Chapter 292: Wake Up
Fifty-seven seconds!
The survival time was too short, and the simulation system didn't even give an evaluation.
Sun Lang was stunned. He only remembered that after the airdrop capsule landed, the hatch automatically popped open. Before he had time to remove the protective gear on his body, he saw a bomb flying in.
He didn't even see . He just felt a black shadow flash by, and then a white light appeared in front of his eyes.
A large halo appeared behind his head.
"How could I die so quickly?"
Sun Lang couldn't believe it and patted his head. If he were on a real battlefield, would he be considered the lowest level cannon fodder?
This interstellar war really cannot be judged by common sense.
"No, we must first turn off the automatic pop-up device of the hatch." Sun Lang whispered secretly, "Hide in the airborne capsule first, observe the surrounding situation, and then find a chance to get out. I don't believe it..."
Suddenly, Sun Lang thought of a better way.
Since the mission requires eight hours, how about he hide in the space capsule for eight hours, without opening the hatch and never going out?
No matter what, as long as you can get through these eight hours, you will get your first 'S'.
Of course, this method can only be used when you have no other choice.
After all, this real battlefield simulation system is designed to train the user's ability to survive in such a cruel environment, and almost every death can learn something new.
What's the point of staying at spawn for eight hours just to get an 'S' rating?
The next 'S' rated mission will definitely require him to walk out of the cabin, and he will still face various dangers outside the airborne capsule at that time, which means he has just wasted the previous eight hours.
“Again!”
Sun Lang gritted his teeth and clicked on the Hell Battlefield again. This time he was not so careless.
Although he didn't know what the figure that flashed by before was, he was sure that it was a psychic creature, a psychic creature he had never seen before.
He guessed it was the Zerg, but couldn't think of a corresponding name.
When the drop capsule landed again, the hatch did not open.
Sun Lang turned on his protective gear, looked alert, tightly gripped the assault rifle in his hand, and carefully observed the jungle environment outside through the window.
The captain of his team said: "According to the instructions of the combat manual, we should send two members out for reconnaissance first. Tiger and Little Wolf, you two go."
"good!"
The two young team members who received the instructions nodded in unison. Their faces turned a little pale and you could see sweat on their foreheads due to nervousness.
Just as they were about to open the hatch, Sun Lang stopped them: "No, you can't go out now. It's dangerous outside."
"What's the danger?" the captain asked him.
"If I open the hatch now, a monster will throw a bomb in. Let me observe for a while."
"What?"
The captain was stunned and asked, "A monster can drop bombs? How do you know? Can you predict the future? No way..."
"Fox, how do you know?" The team member codenamed Tiger also asked Sun Lang.
In this team, Sun Lang's code name is Fox.
"Something's wrong." The team member codenamed Little Wolf's face changed. "We are not prophetic. Are we in a simulation system? Are we simulated characters? Are we dead?"
"Ah? You can realize that you are fake?"
Sun Lang was shocked and blurted out subconsciously.
He was stunned and for a moment he forgot what he should do.
How could this happen? Isn't this just a virtual world like a game? Why would these virtual characters realize that they are fake?
Questions flashed through Sun Lang's mind, so many that his brain almost crashed. He could only bite the bullet and say, "You...you listen to me, the current situation is..."
The captain interrupted him: "Don't bother talking, brother, what year is it in the new calendar now?"
"Forehead……"
Sun Lang was confused. How would he know what the new calendar was? Was it the imperial calendar mentioned in the system?
He really didn't know how to deal with the current situation.
He stammered and chatted with a few team members, listening to everyone's last wishes.
In the end, there was really no other way, so Sun Lang could only open the hatch and try his luck: "Listen to me, I will try my best to convey your last wishes to your family. Now let us go out and complete the mission."
Unexpectedly, as soon as the hatch was opened, several bombs were thrown in.
Seeing this scene, Sun Lang was overwhelmed.
Before he could make any move, a burst of white light appeared in front of his eyes again.
You are dead
"Is this simulation system intentional?" Sun Lang felt a headache. "If the door is opened, they will die. It seems that we must rush out the moment the door is opened, and we must not let other team members notice anything unusual."
After two simulations, Sun Lang was no longer as confident as he was at the beginning.
He thought that with his abilities, even if he couldn't survive eight hours safely, he would be able to survive one or two hours to adapt to the difficulty.
As a result, in the first two trials, he didn't even get out of the birth point, and the second time lasted less than ten minutes.
If every area of this battlefield is this dangerous...
How many times does he have to die before he can survive the eight hours required by the mission?
This is just one 'S'. He couldn't even imagine getting seven 'S's.
"Well, how about going to a simple battlefield to adapt first?"
For some reason, Sun Lang suddenly had this thought.
After all, the difficulty of the battlefield is increasing. For someone like him who is experiencing a simulation system for the first time, perhaps he should start with the simplest one.
