I Really Didn’t Want to Be the Savior Chapter 467: The head warrior is drifting away [5,000 words]

Chapter 469 The head warrior is drifting away [5000 words]

At this time, Chen Feng's talk work as a USB flash drive is coming to an end. He has written down all the people who should be remembered. Next, he will read a copy of the DF-711 fortress ship, Orton galaxy, and Xuanwu galaxy. , and a list of 100,000 top talents in various fields in the entire Morrowind Empire for a hundred years. He can definitely remember it, but he is not sure how many people he can bring to the next timeline.

Actually, some people may have existed from the very beginning, but Chen Feng didn't know it before, didn't know it, but when he suddenly knew it, he felt that it was his U-disk effect.

The U-disk effect may actually be an illusion, but it can neither be falsified nor verified.

For example, in the eighth timeline, Navilon, Benstar, Han Yu and others.

Perhaps these people were there before, in different important positions, but Chen Feng didn't know them, didn't remember them, and waited if they didn't exist.

This is still extreme idealism - what I see is what I see,

At this time, there were less than 100 people left in the square, which was already the essence of the Morrowind Empire.

There are many old acquaintances of Chen Feng in the crowd.

Now Lin Bu's military rank is supreme, second only to the marshal level in the order of military leaders, and he ranks last among the generals of the same level, which shows that he has a very high status in the army.

Lin Datou was about the same age as Chen Feng, but he was over a hundred years old at this time, and he still looked like a middle-aged man.

Compared with other military leaders, although Limbu's uniform is neat, his hair is messy and very disheveled.

Chen Feng thinks it makes sense to Lin Bu.

The country is easy to change and the nature is hard to change. Time does not make people stable, but only infinitely magnifies this person's paranoia.

This grand thief had a dissatisfied expression on his face at this time, probably still wanting to have a fight with himself, to see the means of the first human warrior who spanned multiple time lines.

Master Chen said that he was a little bored. This person is really bad. Anyway, you can't be my right...

Wait.

Chen Feng scanned Lin Bu's resume very quickly.

Well it's dazzling, it's cool, it's domineering.

Fanxing told Chen Feng before that since the outbreak of the war in 3020, many soldiers and commanders in the shadow galaxy went out and joined the battlefield.

Some rational people objected to this, and believed that the shadow galaxy should preserve its vitality as much as possible before waiting for Chen Feng.

But the opposition is invalid. The strategy of going out is almost unanimously approved in the military field, and no refutation is accepted.

The military has a good reason too.

Civilians in other regions of the Empire are using their territories and bodies to buy time for the Shadow System in exchange for information.

The compatriots outside are making huge sacrifices, and it is precisely because the people outside are working hard to attract the firepower of the compound eye army that the shadow galaxy can develop steadily.

Soldiers take war as their duty, and the shroud in horse leather is a glory and a destination.

While the importance of shadows is self-evident, we can't hide like a tortoise, watching someone die for us.

No one is more noble than another.

We can't just sit back and watch others charge ahead, just waiting to pick up the victories.

Our actions must be worthy of the sacrifices others make for us.

In addition, since we pride ourselves on being elite, can't we exchange more information than others?

Finally, warriors who have not been tested by blood and fire can only talk about soldiers on paper, so what qualifications do we have to use the top weapons made by condensing the essence of the power of all civilizations?

Without the trials of the battlefield, without the trials of life and death, even if we are given the best equipment, we will not be able to exert the combat power that the equipment should have. Wouldn't it be worthy of our ancestors, other warriors, and scientific researchers With the workers who make these gear?

These reasons are overwhelming.

Since then, military commanders and fighters have quietly walked out of the shadow galaxy, first using the imperial household registration system to select the participating star regions according to their preferences or randomly, giving themselves a pseudonym and identity of ordinary people, and then using the ordinary fighters And the identity of the junior commander haunts the major battlefields, and climbs up little by little.

In the past 100 years, the military personnel in the shadow galaxy have grown from old to young to nearly 130 billion people, of which 111 billion have gone out several times, and the total number of trips has reached Trillions of times.

