon family code-named "Samson"...I am surprised that these seemingly slow-moving politicians have put a new generation of military personnel fully equipped before we know it. The equipment warehouse is hidden underground. In the end, it was the return of the Alpha civilization that finally allowed us to overcome. The heavy artillery bombardment that was 3.42 light-years away seemed like a thousand suns burning in space in an instant.The motherships of the Alpha Civilization Navigator Fleet fired their main guns, and the artillery fire obliquely cut into the solar system from near the orbit of the moon, forming an angle of 35.2 degrees with the orbital plane of the nine planets.Accurately run through the longest axis of the Delta civilization mothership.

That moment was really beautiful. The mothership of the Delta civilization seemed to be a flower blooming in the sun, but it withered so quickly.Sixteen seconds after that blaze of gunfire went out, it all fell apart, falling to dust.The space shuttle launched to explore afterwards collected only a tiny amount of dust.This is the coercion brought by advanced technology that is an era ahead.The United Nations General Assembly, which was held urgently afterwards, decided to accept all the conditions proposed by the Alpha civilization on the premise of peace and maintaining the continuation of mankind.

But the Alpha civilization did not come.It was just a rumor that was 3.42 light-years away, and that huge space fleet turned around and went away, and they were still far away from each other. Why do they help humans?And why did you leave quietly?It's always been a mystery. My current military rank is Lieutenant General, a technical cadre of the Chinese Outer Space Defense Column. My greatest contribution is to come up with a new and more precise balance calculation model. In order to make this model work, we collected almost all Cell chips in the world, dismantled countless PS3s, and then assembled them under the Taklamakan desert. It has become a supercomputer covering an area of ​​250 hectares, and each substrate is filled with Cell chips.This calculation has only one effect, that is, when Alpha Civilization is firing its main guns, all the defensive fields are instantly activated to the maximum extent, and a bubble structure about 2000 meters away from the surface of the earth is formed on the outer surface of the earth.This defensive bubble lasted for 32 seconds, just enough to survive the bombardment of the main artillery, otherwise even its aftermath would be enough to melt the ground on the side near it.

I became famous because of this. When journalists asked to interview the technical elite of the army, because of the Peking University graduates and that successful calculation, the superiors pushed me out.The young man who interviewed me was very excited, he repeatedly shook my hand and said that you saved mankind. Half a month later, I saw the news on the Internet. The headline reads like this - "Remember 'Bubble King' Jiang Yang and his defensive force field". "Picking king?" I called and asked him, "The king of picking up girls?" The lad was a little embarrassed by me.

But thanks to his article, I have become very famous now, and occasionally someone will come to ask me for an autograph when I walk on the street.My superior said that I should assign two guards for me, but I shirked it, saying that even if there are still remnants of the Delta civilization, it seems that they will not send any spies to the earth to carry out assassinations.Besides, the war is over, we don't need a guy who can count bubbles anymore. After all, my mother was right, I am not a diamond kingpin at all, all I will do in my life is make bubbles. And every single one of those bubbles burst.

