Chapter 698 Parents' Last Words, Confused Memories
People always have to experience a lot before they can truly mature, especially a "freak" like Zheng Feng who clearly has the body and genetic arousal of a human in the thirty-first century, but his mental maturity is the same as that of a human in the twenty-first century.
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Everything he has experienced since he became sensible has accumulated little by little into his character.
His understanding of the world is also advancing bit by bit according to his own rhythm.
From time to time he would be disturbed, and from time to time some thoughts would pop up in his mind that he shouldn't have, and he would recall some knowledge that was not his own, but he was still him.
His understanding of the world and himself had been advancing steadily according to a certain predetermined rhythm, but this rhythm stopped abruptly at this moment.
A person's outlook on life is determined by two things, one is small things, and the other is big things.
Before this, eleven-year-old Zheng Feng had never experienced any real big events.
He originally thought that the first big thing he would experience was to improve himself and make a name for himself through participating in competitions, and then leave Planet 7, go to the front line, and join the majestic battlefield where life and death are uncertain.
He regarded that as a major change that he would inevitably experience in his life. The main theme of his life would change from a dull and stable study to a thrilling military career.
He was looking forward to it and was mentally prepared.
He had even imagined many times that he would join Tang Tianxin's battleship and then work together with his parents during the mission.
He never thought that another drastic change in his life would hit him head-on in such an unexpected way.
For many eleven-year-olds in this era, losing their parents is not a serious blow, because the mark of the destiny covenant will always be activated by the self-protection mechanism at the right time to prevent violent shocks from breaking through the person's emotional threshold.
Leave permanent "scars".
Or, even putting aside the effectiveness of imprinting, given the general precocity of human beings today, the mental age of an 11-year-old is no longer a child, but an adult.
But Zheng Feng's imprint has long since disappeared. Although he has shown talent in the field of combat, at his core, he is still an eleven-year-old boy in the 21st century.
After briefly explaining the situation to others, Zheng Feng stopped talking and returned to a state of silence.
If he were outside at this time and still controlled his body, he might sit down limply on the ground.
But now his consciousness is contained in a small beetle with a mechanical structure, and the violent impact only briefly stopped him for a moment. Then the beetle continued to move according to the preset program, completing the work at hand step by step.
Click click click click.
The finger-like beetle's mouthparts are opening and closing, and each time it opens and closes, a nanowire is spit out like a spider's thread and wrapped around the ore in front of it.
On the other side, other people's beetles saw Zheng Feng continuing to move, and they also recovered simultaneously.
Edgar on the other side of Zheng Feng accurately opened his mouth to catch the nanoso that floated over from the other side, tied it with the one he just threw, and passed it to the side.
The beetle transformed by Mata caught it accurately and passed it to the side.
The movements of the five beetles are coordinated and extremely efficient, like a precise loom.
Listening from a distance, you can only hear the sound of rustling sounds, making the scene seem busy and silent.
At this time, Zheng Feng had become an indifferent bystander.
His mind went blank, the piercing screams continued, and the image of the Morrowind II ship flickered at high frequency like a nightmare in a kaleidoscope, lingering on.
The frequency of interference suddenly increased, making the skill he had mastered so hard to empty his mind at a rhythm to avoid interference become a display again.
Zheng Feng couldn't organize his complete thoughts now, only a ball of paste was left.
At this moment, another document was detected in his communication system, which came from the Genting Theater Command Center. It was still an urgent document. The title showed that this was a video.
Zheng Feng subconsciously chose to play.
In the picture, Zheng Yifeng and Liang Yunzheng, dressed in military uniforms, sit side by side.
The two of them looked a little haggard and looked a little nervous.
Zheng Yifeng's hands were cupped into fists and placed between his legs.
Liang Yun put her hands on the back of Zheng Yifeng's waist, with a forced smile on her face.
Zheng Yifeng took a deep breath and said slowly: "Zheng Feng, when you see this news, we should be gone."
A standard last word begins.
There were thousands of muffled thunders exploding in Zheng Feng's head, and then he regained his clarity in an instant.
The noise in his mind was gone.
Liang Yun nodded and said with a smile: "Today is January 6, 3008, and we are stationed outside the second theater. Today we received the highest level of alert, so we came here to take charge of the security."
