Lin Fan possesses the memories after the arrival of the gods. This is not a secret among the high-level officials. Lin Fan was even promoted to the commander-in-chief of Daxia because of this.
Lin Fan shook his head: "The future I saw this time is our future."
"Huh?" Mr. Chen was stunned for a moment: "You mean..."
"The Great Steel Wall was built, the Great Wall of the North was built, the ocean was defeated, and the future of winter was withstood." Lin Fan whispered.
Mr. Chen's eyes widened and his voice trembled: "You mean, this time is our future..."
"Yes." Lin Fan nodded: "And this potion was developed by you in the future."
Old Chen's mind moved.
The giant who swept away his own fog lowered his head and revealed his face.
That turned out to be me!
It was as if the two old men looked at each other across time and space and handed over a bottle of medicine.
"It's me! No wonder, no wonder the research direction is exactly the same as mine, and those ideas are all..." Mr. Chen laughed, feeling extremely happy in his heart.
The scientific giant I admire is actually my future self!
But then, Mr. Chen's breathing became rapid, he grabbed Lin Fan's hand excitedly, and looked directly at Lin Fan.
"What's our future like?"
"In that future, we..." Lin Fan was about to speak about the broken world, but he saw Mr. Chen's eyes full of hope and expectation.
Old Chen held Lin Fan's hand tightly and asked nervously: "Have we defeated the gods?"
"Isn't that Daxia better than now?"
"Will everyone in our Daxia become gods? Will the world of gods never dare to enter our Daxia again?"
Lin Fan was silent for a moment.
He thought of the broken world, the sea of blood filled with corpses and bones, and the fallen earth.
But looking at Mr. Chen, he couldn't speak.
After a long time, Lin Fan smiled and nodded: "Yes, that Daxia... that future us defeated the gods!"
"Everyone is alive, and it will be a brighter summer than now."
"The Great Xia where everyone becomes a god!"
"No one needs to worry about anything anymore. No god dares to invade. Even gods must go through immigration procedures before they can legally enter Daxia!"
"In that Daxia, there was more dazzling science and culture than now. This potion, by the way, Mr. Chen, this potion was given to me by you yourself. You were already over ninety years old at that time, but thanks to the advancement of science and technology,
I can still play basketball..."
"Hahaha, great, great!" Mr. Chen seemed to be relieved of a huge burden. Since the arrival of the gods, he finally took a deep breath and showed an unprecedented happy smile.
When the gods came, Daxia was full of energy and defeated two temples in a row.
But everyone is under tremendous pressure, especially the senior officials of Daxia, who deeply understand how serious the situation is.
So what about two wins?
Many temples throughout the God Realm will eventually discover Daxia.
It only takes one failure...it only takes one, and no matter how many victories Daxia achieves, all the blood and sweat will be lost.
But now, Lin Fan saw their future.
Lin Fan said that the future Daxia was victorious.
This made Mr. Chen feel more relaxed than ever before: "Hahaha, great, great!"
"I knew we would definitely win!"
"I don't even need to ask that question..."
Lin Fan also laughed and burst into tears: "Yes, we won."
"Okay, although we are destined to win, we still have to work hard. After all, the future depends on our hard work!" Mr. Chen reluctantly calmed down and patted Lin Fan on the shoulder: "You kid, don't be too easy.
Don’t let your heart wander, you must keep it up! Until the final victory!”
"Yeah." Lin Fan nodded.
"I won't say anything anymore. I'm going to get busy. This medicine must be produced as soon as possible." Mr. Chen said solemnly: "I will select a batch of chemical plants now and start renovations immediately. Within five days, no, within three days, 20,000 yuan will be produced."
The production of Three Thousand Needles to Climb to the God’s Level must be completed!”
"At that time, our Daxia will add more than 10,000 gods, and the army of gods in Daxia will reach 30,000! Thirty thousand!"
"Haha, we won, we won!"
Mr. Chen said, unwilling to stay a step longer, and strode away with relaxed steps, as if he was dozens of years younger.
Lin Fan and Xingye were the only ones left in the ward.
Xingye looked at Lin Fan with complicated eyes: "Why don't you..."
"Lin Fan
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, you hid it so deeply."
