Earth Destruction Plan

"General Lyman, don't talk about eating this table, I'm full!" Hao Zhitsk exclaimed.

"Haha, you are too polite. In fact, they are all synthetic foods made by 3D printers. However, the nutrition and taste are not bad. It is only in this era that you can still have the opportunity to eat such big dishes. , If at the time you were born, many of the menu items were out of ingredients..." General Lyman laughed, holding his chopsticks but couldn't catch the slippery dish in front of him.

It seems that it is easy to download knowledge. This skill of using chopsticks is not downloadable. Lehman is a European after all, and the tableware of the land fleet is generally disposable knives, forks and spoons. Chopsticks are not widely used. Even some Asian soldiers no longer know how to use chopsticks.

After eating a meal, Xiao Liangzi almost vomited. Before leaving, he caught a sea cucumber.

The place to live is even more comfortable. Although it is not luxurious, it is inside the army after all, but whether it is Hao Zhi or Lele, each has a suite, a room with thick carpets, air-conditioning, hot water and electric. The massage bed, and even the door of everyone's room is equipped with a soldier standing guard. As long as you greet you, you will be available at any time, and you will have everything you need.

"How long is the Blood Moon Man from Jupiter's orbit?" Hao Zhi lay on the bed, rolled comfortably, and then asked Duan Mutong through the communicator on the bracelet.

Duan Mutong paused for a long time before speaking: "What did you just ask? I went to take a bath..."

"I'm asking the Blood Moon how many days are left here?" Hao Zhi repeated.

"According to the latest news from the International Interstellar Network, Li Weigang has already led the Twelve Stars to set off. At the current speed, there is about one and a half days left!"

"So fast?" Hao Zhi gaped, "Don't these extraterrestrial grandchildren need to rest?"

"Who knows, it's all the same as fighting with chicken blood, but I don't think Li Weigong is in a hurry to attack. After all, Liu Ye is dead. In his heart, he must think that the earth is already within easy reach. We can use his pride. An ambush in his mind."

"Do you know it in your heart?" Hao Zhi suddenly sat up from the bed.

Duan Mutong was silent for a while: "I'm not sure, the disparity in military strength is too great, even the gods can't win this battle! All we can do is delay the enemy until they run out of energy reserves. There will be more or less chances!"

"Well, this seems to be the point that Liu Ye has always insisted on. After the long-distance attack of the Blood Moon people reaches the solar system, it is the end of the crossbow. It is our only chance to use up their reserve energy in this battle!" Hao Zhi affirmed decisively! Duan Mutong's idea.

"It’s useless to think so much. Why not take a good rest and sleep for a few hours. General Lehmann will definitely approach us to discuss countermeasures. He doesn’t have many ideas in his mind. He must rely on us in combat. In my opinion, as long as we don’t grab merit from him, there won’t be any big contradictions. He just wants to keep his position. There is not much wickedness..." Duan Mutong yawned and hung up. The communicator.

After hanging up the contact with Hao Zhi, Duan Mutong suddenly felt heart palpitations, dizziness suddenly, as if drunk, and the world in front of him quickly blurred.

Oops, is it poisoned while eating? An idea flashed in her mind, but she quickly dispelled it. It is impossible. Lehman would not want to kill himself. Besides, one of the reasons why he chose to eat Chinese food was also because Chinese food was eaten on the same plate. Many suspicions can be avoided.

But I haven't drunk alcohol, so how come I have such a strange feeling?

She was in a daze, she couldn't see anything, she was groping and wanted to go back to the bed and lie down for a while, but before she could touch the edge of the bed, she fell over!

Jupiter...blood moon...defense...

A few keywords lingered in her mind all the time, like the key to open a certain password library, unlocking some of the blockades in her memory layer by layer, and presenting the contents in front of Duan Mutong's eyes...

Inside, there was a person locked, a woman who looked exactly like herself, but she was much more mature than herself. In her impression, it seemed to be her own mother, Duan Mu Cong, but Duan Mu Tong soon realized that, No, the woman who slowly emerged from the ocean deep in her heart was Wang Yanke.

The instigator of their own lives, the relationship between them is probably the strangest in human history. They are not mothers and daughters, nor grandchildren, and it seems inappropriate to say that they are relatives. They are not the same person, but they are the same person...

Tonger...Wang Yanke smiled and stood in front of Duan Mutong, calling her name softly, but she shouldn't have known her name. When she was born, Wang Yanke had been dead for many years. ...

"Don't be surprised, your name and the name of your next generation of clones, if there are any, have been stored in your memory, and they are all taken by me..." Wang Yanke laughed.

"I...Is this dreaming?"

"Of course not!" Wang Yanke smiled.

"Then you, are you a ghost? Why can you talk to me?"

"I am Wang Yanke hidden in your consciousness. Actually, you are also yourself. You are just talking to your own consciousness."

"Then it's still a dream..." Duan Mutong shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"No, it's different. I have stored my personality and thinking mode in a partition of your brain. When you encounter keywords that I set, they will be opened like a password lock. This partition of your brain will form a personality independently, which belongs to Wang Yanke’s personality thinking mode, which can read my past memories. In addition, the rest is yourself, these two independent personalities. Talking..."

"In other words, you locked your soul deep in my consciousness?"

"Well, but it’s different from what you think. I didn’t intend to occupy your body and make your consciousness disappear or something. Even though I planned it this way at the beginning, when Hao Zhi recovers, I will give him one. Wang Yanke is exactly the same, but later, I discovered in Duanmu Cong’s body that this is impossible. You have your own lives and different life experiences, and even have completely different selves and cognitions from mine. You forcefully occupy yours. The body is equivalent to killing you with your own hands..."

"So you changed your plan and let me be the microphone between the past you and the present Hao Zhi?"

"No~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I just sealed some news that must be given to you in your memory. When the time is right, these memories will help you, maybe, help you escape the catastrophe."

"Then... what about you afterwards?" Duan Mutong quickly asked as Wang Yanke's figure faded away.

"I'm dead, and maybe I can meet Hao Zhi someday, but it's definitely not in your image. What you see now, the me in your consciousness, is the right that I leave to you A piece of paper, a piece of paper with certain information... Tong'er, you are the angel I created. You will accompany him well for me, don’t you love him?"

"I didn't say to love him!" Duan Mutong pouted.

"Look...this is the difference between you and me. You are you, and you are not my substitute. You were too concerned about this before. If you love someone with confidence, you will have a wonderful life. Yes, come on!"

With that, Wang Yanke's figure faded again, she seemed to have walked into a vague and ambiguous haze, in the milky white world getting lighter and lighter, a fragrance accompanied by Wang Yanke's disappearance Slowly emerges like an unknown flower that suddenly blooms in the summer afternoon, and the refreshing taste makes Duanmutong fall asleep deeply...