Zheng Yifeng: "But we don't know what the enemy we are about to face will look like. In short, it should be very dangerous."
Liang Yun continued: "Your father and I have been a little uneasy these past two days, so we discussed it and decided to shoot this video for you. Of course, we both hope you won't watch it at all.
To. But now, obviously, you've seen it."
Zheng Yifeng closed his eyes for a moment, seemed to take a deep breath, and then said slowly: "I'm sorry, Zheng Feng, we couldn't go to the end with you."
Liang Yun: "I'm sorry."
Having said this, the two of them looked at each other, as if imagining that they were looking at themselves from the other side of the camera across time and space.
The eyes of the two people flickered slightly, and their moods were extremely complicated.
An inexplicable sad atmosphere is slowly rising.
Zheng Yifeng patted Liang Yun on the back and changed the subject, "Of course, no one can truly predict the future. We recorded this just because we had a feeling, so we were prepared. Maybe we are just being sentimental? I hope so.
That’s it, hahaha…”
Liang Yun punched Zheng Yifeng on the shoulder, "Be serious, we are recording the last words for Mr. Zheng Feng."
"Oh oh oh, okay."
Zheng Yifeng quickly sat down again, with his hands on his thighs, sitting upright, with a solemn expression. He did not have the majesty of a father at all, but looked more like a primary school student who made a mistake and was caught by the teacher.
Obviously, Liang Yun's accidental slip of the tongue just now reminded Zheng Yifeng of the real addressee of his last words, so he acted a little too nervous.
Liang Yun saw that her husband was relaxed and relaxed, so she quietly bumped the outside of his thigh with her leg.
Zheng Yifeng's tense body relaxed a little.
He looked at his wife slightly embarrassed.
It is strange to say that Zheng Yifeng is already a veteran who has been on the battlefield for a long time.
Since leaving Planet 7 and joining the battlefield eleven years ago, he has experienced life and death crises not a hundred times but dozens of times.
Although Meimei always turns danger into good luck, it is real to walk half-legged into the gate of hell, but he has never been as nervous as he is now.
Because both reason and emotion were telling him that these were probably the last words his father, as the reincarnation of the sage, would say to the sage.
Zheng Feng's seal of destiny has been shattered, and his emotional and character behavior are too similar to ordinary people in the 21st century. Therefore, Zheng Feng clearly knows that what he said today will undoubtedly have a long-lasting impact on the reincarnation of the sage.
, and then indirectly affect the fate of all mankind.
Before he spoke, he couldn't even make a draft.
He didn't know whether he should inject Zheng Feng's blood or pull him back a little.
If the chicken blood is used too much and the hatred is too exaggerated, Zheng Feng is dominated by hatred before he awakens his memory. What if Zheng Feng makes a mistake in judgment on the future battlefield and dies prematurely?
But what if he didn't say anything, and Zheng Feng failed to understand the truest demands of his and his wife's hearts, which would silently affect the sage's motivation for reincarnation, suppressing the height he could eventually reach, what should he do?
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When the couple was still alive, Zheng Yifeng didn't think too much about it, because no matter what he said or did wrong, there was always a chance to make amends as time went by.
But this time it was different. It was his last words and his final confession.
There is no turning back from now on.
Moreover, the two of them had already read the biography of the sage Chen Feng, and knew the fate of Chen Feng in his previous life.
His parents died early before he could remember.
At that time, he didn't even have the chance to hear his parents' last words.
Then of course I should do my best, which can make up for the regrets of some sages.
After a long time, Zheng Yifeng gathered thousands of words into one sentence.
"Son, dad and mom just want to tell you that we are proud to have a child like you. We have never regretted that we are about to participate in a war where life and death are uncertain. Goodbye."
After Zheng Yifeng finished speaking, the video recording stopped abruptly.
Deep in Zheng Feng's originally empty mind, a sound like an iceberg collapsing gradually resounded.
A small seedling sprouted from his originally slightly barren heart.
The seedlings sway in the wind and spread.
Each branch spreads like wildfire.
The branches and leaves swelled in the strong wind.
The beetles' work outside continues.
The other Flying Tigers members were not aware of the earth-shaking changes that were taking place in Zheng Feng's heart.
The noise in Zheng Feng's heart and the recurring Morrowind No. 2 changed their content and turned into fragmented scenes one after another that could only glimpse the spotted leopard.
