There are regulations in the military that prohibit alcohol during wartime.
Now that we have been on the verge of war for several consecutive years, the army has long since lost all alcohol.
Today, thousands of years have passed, and the status of wine in military camps has greatly declined.
Alcohol will reduce people's reaction ability and affect the control level of Qinglong Armor. It is natural for everyone to get used to it without alcohol.
But after all, Chen Feng came from a thousand years ago. Although he was not an alcoholic, he still had a habit of having a drink when he felt like it.
Today was a great day, but he couldn't drink at all, which made him feel very empty, but he couldn't say anything.
"Why do you look so depressed? Aren't you happy that you won first place?"
Tang Tianxin, who was sitting next to him, raised a goblet filled with pure natural orange juice, waved it in front of his eyes, and said so.
Chen Feng shrugged, "It's okay."
Tang Tianxin suddenly said something that people didn't like to hear, "Are you infected by Ding Hu? I have read your file and you are a genetic synthesizer."
Chen Feng asked back: "General Tang, are you being racist?"
"I'm not racist. There is no concept of race anymore. Moreover, there has never been a synthetic human who can reach your level. What I'm talking about is not just the speed of progress, but your current ability. In synthetic humans,
It’s unprecedented here.”
Chen Feng didn't know how to answer her, "Thank you for the compliment."
"Although this comes a little late, you may not understand the significance of your appearance. You have proved that the upper limit of synthetic humans is as high as that of ordinary people. What you have changed is not just your citizen level. I believe that starting from today
, there will be more synthetics like you getting fair treatment."
Chen Feng asked in confusion: "How do you say this?"
His previous social status was too low, and he had never been exposed to or considered the profound social system issues mentioned by Tang Tianxin.
Since he was "banned" for quietly spreading doomsday remarks before, he is no longer interested in criticizing current ills in this era.
"Not all low-income households are willing to be useless, especially the large number of synthetics among them. In the past, it was generally believed that top geniuses were difficult to emerge among synthetics. No matter how hard they worked, they could only do some basic work at most.
.You have adapted the concepts of the times, and countless people will be grateful for your contribution."
"Oh, that's really touching. Then can you give me a reward and let me get the permission of Xuanwu Academy? Or you can give me the permission of Pangu Academy to check past data."
"What do you want these for?" Tang Tianxin asked.
Chen Feng thought an opportunity had come, "Because I love learning, and learning makes me happy."
"Sorry, I can't. The knowledge system of each kind of knowledge is too huge, especially now that you have proven your talent in combat. In order to protect your talent and make the best use of it, the military is even less likely to allow you to come into contact with it.
That redundant information."
Chen Feng was silent.
At this moment, he deeply realized what it means to not change your wrongs and not to change your fate.
I have worked so hard and my talents are beyond recognition, but in the end my efforts have gone in the wrong direction!
grass!
"Furthermore, the army-wide competition and the research institute's recruitment are two different systems."
"Are you not allowed to cross the border at all?"
"Not allowed."
Chen Feng shrugged, "Then this era is really boring. Even the objects of the simulated battle are also in human form. I have such a lack of imagination. No wonder..."
He wanted to say that it was no wonder he lost, but after realizing that nothing had happened yet, it was useless to say more.
Just thinking about the inevitable end, he looked even more listless.
I thought this time would be different from the past, but it turned out to be no different. It was really boring.
Forget it, I've almost finished practicing the Azure Dragon Armor anyway, and my citizen level seems to have reached the top, so it's probably time to take a break.
In Chen Feng's view, he would not be able to achieve military success without a real war, so the rank of second lieutenant and the corresponding first-level citizen privileges he had just raised should be his highest achievement during this time travel.
After all, the real war goes from start to finish so quickly, only a few minutes. Then all mankind goes to sleep, and there is no way to talk about meritorious service and promotion.
Forget it, just stay there peacefully, then choose a more durable warship, get on board with the battleship inside, and then we'll see what happens.
As for how much we can see, we can only talk about personnel matters and let fate dictate.
After reading this, it's probably time to die.
Chen Feng thought about it carefully and felt that no matter how hard he worked during the process, he could still see the outcome at a glance, which was boring and frustrating.
But he also knew that what he had to do was to try every means to change the outcome.
Being downhearted doesn't mean that he will give up easily. He just doesn't want to ignite himself too passionately before he can see the hope of final success.
There's no point in being enthusiastic. It's better to do your best calmly.
After all, to achieve great things, people rely on persistence, not short-term burning fighting spirit.
Holding on is harder than burning.
What really hit him were Tang Tianxin's words.
He is so pretentious that he has poked a hole in the ceiling of mankind, but he is still not allowed to cross the border.
This is clearly the system artificially creating difficulties for him and hindering him from carrying out his work.
When he was a good-for-nothing low-income householder, he was obsessed with the high-welfare and fine-division of labor model of this era. He thought it was great and made it easier for him to become a gangster.
But when he really wanted to climb up, he felt annoyed by the ubiquitous restrictions on authority.
Gradually, he came to believe that the system of the current era seemed to maximize the functions of every person with the ability to work, but this system was too dead, cutting off human creativity and making everyone unable to function from birth.
You are not qualified to choose your own life.
As Tang Tianxin said, synthetic humans are born into low-income households and lack educational resources and good guidance. Even if they are talented, they will most likely end up as low-income households.
A screw will always be a screw, and the wisdom born in the garbage will still be buried in the garbage.
Even the most basic right of ordinary screws to choose which machine to serve is virtually stifled.
On the surface, in this timeline, the level of human science and technology has indeed made great strides due to the self-sacrifice of successive generations, but Chen Feng believes that perhaps it could have been done better.
More than 100,000 martyrs did not need to make such cruel sacrifices.
But now all this has become a foregone conclusion and he is powerless to change it.
All of this dampened his enthusiasm after crossing over this time.
Well, forget it.
You have come this far, read all the information you need to read, and then try to climb a little bit step by step to see where you can end up, and then just wait for death.
