For Zay Wangchuk, everything that happened in Madagascar, Fianarantsoa Province, and Manakara City has been imprinted in his genes and cannot be forgotten. Whenever he is quiet at night, he will think about it.
Remember everything you experienced there.
As a veteran who has fought the entire anti-player war, Zay Wangchuk has experienced more desperate situations in the European Federation offensive and defensive series in terms of dangers. In terms of gains and losses, he had to make life-and-death choices for hundreds of millions of people in the Ganges War Zone.
, but he still can't forget that war.
It was like his nightmare, it would appear in his mind and in his dreams every time in the dead of night.
Even after the Apocalypse, Zay Wangchuk could not completely get rid of its influence. Especially after he learned that the player had made that area a copy, Zay Wangchuk felt even more that what he had experienced,
It has nothing to do with the players.
And now, after twenty-five years, Zay Wangchuk finally stands on that ‘land’ again.
Well, saying it is land is a bit inconsistent with the facts. This area has been submerged by sea water, and Zay Wangchuck can only stand on a small lifeboat with Wang Zhengdao.
This lifeboat is the same fleet that Tangji used to attack the player before. It is meant to lower the player from the ship.
"So this is a copy?" Zay Wangchuk looked at the almost endless 'wall' in front of him with confusion.
With a mortal's imagination, he could hardly imagine what a 25×25×25 km cube looked like. He only knew that the wall in front of him was so big and boundless that there was no end in sight.
"They froze time and space in it." Wang Zhengdao drove the lifeboat close to the boundary of the instance, knocked on the flexible wall with his hand, and splashed large ripples: "Time still stops here,
The day the Madagascar campaign began."
"Sometimes I really feel that we are at war with aliens." Zay Wangchuk looked at the boundary of the copy with some emotion, and a sense of awe suddenly arose: "How on earth did we interact with them on the battlefield?
Is there a winner? Or if they can do such a thing, why are they willing to fight us to the death on the battlefield?"
"Maybe it's because projecting power across time and space is much more difficult than you think." Wang Zhengdao replied: "Without the efforts of those players, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to do such a thing."
"So you still haven't given up hope and still firmly believe that we have a chance to win?" Zay Wangchuck asked seriously, and looked at Tang Ji. Obviously, on this issue, he only believed in Tang Ji's
answer.
"Yes, I believe we still have a chance to win." Tang Ji was silent for a while and replied affirmatively.
"I believe you." Zay Wangchuck nodded, closed his eyes and took three deep breaths, and then said to Wang Zhengdao: "Now, whatever you need me to do, start now, I am ready."
"It's not as complicated as you think. I just need you for positioning." Wang Zhengdao put one hand on Zay Wangchuck's shoulder and the other on Tang Ji's shoulder.
"Herman Minkowski once said that there is continuity in time and space. If the player leaves your past in the dungeon, then that projection is related to your present." Wang Zhengdao closed his eyes.
, for example, perceiving the space in the copy as before: "If Herman is right, then I will definitely succeed this time!"
Zay Wangchuk felt as if he had been stuffed into a drum washing machine and washed for a century. Then, with a spin, he was finally vomited out by the washing machine.
Of course, it was not just the washing machine that vomited, but also Zay Wangchuk himself. He spit out all his morning coffee, and the next second he regretted it. The coffee was blocked in front of him by something.
, almost choked him to death.
Zay Wangchuk hurriedly took off the full-face helmet fastened on his face, and breathed in the air. There was a strange meaty aroma lingering in the air.
He was all too familiar with it. It was the smell of flesh burned by flames. Zay Wangchuck had been smelling it in the Ganges war zone for who knows how long, so much so that he could even determine the temperature of the fire through the smell.
Of course, this description is somewhat disgusting and anti-human, but Zay Wangchuk did not lie. This is a fact. For example, right now, he is very sure that the firepower and density of the shelling in the front shelling area are not up to standard.
There must be a lot of fish that slip through the net.
But it was this weird smell that made Zay Wangchuk less conspicuous, because when the tank tracks ran over the corpses, many soldiers vomited directly into their full-face helmets. These people had no choice but to
They tried to clean up the body fluid contamination without taking off their helmets, but without the isolation of the breathing filter, they vomited even more.
The smart assistant in his ear reminded him thoughtfully that he could choose to inject 25 milligrams of sedatives to reduce the discomfort caused by tension, but Zay Wangchuk just smiled nostalgically and rejected the smart assistant's suggestion.
, he had somewhat forgotten how luxurious the individual equipment of this era was.
Zay Wangchuck stood there, taking a few more breaths of the battlefield air with some greed. Then, with the stunned expressions of others, he kicked down the comrade beside him who was wiping his helmet, and conveniently took his own
The helmet was thrown into the opponent's face.
Duang!
An invisible terrorist attack suddenly hit the helmet thrown by Zay Wangchuck. The full-coverage helmet made of carbon nanotubes as the main material was very light but full of toughness. The helmet dented visibly to the naked eye and was hit hard.
on the soldier's face.
At least it was a concussion, Zay Wangchuck commented silently as he looked at his comrade who fell to the ground, but it was still much better than his original fate.
Only then did the comrades around him realize that they had just been attacked, and shouted in horror through the communication system: "Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
Zay Wangchuck was so noisy by the continuous buzzing sounds that he pulled the earphones out of his ears. The whole world suddenly became a lot quieter. He didn't know what happened to him. He was back again.
Twenty-six years ago, I was in my prime.
"Is this a copy?" Zay Wangchuck lowered his head, hiding himself in the blind spot of vision formed by the tank, and moved forward slowly, feeling very novel about everything around him.