Thinking of this, he shook his head and clicked the [Exit] button in the simulation system.
[The second most handsome man in the universe, do you want to exit the simulation system? ]
【yes】
After clicking, the scene in front of me suddenly went dark, all the interfaces disappeared, and a fine mechanical sound came to my ears.
More than ten robotic arms in the room surrounded him, removing the simulation equipment on his body one by one, and quickly took him out of the simulation area.
"call……"
When he saw the interior of the spacecraft again, Sun Lang let out a breath, feeling inexplicably dazed.
Although it was only simulated twice, the simulated world was so real that it seemed like he was really in another world, and the other nine team members also died with him twice.
Especially the second simulation.
During the conversation just now, he learned that the young team member code-named "Little Wolf" was already engaged.
After the battle, the little wolf will go back and marry his lover.
But Xiaolang said sadly that they were put into the simulation system, which meant that they had died in the war, and what lived in the system was just a memory written into the system and a part of the personality simulated.
He hoped Sun Lang could help him go back and see how his fiancée was doing.
But what can Sun Lang do?
He didn't even know where the empire they were talking about was, or how many light years away from him it was.
Even if he knew, he couldn't travel to the starry sky and could only be like a frog in a well, trapped on this small planet.
Life is a broken mirror. Everyone lives with regrets and dies with regrets, and will never get a complete result.
There are so many regrets that even a free-spirited person like Sun Lang feels a lot of emotion: "How wonderful it would be if there was a world without war, without oppression, where everyone is equal and everything is beautiful."
"How did you suddenly realize this?" Chang Rufeng joked and asked him with a smile, "How does it feel to be in the system?"
"It's difficult. Too difficult." Sun Lang shook his head and answered truthfully.
Then he looked at Su Xia and said seriously: "Commander, I take back what I said before. This system is so real. After loading it, it feels like I have really arrived under the starry sky of another world."
"Do you want to keep trying?" Su Xia asked him.
"Well, I must get an 'S' rating!"
Sun Lang is not a person who gives up easily. Let alone failing twice, he would continue to try even if he failed two hundred times.
In order to climb a high mountain with bare hands, he failed more than thirty times. The most serious failure broke his hands, feet and spine. After trying again and again, he finally climbed up and conquered the sacred mountain revered by the locals.
Su Xia smiled and said, "Then stay in the camp for the time being. You can eat and live with the people in my organization."
"Is he a member of the Beifeng Organization?" Sun Lang's eyes lit up.
"Yes, it's them."
"Okay!" Sun Lang nodded happily, "I've long wanted to see the famous Beifeng Organization! What about you, Chang Rufeng?"
"I?"
Chang Rufeng thought for a moment and said, "Visitors from the interstellar world are hard to come by. There is still a lot I want to know, and I haven't even finished reading the Interstellar Encyclopedia. This is an opportunity that others can't even think of... If the commander doesn't mind, I would like to stay too."
"Of course I don't mind. I'll let Ping An and the others make arrangements for you two."
In this way, the two pub members stayed temporarily.
As for the guy who was still unconscious, the two discussed it and decided to have Chang Rufeng send him to the nearest tavern contact point.
Next, the old dean, Wang Luo and others went to experience the simulation system.
After the experience, they all marveled at the magic of this system.
"If it can be popularized and there are enough equipment, this system can help us train countless soldiers at the same time." Wang Luo said.
It’s a pity that such training is still too luxurious for the human race on this planet.
Dragon City and Oasis Camp will consciously train every member, but other organizations are different.
For many small organizations, anyone with a gun can be considered a qualified fighter, regardless of whether they have been trained or not.
After experiencing the hell battlefield, they came to the same conclusion as Sun Lang.
"It's difficult, it's really too difficult." An old professor sighed, "With your spiritual power suppressed and you being able to only be an ordinary person, how can you survive for eight hours in such a cruel battlefield?"
"Dean, how long did you survive in your first simulation?" Zhang Fang asked the old dean beside him with interest.
"You little brat, you want a fight, don't you?"
The old dean snorted and did not answer directly.
It seems to be fifty-seven seconds too!
Zhang Fang thought about it in his mind but didn't dare to say it out loud for fear of being beaten.
At this time, Wang Luo coughed lightly and said, "In fact, even if our spiritual energy is not suppressed, we probably won't survive for more than eight hours."
"Yes, it's the Shadow Hunter."
The old dean was well-informed and recognized the Zerg creature that dropped the bomb. He said, "In the shadow area, this kind of bug can almost perfectly hide itself. It is a natural assassin, and the jungle terrain is just in their favor."
It is extremely difficult to survive for eight hours in a terrifying jungle full of hunters.
In the experience just now, the one who lived the longest was Wang Luo.
