Quick Travel: From Beginner to Master

The sky in Cambridge is blue, and the nimble skylarks are hovering on the horizon.

It made a melodious and loud cry, swooped down, landed among the lush fruit branches, got in, and disappeared.

The fruit tree where the skylark rested temporarily was an apple tree. It is said that the man who discovered gravity was hit on the head by the fruit of this tree.

Did this interesting thing happen to great scientists?The real situation is no longer available.

But the public is generally willing to accept this little story because it adds a touch of humor and romance to rational and rigorous science.

Gothic and Victorian-style buildings are scattered in the campus, and the Cam River, a poet named Xu, is willing to indulge in its soft waves, flows quietly by.

Trinity College has green grass. On the lawn, students are holding books, standing or sitting. Their thoughts are constantly jumping, resonating with the author's views expounded in the book, and sparking collisions.

Here, Cambridge University is a well-known academic holy land and a paradise of knowledge and freedom.

Its sacred and transcendent status protects this world from the ravages of war.

Country y and country d have reached a tacit agreement that fighting will not cause damage to each other's famous universities.

This tacit understanding allowed the teachers and students in Kangqiao to survive the war unharmed, and their work and life continued as usual without being affected.

At the same time, during World War II, the university also took in domestic and foreign scientists who were exiled here, giving them a peaceful environment so that they could concentrate on their research.

The original owner was admitted to the Department of Physics in Kangqiao, which was the same major that Ling Liang studied before traveling through time.

After he completed his undergraduate studies at Tsingta University, he passed the direct doctorate application with excellent results and followed his tutor for more in-depth practice and study.

Coming here to study now is also a novel experience for him.

Ling Liang's course was very easy and exciting.

At this time, Western classrooms were still very serious, without those empty-headed pretensions, and they would not ask students annoying questions that had nothing to do with the learning content, in order to maintain their so-called "political correctness."

Men’s rights and women’s rights, black civil rights, gay rights, pacifism, environmentalism…

Conflicts must of course be resolved, but emphasizing these over and over again in a classroom that simply imparts knowledge to students is obviously inappropriate.

Can students immediately change this stubborn society?

None of them have stepped out of the ivory tower yet.

Doing so will only increase students' hostility.

There are very few people who can completely and thoroughly understand various "rights" and "isms" with a clear distinction between right and wrong. The vast majority of them just follow what others say.

And when more people follow the trend, things will be pushed into a more complicated situation, and it will become more difficult to solve the problem.

The professor on the podium was a thin old man. He had finished a wonderful lecture and it happened to be time.

The professor nodded solemnly, closed the book, picked up the black umbrella he carried with him all year round next to the blackboard, solemnly said goodbye to the students, straightened his body and walked out.

The students below also packed up their things, chatted and laughed and left the classroom.

Ling Liang carried two professional books and walked leisurely on the path.

Seeing that he was in a good mood, 999 took the opportunity to ask him for instructions: "Host, look, the day when the D Army launches an air raid is getting closer and closer. Do we want to take care of this matter?"

Ling Liang suddenly stopped.

He has thought carefully about what 999 said several times, but every time he could not make a decisive decision.

It is true that out of humanitarianism and respect for life, he should take the initiative to remind the other party to prepare for large-scale bombing.

But based on personal selfishness, country Z has a feud with them, and Ling Liang is determined not to care about the life and death of the people of country y.

However, the original owner is still watching him perform tasks in the system space. If he sees that he is clearly capable of helping Country Y but does nothing, he may be dissatisfied with him, which will lead to a significant reduction in his task rewards.

Ugh……

It's hard to do.

Ling Liang was rarely entangled for a while, and finally made up his mind, "In this case, you go and remind the military of Country Y, but it's up to them whether you believe it or not."

999 thinks so too.

Being able to tell them the news that the D Army is about to launch an air strike is already overwhelming. It and its host cannot and cannot do other things.

It doesn't matter whether Country Y's military believes it or not. Anyway, they have fulfilled their duty of warning, and the original owner cannot blame them.