Some people have achieved great success outside, and their titles have climbed up piece by piece.

Some people bury their bones in other places, and their heroic souls float in the deep space of the universe.

This operation did not gradually come to an end until 3118, when the compound eyes began to destroy the human stargate.

Among the nearly 20 billion people who never went out, some of them belonged to the garrison, and a very small number were like Ding Hu, for various reasons.

Brother Hu is hard to get promoted, and that's why.

Brother Hu wanted to go out and charge, but reality didn't allow it.

Among the 11 billion people who successfully went out and came back, there are about 30 billion people, and the other nearly 80 billion people have been buried with their comrades in other galaxies.

The price is heavy, but the reward is also great.

The 40 billion soldiers in the Shadow System now make up just over half of the system's population.

Forty billion soldiers, most of them are elites who have gone and returned.

Every soldier who has gone through the war and successfully returned to the shadow galaxy has seen the methods of the compound-eyes more or less, experienced the oppression of the compound-eyes on the battlefield, and has a good understanding of the various weapons of the enemy. palm, and engrave all kinds of coping methods into the depths of the soul.

When should I attack?

What is the most effective way to attack?

How to use the most effective means to block the massive impact of low-level weapons such as dragonflies and eight-legged beetles?

How to besiege and destroy the blade beetle with minimal cost?

How to successfully escape and retreat when locked by a prismatic ship?

When there is no way to escape, how to empty the ammunition in a very short time, and then quickly detonate the power compartment of one's own fighter...

On the space battlefield, whether it is a large warship or a small fighter plane, life and death are basically on the line.

Artificial intelligence can assist decision-making, assist in collecting information, and provide relatively comprehensive decision-making suggestions.

But machines are machines, and programs are programs, not people.

Programs don't make logical mistakes, but perfect logic isn't necessarily the best strategy on the battlefield.

And if anyone is stupid enough to entrust their life and death to artificial intelligence, reality will teach them a lesson.

The compound-eyed people who have already penetrated into the quantum network are waiting for the moment when these people are stupid.

In countless critical moments, people still need to make the final decision.

The time to think about a problem is often very short, only a few seconds long, and as short as a ten-thousandth of a second.

Thus, these battlefield experiences involve quick gut reflexes.

On paper, it's superficial, and intuitive responses are difficult to consolidate through training. Soldiers need to really put themselves into that kind of environment, and even more need actual combat.

All of these require on-the-spot observation and learning, personal experience time and time again, and continuous accumulation of intuitive reaction experience.

Each time you fight and survive, you have accumulated richer battlefield experience.

According to Chen Feng's past conception, when humans compete head-on with the compound-eye fleet, there is almost no possibility of escape.

Therefore, the most intuitive point of the progress he saw this time is that even if human beings only master the hypercurve motion twenty times the speed of light, they can still rely on strategic changes and massive forces to win for some people to escape time.

At least humans are no longer easily wiped out with every contact.

The various types of space fighters possessed by human beings with powerful performance make the compound-eyed dragonfly fighters and eight-legged beetles truly downgraded to cannon fodder.

Unless the blade beetle is dispatched, the human army can be easily wiped out.

Self-exploding flies and tortoise-shaped aircraft are new weapons developed by the compound-eyes to eliminate the endless supply of human fighters and other combat units.

These small units are very effective on the frontal battlefield, but they only win by quantity, and they can be stretched when they are used to pursue human fighters in a large area.

Today's human army, even if it still can't escape the Milky Way, can at least successfully evacuate the front line within the arm of Orion. next chance.

After the first batch of three-level main battle fleets including the Barnard Star Super Fleet were annihilated one after another, humans changed their combat strategy and no longer fought easily, but with a single shot. Steal a gun, and if you can't steal the gun, you will break it into pieces and run away with a group of people. It is commonly known as guerrilla warfare.

The reason why humans still have thousands of galaxy-level settlements until the war hit is because these galaxies have large industrial bases that can rapidly mass-produce ships, fighter jets, and space stations.

The people of the Empire want to hurry up and produce more ships for the army, scientific researchers, and survivors, and one more ship is not willing to evacuate.