In the third simulation, he successfully repelled the first wave of attacking bugs, left the drop capsule, and headed for the gathering place. However, after walking for just over ten minutes, he was unfortunately hit by the debris of the exploding space capsule in the sky.
There are dangers everywhere, and the jungle is like hell.
After trying, everyone's previous idea of "coming from behind" was dispelled, as they knew that it was extremely difficult to get seven "S" evaluations in this hell.
"Let's not waste time. There are still many people up there who haven't come down yet." Wang Luo said, "Come back when you want to simulate it later."
"Well, time is precious, let's take them down first."
Everyone agreed.
This simulation system is just a small surprise.
The real surprise was the wreckage itself.
Its manufacturing method, the special materials used, its energy technology, etc. are all what the old dean and others want to know urgently.
The information Hal brought with him was a huge resource library, which surprised the old dean and others.
At that time, the mechanical race turned the tide by using the alien technology.
Now, the human race has finally waited for this day.
When the news first reached Longcheng, the old dean and his colleagues thought it was a completely shattered wreckage that they could only dismantle slowly and obtain the key technology through reverse research.
They didn't expect that there were living alien engineers in the wreckage, as well as an intelligent system Hal who recognized Su Xia as the captain.
With Hal's help, the human race on this planet can avoid many detours.
"Should we wake up those two sleeping engineers?"
There is no consensus on this issue.
Not only in the Oasis Camp, but also in the two ruins in the forest, there are still living aliens.
Now, only Su Xia has the right to wake them up actively.
But Su Xia couldn't make up her mind, so she asked the old dean and Wang Luo to discuss it with them.
"The sleeping aliens look like ordinary humans, not some weird special races in the sky. I think they should understand the difficulties faced by the humans on this planet and offer help."
Most academics think this way, and they hope to wake up these aliens.
As soon as everyone left the wreckage and returned to the ground, the dispute began.
The research institute represented by Wang Luo objected: "They have knowledge that we don't know. What should we do if they wake up and do something behind the scenes?"
"Let's take a step back and say that if you had been asleep for more than 20 years and woke up to find yourself surrounded by a group of indigenous people with a low civilization, what would you do?"
A young researcher from the 051 Institute spoke loudly and waved his hand, blocking out all the voices from the academic side.
The two sides were in a stalemate for a while, and it seemed that no one could convince the other.
As they were talking, someone became excited, rolled up his sleeves, and prepared to fight.
Among the Dragon City team that came this time, the number of people representing the city lord's faction was the smallest - only five people.
The captain of these five people is called Li Feng, one of the city lord's assistants.
He and four other team members stood aside awkwardly, unable to intervene in the dispute between the academic faction and the research institute, and could only wait silently for the dispute to end.
Su Xia was also standing nearby, and asked Li Feng with a smile, "How is the health of the City Lord recently?"
"My Lord City Lord is in good health. Thank you for your concern, Commander." Li Feng answered seriously, "It's just that there have been rumors everywhere in the city recently, and the appearance of the Undead has also brought a lot of chaos. There are many things to do in the city, and I am a little too busy for the time being. Otherwise, I would definitely come here in person this time."
"Hmm... Do these two factions often fight in Dragon City?"
Su Xia pointed at the people who were arguing and asked.
Li Feng smiled bitterly, nodded and said, "Yes, the academic school advocates 'a gentleman should act with his hands, not with his mouth'. If you can convince the other party, you don't need to waste time on verbal disputes."
"Well, that makes sense."
Su Xia laughed, didn't ask any more questions, and continued to watch the two groups arguing.
On the grass above the wreckage, the two sides were arguing constantly and the noise was loud, and the scene was very chaotic for a while.
Some people were shouting at the top of their lungs, spitting all over the floor, while others were swinging their fists at each other.
In the chaotic crowd, Zhang Fang hugged the old dean and said anxiously, "Dean, you are old, don't rush up to fight with those young people."
"What do you mean by old?"
The old dean stared with his eyes wide open, his whole body shook, and he directly pushed Zhang Fang away.
As the only level five creature here, if he joins the melee, the situation will instantly turn to the academic side.
The institute did not back down.
The young man who asked the question initially blushed and stood on a rock and shouted, "I still ask the same question. Put yourself in their shoes. If you had been asleep for more than 20 years and woke up to find the current situation, what would you do?"
It was this question that stumped everyone in the academic community.
What they wanted was just the knowledge and experience in the aliens' minds, and they had not yet considered the scenario of the aliens losing control.
At this moment, Sun Lang, who had always been an outsider, suddenly spoke.
"If it were me, I would cooperate with the human race on this planet, reverse the situation, fight back, defeat the mechanical race, and restore the glory of the human race."
Sun Lang's voice was not loud, but it was like a sharp sword piercing into the chaos between the two sides.
He paused, then continued, "Then, I will write this experience into my autobiography and publish it so that future generations will also know about this legend."