A voice walked quickly along with a figure, but it was Mr. Jin who had just left who walked in with a serious face, nervousness and despair in his eyebrows.
"Mr. Jin, aren't you going to the Great Steel Wall?" Lin Fan was stunned for a moment.
Mr. Jin sat next to Lin Fan's hospital bed with an ugly face. He was silent for a long time and rubbed his face: "I've already boarded the plane. I had nothing to do and read the battle report written by the gods of Great Xia when they came back this time... I know.
What have you seen, how can you still think about going to the Great Steel Wall?"
"you……"
"Damn it, why do I have to see these things!" Jin Lao cursed bitterly, "Let me ask you, will we really fail in the future?"
Mr. Jin looked at Lin Fan nervously.
Lin Fan was silent for a long time and nodded: "Yes."
"It failed, it really failed... The sea of blood and corpses are us in the future, the Great Xia in the future..." Mr. Jin seemed to have been drained of all his strength and leaned on the chair, facing the gods without fear.
The battlefield veteran showed a desperate expression for the first time. He gasped for air and his cheeks shook violently.
"So, what is the point of what we are doing now, what is the point of the blood and sweat of 140 million people..."
"We worked so hard, we defeated two temples, we thought we could win this victory..."
"In the end, it's just a few more sins... Rather than this, it's better for everyone to enjoy the present and wait for the next time..."
Jin Lao said, his eyes already full of tears.
He was the general who least wanted to see that scene, and the one who least wanted to see that scene.
"Boy, you..." Mr. Jin sighed and stood up tremblingly, "Forget it, I have something else to do...I'm leaving first."
He touched the pistol at his waist, tried to straighten his body, adjusted his military uniform, and was about to return to his office.
He absolutely cannot accept that day coming!
Rather than witness Daxia's defeat, rather than witness the broken mountains and rivers, rather than die in despair under the glory of the gods, it would be better...
"Mr. Jin, I know what you want to do." Lin Fan looked at Mr. Jin, "But listen to me first."
"What else do you have to say?" Mr. Jin looked at Lin Fan dejectedly, the never-extinguishing flame in his eyes now dim.
Compared to the gods descending from the sky, the despair of knowing the future is even more unacceptable.
Do you still need to work hard in a future that is doomed to failure?
"I know how you feel, because what you are feeling now is what I have been enduring since the day I came back." Lin Fan said slowly, "But even if the future is really doomed to fail, then in the final time, instead of
It is better to prepare for war with hope than to wait for death in despair."
"Old Jin."
"You must live."
"And we have to live with confidence just like before!"
"Otherwise, once this news spreads, if 140 million people fall into despair... can you imagine what it will be like?"
"Perhaps even without the arrival of gods, Daxia will have completely collapsed, and this land will fall into despair and chaos!"
"Mr. Jin, look out the window, are you really willing to give up everything we have worked hard for now? Look, are you really willing to give up!"
Mr. Jin turned his head and looked out the window. There was a vibrant wheat field stretching as far as the eye could see.
Machines roared and shuttled among them, and Daxia people and ethnic groups were busy among them. Although they were sweating on their foreheads, they all had smiles on their faces and light in their eyes.
That is the light of hope.
"Lao Jin, we need hope!"
"Only hope can persist!"
"Do you think I haven't been desperate in the two years since I came back? No, I am desperate every day! But I persist every day!"
"You can go out, you can commit suicide in despair, or you can make this news public in despair, but are you willing to do it? Look at them and tell me, are you willing to kill the hope in their eyes?"
Lin Fan slowly stood up from the hospital bed and looked directly at Mr. Jin.
Mr. Jin looked at those faces in silence.
He suddenly remembered the small talk he had with himself in the boundless ice and snow when he was a young boy.
"Damn it," said Mr. Jin, who was still young and warm at the fire in the cave. "If you ask me, let's not wait here in the cold. Let's go directly to the south and give it all to those young soldiers."
You can kill it!"
"You brat," the old squad leader rolled his eyes at him and handed him half a bottle of liquor: "You love fighting so much?"
"Squad leader, look what you said, we are soldiers, just for fighting!" Mr. Jin was not polite and took a sip of white wine.
"You little brat, please drink less... Damn it, this is all I have in stock, and you really drink it if I ask you to drink it." The old squad leader grabbed it back distressedly, and then said: "Xiao Jin, you said we were soldiers for this reason.