Some human soldiers choose to live and die with these workers and scientific researchers, and they can also take away the newly produced new ships in time.

Before this, the vast majority of civilians had already been scattered around the Orion arm on various military and civilian ships, some were fleeing far away, some were looking for a place to lurk, waiting to be with him. The new ships rushing out of the war zone meet and meet, so the hope of escape is even greater.

The entire Orion's arm is like throwing a cannonball into a termite nest. Although the nest is destroyed after it explodes, the termites are scattered all over the place, just to save the fire.

Wait for the compound eyes to destroy the remaining thousand or so inhabited galaxies, first to completely wipe out all human beings in the Orion arm and the Milky Way, and to complete the finishing work, it will take at least a few hundred to as many as a thousand years .

We will no longer be easily wiped out.

We can extend the struggle to hundreds of thousands of years.

This is the progress of human beings as ants.

In short, Lu Xianfeng, Tang Tianxin, Gaius, Benstar, Xiaer and other commanders have participated more or less in the huge operation of the shadow galaxy to assist the external theater. Dozens and hundreds of battles.

Among them, Tang Tianxin has the most outstanding record, but Lu Xianfeng's pseudonym has the best external reputation and the fastest promotion.

This is also one of the reasons why Lu Xianfeng can be the first marshal.

As for the warriors, they are represented by Limbu, Maleh, O'Brien, Du Yuwen and others.

The warriors who went out and returned successfully were collectively referred to as the returning warriors, and they were all elites.

Of course not everyone is so lucky to survive the meat grinder battlefield, and sometimes it's a bit of luck.

Two well-known and talented warriors, such as Maleh and Du Yuwen, unfortunately perished in a particularly fierce battle.

Of all the homecoming fighters, Limbu had the best record.

Chen Feng can control the jumping armor to slaughter the blade beetles like slaughtering pigs. Lin Bu does not have the jumping armor like Chen Feng, but in the past 100 years, the number of blade beetles that Lin Bu has killed has already exceeded 10,000.

When outside, Lin Bu was not using the most advanced battle armor weapons, but a new standard fighter that had only undergone a simple transformation and was somewhat enhanced in power.

Chen Feng took another look at Lin Bu's current genetic arousal.

Hey!

Up to 47.12%!

Chen Feng has visited tens of thousands of planetary systems in the past 100 years, and Lin Bu is not far behind.

In just one large-scale battle that has been entangled with thousands of prismatic ships for more than 20 years, Lin Bu and his comrades in the 13th Sanxing District fought and retreated, constantly being scattered, and constantly fighting. Regrouped, the entire battle line stretched across hundreds of light-years and affected thousands of stars.

The death rate of the Thirteen Star Fleet is as high as 99.83%.

Even so, Limbu survived.

This is just one of his achievements!

After reading Lin Bu's information in a very short time, Chen Feng felt that Datou really had reason to be arrogant.

The arousal degree of Datou is so high at this time, coupled with the battlefield experience trained by countless escapes from death, it is indeed a match for himself.

So I'll forgive him for being disrespectful for now, and I'll talk when I figure out how to get arousal over him.

Chen Feng thought so, but he wanted to be quiet, but the wind didn't stop.

"Chen Feng Xianzhe, I want to know why you have to wait until today when you could have contacted humans a hundred years in advance. With your talent, I believe that you can participate in battles as many times as I do and still live to Now."

Lin Bu looked solemn and said in a cold tone.

Chen Feng was expressionless.

Alas.

Which pot cannot be opened and lifted.

Scarred.

He really regrets it.

Especially when he looked at Tang Tianxin, who was frowning and thinking about something, he regretted it even more.

It's the kind of regret that the core of the mysteries can't make up for.

Chen Feng wanted to tell Lin Bu the truth.

Because you can afford it, I can't afford it.

If I expose myself, I fear being beheaded.

Don't be afraid.

You have survived until now, on the one hand, your strength, on the other hand, may also be your luck.

I really don't dare to gamble.