Therefore, before Country D was about to launch this extremely brutal air battle that lasted for more than half a year, the intelligence department of Country Y received an unusually concise telegram from an unknown source.

The telegram stated that the capital would be attacked by air raids in the fifteenth day.

The minister, who has thinning hair and is becoming more and more "Mediterranean", holds a piece of paper with information written on it and has a solemn expression on his face.

"Is this coming from our comrades lurking inside the enemy?"

he asked the intelligence officer on the other side.

The intelligence officer denied his view, "No, sir. The message came from a completely unfamiliar band, and the other party did not confirm the identity of the code with us halfway."

The minister reached out and touched the smooth top of his head, which was his habitual action when he felt in trouble.

"The airstrike hit our capital. The identity of the sender is unclear. Is this incident true or false..."

The minister felt clueless, but the matter was of great importance, and he did not dare to take it lightly, so he quickly reported the news.

At a long table, a group of government and military officials discussed this intelligence.

Air combat is not scary, and officials have full confidence in their country.

Their air force is not weak, their fighter planes are advanced, and they have local combat advantages. It is absolutely impossible for country D to seize air supremacy in their hands!

What will really be hit hard by an air strike are the countless buildings and millions of citizens on the ground.

Hospitals, companies, churches, residential areas, and the military factories where they produce weapons...

If the intelligence is accurate, they must rescue all war preparation supplies and complete the resettlement of citizens within fifteen days.

This is a huge project that requires an astronomical amount of manpower and material resources.

But if the intelligence is false, a boring prank that may have some purpose, then all the measures they take will directly highlight the stupidity and ridiculousness of the country's commanders.

When they were held accountable afterwards, they could not escape the blame.

Should we ignore this information, or should we assume it is true and race against time to move people and supplies?

The military commander was anxious and hesitant, pacing back and forth in front of the long table, making everyone's heads spin.

Finally, he slapped his forehead and looked at the top representative sent by the government.

The two people's eyes met, and they both read each other's thoughts with firm eyes.

Half a month later, the air raid came as promised.

Tons and tons of bombs were dropped over the city, rapidly falling on roofs, trees, and streets, bombarding this bustling city indiscriminately.

The air force of country y had already fought several blocking battles on the way, annihilating part of the d army.

But perhaps history is irreversible, and the information given by 999 was too general. Even if they made sufficient preparations this time, they failed to successfully block the enemy from country y's airspace.

However, compared with the previous life, the results of this life are much better.

Important materials were transported away in time, and people hid in safe areas. The number of casualties was less than [-]. Country Y also took the opportunity to cause a wave of misery to the international community.

In front of the ruins.

A little girl held her mother's hand, her white tutu was stained with dust, and she held a dirty rabbit doll tightly in her arms.

After looking around, the little girl asked her mother in confusion: "Where is our house? I remember we lived here."

They did live here before, but after the baptism of artillery fire, this house has been razed to the ground.

The girl was too young to understand what war really meant.

She'll also be sad because her mother didn't rescue the neighbor's bear doll that was the rabbit doll.

But her father, in order to protect the sky above their heads, had died in a blocking battle four days ago.

"Mom, where is our home? I want to go home, I want to eat cookies, and I want to play with Laura."

The little girl looked up at her mother and said innocently.

"go home……"

The mother looked a little stunned and repeated in a low voice.

She knelt down and gently held her daughter in her arms, "Yes, there will be one day. It's just that, baby, you may need to wait."

The city they relied on for survival was destroyed, but as long as people are still alive, their homes will be rebuilt one day.

A rapid air defense siren sounded again over the city, and a large number of fighter jets appeared in the distance.

Another round of bombings came.

The girl was picked up by her mother, who gently protected her head with her right hand, and they ran forward quickly amidst the roar of the plane.

Going back to the dark underground.

The smell there was so bad, there was no sun, and there were no stars blinking at her at night.

The girl's heart was filled with regret. She pressed her tender cheek against her mother's shoulder, remembering the lovely daisies squeezed out of the cracked stones of the subway.

Okay, okay, if you can't see the sun or stars, then you can just talk to Xiao Hua.