What?"
"Of course it's victory!" Jin Lao said without thinking.
"Fart!" the old squad leader said in a deep voice: "Being a soldier is to protect this land and the people of this land! If it can make our family and country safe, even if we die, or even to say the least, we will lose the battle.
We are also very happy."
"So, don't be so warlike. Don't just think about killing them all. If you really cut off the retreat of those young masters and surrounded them, you will have a great victory and a great victory, but our family will have nothing in the future.
Peaceful days..."
At that time, Mr. Jin thought that the old squad leader was stupid because of the cold.
Isn’t it just to win the war? Isn’t it just to win?
And now...
"Mr. Jin, think about it, if you die, or if you reveal this news... 140 million people will be like you now! Even, they will be more desperate and painful than you!" Lin Fan said in a deep voice.
: "Do you choose to bear the pain yourself, or throw it away and let everyone suffer with you? Despair together?" .??.
Looking at those hopeful smiles, Mr. Jin slowly exhaled.
"Damn it, old squad leader, you have to teach me a lesson now." Mr. Jin rubbed his face and stood up slowly, "Don't worry, I won't commit suicide, and I won't tell anyone about it.
Anyone, I will personally seal all written reports."
"Destined to fail..."
"Even if we cannot win, we must not fall! We must protect this land and protect their hope until the last moment!"
Failure to win is a huge blow to Mr. Jin!
But he knows that even if he is doomed to fail, he must protect him until the last moment!
"Forgive me for making this decision in private, and don't blame me for lying to you," Mr. Jin looked at the people outside the window. "Instead of being in pain and despair with 140 million people, it's better to let me despair alone."
"It is happier to die with hope than to wait in despair."
"Boy," Mr. Jin looked at Lin Fan with a complicated look: "I finally understand what you have been enduring all these days. Sigh... just a few minutes almost made me unbearable."
"I shouldn't have read those reports. What am I doing reading those things when I have nothing to do... Zi Lu did the same. He actually wrote it when I asked him to! This is a real person!" Jin Lao cursed bitterly, otherwise he would
I am still full of hope now.
"I feel worse now than if I died, it would be better for me to die with full hope in the winter battle!"
"But don't worry, kid, although it's painful... But I will persevere and not tell anyone or reveal anything. I will bear the despair and pain and live for the sake of 140,000,000 people!"
Seeing that Mr. Jin was trying to persuade him, Lin Fan comforted him: "Old Jin, you don't have to be so desperate."
"Why, is it possible that I still want to celebrate and set off firecrackers?" Mr. Jin sighed.
"I mean, who says the future can't be changed? I came back to change the future!" Lin Fan said solemnly: "And this time, we are different from the future Daxia."
"We have the "steps to ascend to the gods", we have the steps for humans to become gods!"
"This is the hope that they in the future have tried their best to bring us! It is the key to change our destiny that Mr. Chen left to us in the future!"
"No matter whether the future can change, we must believe that the future can change, because we not only carry ourselves, but also bear the hopes of our past and our future!"
Mr. Jin was silent for a moment and nodded slightly: "Yes, we can definitely change!"
There was fire burning in his eyes again.
No matter whether the future can change, you must believe now!
Only by believing can we persevere!
Only by having hope can you avoid falling into despair!
Jin Lao left quickly. He no longer thought about it so much. He wanted to seal up those battle reports completely. No one should know about this matter again.
Then, keep hope in your heart and continue to believe!
Jin Laogang left, and Xingye whispered: "Finally we are the only two left. Actually, I..."
Shang Weitian opened the door: "Oh, Mr. Jin, why are you leaving in such a hurry without saying hello to me?"
Xingye frowned and looked at Shang Weitian with disgust in his eyes.
Shang Weitian: "???"
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Lin Fan said hello and threw a few space rings casually: "Old rules, divine realm supplies, food, fuel and various minerals. This time I also added some raw materials obtained from the divine beasts, you can try
Let the disciples of Momen forge a magical weapon."
"Well." Shang Weitian was not polite and put away the supplies with a smile, "Wang Hu asked me to give you a message. I have been busy taking care of the children recently and I won't be able to leave for a while. That guy is actually quite responsible."