Some scattered "memories" that seemed to belong to him but did not belong to him were becoming clear little by little as the seedling that broke out of the ground continued to grow.
Unknowingly, a few more minutes passed. At the same time that the Flying Tigers team members outside finally tied up the ore, Zheng Feng's heart suddenly stopped as the saplings grew.
It didn't stop completely, it was just covered by an invisible invisible net.
The branches began to bend, the leaves continued to pile up, and the shape of the entire tree was pressed into a strong spindle shape.
Zheng Feng didn't know what was wrong with him, and he couldn't see the tree in his heart.
He only knew that there was a lot of anger rising in his heart, but he had nowhere to vent it.
He has overwhelming hatred in his heart, but he needs a clear goal.
Although he knew the answer without asking, it was naturally the compound-eyed army that killed Zheng Yifeng and Liang Yun. He knew very well that the biggest enemy was ahead, waiting for him there.
But the goal was too big and too general, leaving him unable to find a specific foothold.
Suddenly and seemingly aimlessly, he issued an unquestionable order in his mind.
"Tell me the specific details of the war. I want to watch the war videos."
After waiting for five full seconds, Zheng Feng's voice sounded in his ears, "Xiaowei", "You...Chen Feng?"
Fanxing asked while quietly trying to read Zheng Feng's thoughts and memories.
Logically speaking, this should be a very simple matter, because at this time Zheng Feng's consciousness was already undergoing a remote brain link through the network of stars.
But something strange happened. As soon as Fanxing's data probe approached, it seemed to hit an iron wall.
In the words of artificial intelligence civilization, Zheng Feng's brainwaves have been encrypted.
Zheng Feng repeated the order in his mind again, this time with a stronger tone, more domineering and tough that no one could question.
"All right."
Although Fanxing couldn't figure out what was going on, and wasn't sure whether Zheng Feng had really awakened, since this little guy was so abnormal that he faced the "air" in the quantum network without even knowing that he was watching him.
Given such a conclusive order, there must have been some kind of change.
Fanxing opened up the process of the First Special Forces Army from the outbreak of the war to the death of Zheng Yifeng and his wife.
Zheng Feng chose to speed up playback a thousand times.
Nearly three minutes passed, and Zheng Feng turned off the video after seeing with his own eyes that the Chengfeng Special Warfare Fleet command ship where Liang Yun was located exploded like a supernova in the universe.
"Epi Clan. It's actually E Clan. Isn't it the E Clan star we are lurking now?"
He murmured to himself.
The next moment, the beetle controlled by Zheng Feng was shaken all over.
His sudden burst of brainwave emotions completely out of control, overwhelming the endurance limit of the ultra-micro robot's brain core, causing the beetle, which was flying cautiously close to the ground with the other four team members, to stumble violently.
The five beetles were originally dragging the five kilogram piece of ore forward at an extremely fast speed. However, due to the loss of control of Zheng Feng's beetle, which was responsible for navigation and relocation, the balance was suddenly broken and it hit a small metal bulge in front of it.
A loud bang in life.
Edgar and others were thrown to pieces.
Of course they knew what went wrong, and they all looked at Zheng Feng with suspicion.
"Captain, what's wrong with you?"
Li Qingqing asked first.
Matta Nicklaus let go of the rope and quickly moved over.
At this time, Zheng Feng's beetle was completely frozen in place, unable to move. Even the dim indicator light representing energy operation had been extinguished.
Mata tried to wake up the emergency mode of his equipment and conduct brain-link communication. Unexpectedly, such a prompt came from his system.
"The connection failed. The target object has crashed. The Flying Tigers' latent robot No. 01 has actually disconnected and is in a blank state."
"Crash?" Edgar was shocked, "Don't be kidding! How can it be possible to crash in this age? What does broken link mean? Captain, did he push out the mission module at this time? Don't be kidding!"
No wonder Edgar has a bad temper. In fact, everyone is already taking risks at this time, and if something like this happens again, everyone's situation will be extremely dangerous.
At this time, Mata gave a low shout and shared with others the information provided by the ultra-miniature detector he had previously placed nearby.
In the mental projection, an anti-gravity centipede is rushing toward us from dozens of kilometers away at extremely fast speeds.
Obviously, the unusual noise made when everyone hit the mountain just now attracted attention.