I walked past the front door of Shanghai Film City, and saw workers painting a giant seven-meter-high poster, from top to bottom, just halfway through, and the title revealed was the word "Bailong".Even the movie theaters are about to open. It's really a peaceful age. My office is on the 7th floor of Westgate Plaza. The former US Consulate was temporarily requisitioned by the army. Because the network settings are relatively complete, and the location is in the city center, it is easier to dispatch to solve emergencies.The original CITIC Pacific Plaza was just across from me, and it is now in ruins, its steel structure snapped within 5 minutes of my takeoff. I always lean against the window and look at the ruins marked 1 below, and the ruins number 0 refers to the Jinmao Tower.When I look at it like this now, my mind is not as turbulent as it was when I was young. I like to look at these things just because they are familiar. When I was about to enter the office, someone called: "General Jiang." I really hate this title, it's like "General", if you want to command my army, you will, and there is a duplication of voices.But I can't help it, it's my assistant calling me. Now at the door of my office, there is a young girl sitting decently, wearing a new military uniform with a skirt that is 20 centimeters short to her knees.I also participated in the standard-setting meeting of the new military uniform. In fact, I am usually a very mediocre technical cadre, but that time because I chose the one with the shortest skirt, as a senior officer, it was regarded as an outrageous thing. The generals watched for a while with scrutiny. But in the end it was really my choice of a summer dress that was officially recognized as women's military uniform.Later I found out that Liang Kang was actually in charge of this project, so everything seemed not surprising. Liang Kang happily called me and said that his father-in-law is the head of the Military Supplies Department. It is said that he has settled the case of the military uniforms and will hand over all the quilts for the entire army to him.I want to ask if that old guy is Dai Dai's father?Or Zhen Zhen, Ai Ai, Lian Lian and other messy things?But I didn't ask, I smiled and said I was rich and invited me to dinner. "Chief, you have some things brought over." The assistant said. "what?" "Your previous military ID, wallet, cell phone, keys, etc." "How can there be these things?" "Last week they cleaned up the ruins of Pudong Airport. It is well protected and will be put into use soon. I found your sealed things in the storage box there." "Sounds perfect." I absent-mindedly took the cardboard box my assistant handed me over. I closed the door of the office, cut the seal on the carton with a utility knife, and took out the old things from more than ten years ago one by one. It is said that the black market is now frying the old banknote collection, the rare version is quite valuable, I hurried to touch the thirty-six yuan and fifty cents I left in my wallet, and took out a handful of them and stuffed them in the book, maybe there is something real Editions are scarce.Then there is the mobile phone and the military ID card. The person in the photo looks really young, with raised eyebrows, rolling his eyes to look at the camera very bored and unwilling to be lonely. I smiled. I said, "Fucking little brat." The mobile phone has long been out of power, but fortunately the charger is also inside.There were 24 previous text messages in it. When I picked it up today, there was still something strange in my heart, and I couldn't explain it clearly.I charged the battery, turned on the phone, and hummed a song in a low voice. I was on the phone trying to tell my assistant that I wasn't going to the Navy's Rescue Volunteer Awards Ceremony tonight, when my cell phone rang. I froze for a moment, and suddenly remembered that the city has not stopped operating for 13 years. In fact, the underground nuclear power generators have been working all the time, as is China Mobile's cellular phone system. It was once called a dual-use communication tool for both military and civilian purposes. I put down the phone and picked up the phone. There is a new text message. "Jiang Yang, I won't call you anymore. Tomorrow at 1:45 pm, take the last shuttle. The ticket is in my locker, and the password is my birthday. I have already been assigned a task. At 4:45 pm, Shanghai sank." The date was written at the end of the text message: "July 15, 2006, 22:19." I sat there blankly, feeling something seeping out from the phone, like Medusa's eyes, she looked at me through more than ten years, I was petrified, I dare not move, I move If I do, I will collapse, and stone powder will fall from my body. After a few seconds, the phone thought again: "You have a new short message, your inbox is full, please delete unnecessary short messages first." I pressed those keys with trembling hands, and deleted the earliest short message, leaving the only vacant place. About a minute later, the phone rang again. I picked it up and pressed the button awkwardly to open a new text message: "Sleep well, good night." I left my phone there and sat with it for an hour and it never rang again. I don't remember how long it took, I took out a piece of paper and did a simple subtraction, it was twelve years, nine months and six days ago. This text message shuttled between China Mobile's signal stations, but could not find its destination, like a never-ending radio wave, traveling through an empty city.I imagined that in that city sleeping underground, that text message was an ethereal girl, and sometimes she would rise to the top of the bubble defense interface, watching the purple dahlias bloom through the transparent layer, Then she looked down at the deserted city; when the night came, the street lights were still turned on under program control, and she stood under the street lights, humming a song I couldn't understand. I couldn't help myself, I turned on my phone and started calling that number. A slightly deep and indifferent female voice: "Sorry, the subscriber you dialed is powered off, please try again later. Sorry, the subscriber you dialed is power off, please call later..." Power off...power off...power off... I walked out of my office and took the elevator downstairs, I couldn't hear anything, it was like there was a layer separating me from everyone around me.Only that voice repeated in my head over and over again: Power off...power off...power off... I strode out of the Westgate Square, the sun was shining on me, my hands were shaking a little, I took out the earphones and plugged them in, the songs stored in the memory card thirteen years ago were still there, I chose that one, Press down hard: "Frozen time, flowing language, In the black mist, there is a faint light. But through your eyes, you can't see the world clearly, The withering of flowers, in an instant. La-- You are frozen time, flowing language, In the black mist, there is a faint light. But through your eyes, you can't see the world clearly, The withering of flowers, in an instant, And the flowers bloomed yesterday. " I hummed the song and slowly started singing it.I took off my military uniform and put it on the steps and sat down.There are occasional people around me, all of whom are colleagues from the headquarters. They look at me curiously, but they don't say hello. In front of me is Nanjing West Road, half collapsed and half standing. Many young soldiers are cleaning up the ruins, and some of the remaining people have planted locust trees.These are still small trees, and maybe next year or the year after that they will bloom purple pagoda flowers. My nose is entwined with the thin fragrance of pagoda tree. It is like a thin thread, sticking to thirteen years ago, Now and the year after next year. A voice came: "General, are you singing such an old song?" Gao Nan, the senior colonel of the logistics department, stood behind me. He went down a step and sat next to me.He was holding a McDonald's paper bag in his hand. McDonald's has already repaired its original chain stores in Shanghai, and the first one opened on the ruins of the original CITIC Plaza. "Yeah, I can only sing some old songs." Gao Nan was munching on the burger next to me, the cucumber slices and lettuce rattled between the two slices of bread. I didn't want him to see my face, so I buried it slowly in my hands.