"It's okay. I'm going to see him and my eldest nephew later." Lin Fan smiled, "How are things going lately?"
"Oh, forget it, we failed." Shang Weitian sighed.
Lin Fan's heart tightened, this guy actually knew about it?
"You, how did you know?" Lin Fan asked nervously.
"Why do you need to know this?" Shang Weitian said helplessly: "At the beginning, I thought that the national weight loss plan was unreliable, but you see the result, it just doesn't work!"
Lin Fan: "Ah..."
Lin Fan breathed a sigh of relief, "That's what you're talking about."
Shang Weitian sighed: "Well, everyone worked hard to open up wasteland some time ago. In addition, we have been working continuously recently. The average weight has also dropped by five kilograms, and hyperlipidemia and high blood pressure have also decreased."
"But at best they are strong, not thin at all! They are all very strong! There is no disfigurement or weakness at all, that feeling of long-term hunger, which cannot be faked even with makeup."
"There was even a 200-pound man. He was originally a fat man, but after a hard work, he weighed 220 pounds! He became a double-door fat man with muscles all over his body!"
"We are going to deceive the gods of agriculture and make them think that we are in famine and tortured by hunger!"
"Now that the God of Agriculture is here, doesn't this reveal the truth?"
When Shang Weitian said this, he complained even more: "It's all Mr. Jin's fault. During the meeting, he took the initiative to set an example. Indeed, he only ate half a steamed bun in the cafeteria every day."
"Guess what."
"I went to find him to sign yesterday, and I found that he went to the soldiers' dormitory and had a hot pot with a group of soldiers. The drawer in his office was also full of dried sweet potatoes and snacks. Also, the last time I stayed at the command center,
I felt hungry in the middle of the night and went to the kitchen and found that Mr. Jin had opened the refrigerator to eat..."
At this point, Shang Weitian's expression stiffened: "I didn't go there to steal food, I came to catch Mr. Jin! I just wanted to see who was stealing food in the middle of the night!"
"It's okay, I can understand it. After all, we Daxia people really can't be hungry..." Lin Fan touched his belly and said to himself that he, the commander-in-chief, has been eating less recently... he, the commander-in-chief, was hungry in the middle of the night.
A little barbecue on the whole.
The fear of hunger has long been engraved in the blood of Daxia people.
Daxia has experienced hunger firsthand.
For example, for foreigners who have never experienced hunger, two slices of bread and boiled broccoli are enough for lunch, but for Daxia people, no matter how busy they are, lunch must include meat and vegetables, stir-fried and fried.
Made according to the Eight Classics.
And this also proves that eating meat alone cannot lose weight...
"Besides, there's no reason to let your family starve and lose weight just to deceive the gods. We are enemies of the gods to protect our family members!" Lin Fan said with a smile: "The God of Agriculture did not let the people of Great Xia starve.
Stomach, why, we still have to let our family go hungry?"
"But in more than two months, the God of Agriculture is coming. Seeing that we are all strong and solid, it doesn't look like we have experienced famine and fallen into despair..." Shang Weitian was still a little worried.
Lin Fan: "..."
Lin Fan felt a sense of dissonance.
In the last life, the god of agriculture came, and the land was full of hunger, and even a mouthful of rice was a luxury.
But in this life, the God of Agriculture has arrived, and the biggest problem Daxia faces is the inability to lose weight...
"It's okay, I'm prepared." Lin Fan turned on his phone, went to the external network, and opened the live broadcast for European people.
This is the group performance I developed there.
Sure enough, all of them were sallow and thin...
"Daxia, please help us! The food you sent can only guarantee that we will not starve to death...but we are really hungry!" A brown-haired lady with prominent cheekbones said to the camera with a pleading face: "Please be like this
It helped us just like last time, but we really have nothing to eat and can't grow anything in the land. Because we lost too much land before and there was a shortage of modern machinery, even if we work hard at farming, we haven't saved much food.
Now I’ve eaten all of it, even the seeds for next year… If that’s not possible, please let me work at your place! Two thousand a month, no, one thousand will do! Even if it’s just food and accommodation!”
Lin Fan flipped through a few and showed a satisfied smile.
Seeing that they were all hungry, this despicable and sinister Shura God was relieved.