In the end, Chen Feng's thousands of words converged into three words, "The next one."

Lin Bu's expression suddenly turned cold, and he snorted, "Humph! Coward!"

Without waiting for Chen Feng to rush out, his figure suddenly disappeared.

Chen Feng could see clearly, the lingering disdain in Lin Datou's eyes before he disappeared, but a cowardly look that I have seen through you.

Chen Feng's teeth were clenched tightly, damn...

Come on!

I still can't refute it.

It's annoying.

Lin Datou's temperament is becoming more and more extreme in each time line, and the path is getting narrower and narrower.

No, I have to find a way to treat him.

Thank goodness, after all, people like Lin Datou who don't know good and bad are in the minority.

The next "heart talk" between Chen Feng and everyone was quite pleasant. Some people tried to help Lin Bu, and begged Chen Feng not to bother with Lin Bu. Hate him, otherwise he should have been promoted to marshal long ago.

Unconsciously, fewer and fewer people are in the square.

The child's mother is getting closer.

Chen Feng temporarily changed his mind.

"Marshal Lu Xianfeng, please come here first."

He first crossed Tang Tianxin and Ou Qinglan, and clicked to Lu Xianfeng, who was standing at the end.

Lu Xianfeng was secretly delighted, and quickly walked past the two people in front of him and stood in front of Chen Feng. First, he briefly introduced himself.

Chen Feng has a ghost in his heart, and it is rare to have two more words with this old acquaintance.

"Marshal Lu Xianfeng, you are well-deserved as a marshal. You have a great responsibility, but I have unconditional trust in you. I believe you must be a leader worthy of support."

Lu Xianfeng gave a military salute, "I will not let the sages down!"

Chen Feng smiled and shook his head, "No, no, it doesn't matter if you let me down or not. We all have one responsibility, just don't let our compatriots down. Go, I'm sorry for taking a lot of your time."

Lu Xianfeng said humbly: "It's not in the way, it's my honor to listen to the teachings of the sages. We have been waiting for you for hundreds of years, and we don't care about these few hours."

"Hahaha, Lao Lu, you really can talk. Go go go."

Chen Feng thanks again.

Xianfeng Lu left happily.

Chen Feng clicked further back, "Dr. Ou Qinglan, come first."

Ou Qinglan, who had been secretly looking at Chen Feng, was overjoyed, she squeezed Tang Tianxin away happily, and jumped forward with her heart in her hands.

Chen Feng looked at this man speechlessly.

Baotou, baby face, invincible.

You're over a hundred years old, and you still look like a little loli, are you really a man?

"Hello sage, I'm..."

Chen Feng: "The next one."

Ou Qinglan, a legal loli in her 120s, was taken aback for a moment, and pointed at herself, "Ah? Hey...hey, that's not right! I'm the president of the Shadow Galaxy Academy, and I have a lot of major projects to report to you! "

Chen Feng coughed lightly, "Academic issues, let's talk about it later, I'll introduce you to chat with my little brother Fredericks. I won't get involved with your high-end topics, I'll just see the results. Go go go."

"No! Sage, wait a minute, I still have something to say. I know that you and my grandfather... Grandpa Ou Junlang are buddies. Combined with my high IQ genes..."

Chen Feng suddenly changed color and shouted: "Fanxing! Xiaofu! Shut the door! Kick this person off the assembly line for me!"

He understood.

God knows what Ou Qinglan is thinking about this time. The hundred-year-old Lolita wants to mess up the generations, and wants the old cow to eat the old grass?

It's worth it.

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Ou Qinglan also disappeared on the spot.

In the huge square, only Chen Feng and Tang Tianxin were left.

The two looked at each other silently.

Inexplicably, Chen Feng's heartbeat began to accelerate.

The so-called timidity of being close to the country is nothing more than that.

Chen Feng was indeed a little nervous.

Tang Tianxin looks fine, with a solemn face, firm eyes, and a cold temperament.

She made it a point to set up a strong woman, and she held it tightly.

But Chen Feng didn't know that Tang Tianxin's heart rate was as high as 180 per minute.

(End of this chapter)