At this moment, General Zay Wangchuck felt that he could actually experience the fun of players in the dungeon. What could be more exciting than going back to the past and changing regrets?
Zay Wangchuck showed his head and killed the player hiding in the dark with one shot. Then he turned back to greet his comrades: "Rookies, please put on your helmets. From now on, I will be in command."
After finishing speaking, Zay Wangchuk put the earphones back into his ears and applied for the highest authority in the chain of command. He was an officer of the rapid reaction battalion of the 35th Infantry Regiment and had the right to take over command authority in wartime.
However, such authority also represents responsibility. In the past, few people within the Gallic Legion actually broke the chain of command and used this authority.
As for where Tang Ji and Wang Zhengdao are now and what they are doing, he doesn't care at all. Zay Wangchuk knows that he is just an ordinary person and knows where his limits are. He is honored to be able to fight for the sake of the whole nation in the face of such big rights and wrongs.
to help the fate of mankind.
It's equivalent to a door key or something. As for more? He is already an old man in his fifties, and that is not his responsibility.
And in fact, it is indeed the case.
As the initiator of space jump, Wang Zhengdao felt a kind of resistance the moment he entered the copy space, but Zay Wangchuk became the key to open this confined space. Under the leadership of Zay Wangchuk, they
All three successfully entered this special space.
At this time, Wang Zhengdao and Tang Ji were at the top of the entire copy space.
There was originally no foothold here, but Tang Ji had regained control of the ability of the air stamper, and was floating in the air with Wang Zhengdao, watching the battlefield situation of the entire dungeon from an overall perspective.
Without the interference of players or other outsiders, the entire dungeon still continues to develop in its original historical direction.
"The space here really gives me a different feeling from the outside." Wang Zhengdao said with a serious expression: "I have never felt like this before, as if we are no longer in this world."
"Do you understand that it is self-contained?" Wang Zhengdao tried to explain his feelings more clearly: "It is a completely independent world, as big as what we see outside. I don't know how to describe it, but
If gravity has a coefficient, then space should also have a similar coefficient, and the coefficients in this space are different from those outside."
"We should bring Dr. Wu Qianying in directly." Tang Ji frowned. Although he said this, he knew in his heart that this was impossible.
In just a few days of contact, Tang Ji has fully realized how important Wu Qianying is to the world. The world can lose anyone, but Wu Qianying cannot be lost. She may be the only person with intellectual resources that surpasses human beings.
The overall level of candidates for backstabbing a certain world.
"What kind of person are you talking about who is having a great time fighting our old general in the dungeon without any players entering?" Wang Zhengdao turned to ask Tang Ji as the situation below him entered a state of full-scale firefight.
They know very little about the dungeon, because most players don't care about how the dungeon itself operates, and they cannot provide more details. Even if they pay attention, they still can't understand the principle.
Especially the players who cooperated with them before the weather got hot. Most of them were die-hard members of the Death Cult. Their members were mainly Chaos Demon players. Their brains were not very normal. If they could communicate with them normally, even if they were super.
Level played.
In the hands of the coalition forces, the only player who might know something about the dungeon is Ms. Walter. Mrs. Generosity has already deleted all of Walter’s memories of his home world in advance.
"We can go down and kill a few players to see what's going on." Tang Ji pointed at a few players gathered together on the ground. Wang Zhengdao immediately led Tang Ji to the middle of the players.
Even for real players, Tang Ji rarely communicates directly with them. The most effective communication between him and players is fear and death. What's more, these players are not real players yet. They even treat Tang Ji and Wang Zhengdao
There was no response to his presence.
"What do you think the problem is? This is definitely not a normal situation in the dungeon, right?" Wang Zhengdao deliberately blocked a player, but the other player just ignored him and bumped into him.
But the player himself didn't seem to realize what he had bumped into. Even though he was pushed away by Wang Zhengdao and took half a step back, he still followed the same route with his normal expression and bumped into Wang Zhengdao again.
After repeated attempts, the player's movements suddenly became weird, just like those high-ping warriors in online games. His whole body was flashing with mosaics, his movements were stiff and twitching, and then the next second he suddenly flashed,
He just disappeared out of thin air. When he reappeared, he was already behind Wang Zhengdao. As if nothing had happened, he caught up with several other companions along the original route.
"What the hell." Wang Zhengdao scratched his head, feeling as if he had encountered something dirty.
Boom!
Tang Ji fired directly, and the bullets directly smashed the player into a mosaic one by one like building blocks. After a few seconds, the player appeared out of thin air again and continued to run forward, without any interaction with Tang Ji and Wang Zhengdao.
.
"It seems that there is a self-correction program running here." Wang Zhengdao noted this down and prepared to conduct the next stage of testing with Tang Ji.
A few minutes later, the old general, who had just experienced a fierce battle and gained a local advantage, met Tang Ji and Wang Zhengdao again.
Just like those players, these soldiers belonging to the coalition forces had no reaction to the presence of Tang Ji and Wang Zhengdao. They just ran past the two of them indifferently.
"You two have completely ruined my experience." Zay Wangchuck pinched his waist and walked to stand in front of the two men. The passing comrades thought he was reporting the situation to the headquarters, so no one came to disturb him.
"Your Excellency General, I'm afraid we need you to take further risks." Wang Zhengdao pointed to the players in the distance, suppressed by Zay Wangchuk in a corner of the town: "We hope that you can have direct communication with the players, and you also
As you can see, these people in the dungeon don’t interact with us at all.”
"Direct communication means that I need to capture someone alive first?" Zay Wangchuck said this, his eyes immediately lit up: "I think it is feasible."
