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Chapter 1245 We will definitely win.
Don't give people hope too easily, lest their illusions be shattered.

Even Wang Yunxiao himself wasn't sure if the Compass Project would be able to operate successfully.

He felt that even the president might not be confident, otherwise he wouldn't have called Young Master Huang back as a backup plan.

Whether you can survive the great tide depends not on whether your worldline can be preserved, but on how much of it can be preserved.

If you open your eyes and find that your mother is not your mother, your father is not your father, your wife is not your wife, and your son is not your son, what value does this world have?
High tides are like viruses that invade the body. It's good if you can survive them, but if they destroy your body's immune system, you'll still die if a more dangerous virus invades next time.

Whether the Star Chart Project was successful is hard to say, but the anchor point it laid was indeed strong enough that even during the shutdown and restart process, Wang Yunxiao forgot who he was, but still firmly remembered the name "Luo Yao".

It's like a compressed package that has compressed information to the extreme, turning a handful of sand into a diamond.

The instant he came into contact with the temporal and spatial tidal fluctuations of the Hong Kong region, countless pieces of information were released from this compressed file, making him feel once again the chains binding him.

The other end of the chain leads to the world line where the star chart is located.

If possible, Wang Yunxiao also wanted to save the survivors on this post-apocalyptic timeline. After all, this was, in a way, his true home.

But he couldn't guarantee it.

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

When he opened his eyes again, he was back in that boundless desert.

The torches in the sky have been extinguished, but the white pagoda in the sea of ​​sand still stands tall as ever, enduring the wear and tear of a thousand years without collapsing.

The ancient dragon court set off, but one dragon maiden left behind her remains.

Li Chang'an, alone with his sword, suppressed the historical line of Tianmen for sixty years.

The unknown dragon maiden, under the guidance of Xu Shijie, who claimed to be a sorcerer from beyond the realm, used her own remains to lock away 2,800 years of history.

Did she succeed?
Wang Yunxiao didn't know the answer.

All he knew was that the storm brought by the great tide had subsided, and what he needed to do now was find his way back.

Although the torch has disappeared, the white tower in the desert remains, as do the chains behind him.

I have no problem going back myself, but how many people can I pick up along the way?
Wang Yunxiao was reluctant to think about this question.

Another question he was even less willing to think about was whether he would be able to see Li Mumu after he went back.

I dare not think about it, for fear that if I think too much, I won't be able to walk.

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"This is the fifth day of the fifth month of the fourth year of the Ming Dynasty. The Astronomical Bureau is broadcasting a wide-area message to the army, navy, air force, and local militia: the high tide has ended, and your mission is complete. Please respond upon receipt! Please respond upon receipt!"

The broadcast voice in my mind kept repeating itself; this was the eighty-sixth time it had been broadcast today.

But no one gets annoyed, because each broadcast has the potential to rescue a large number of lost comrades from outer dimensions.

As teleportation lights flashed, figures of soldiers, battered and bruised, exhausted, and even unconscious, appeared on the ship's deck. The moment they teleported back, the medical team rushed forward, helping them onto stretchers for emergency treatment.

Wei Liuyun stood expressionless in the command room, crossing out the names one by one on the missing persons list in his hand.

There's nothing to be happy about, because some of the missing people simply won't appear on this list.

Due to the influence of time and space tides, they may not have been born in the first place, or never joined the navy.

Conversely, there were many more strangers on the ship whom I had no recollection of, but whose identities I could find in the files.

Of course, these are all minor matters. What worries him most is that Wang Yunxiao has not yet returned.

The fact that the Second Fleet was able to maintain its complete structure after the high tide ended, and has now recovered most of its officers, soldiers, and warships, is mainly thanks to Wang Yunxiao, who has been promoted to Imperial Guard.

With the support of his "military town", the losses of the squadron were negligible.

However, as the person in charge of the military town, the pressure he personally had to bear was beyond imagination.

Unlike Wei Liuyun, Wang Yunxiao cultivated both the orthodox and unorthodox methods of the Fubing (府兵) school, making his combat prowess truly impeccable; he could easily take on the entire school in a one-on-one fight.

However, because all skill points were allocated to combat, some shortcomings inevitably arose in other areas.

I wonder how far he ran, and whether he can still hear the Astronomical Bureau's wide-area broadcast.

Just as Wei Liuyun was feeling uneasy, a streak of blood-red light suddenly flashed across the sky and crashed onto the deck like a thunderbolt.

"Alarm! Wait a minute... It's all on our side!"

A blood-red spear, scarred and mottled, shot through the air and landed squarely on the deck. From the spatial rift it tore open, squads of exhausted but well-organized naval officers and soldiers filed out.

Wei Liuyun let out a long breath, and his tense nerves finally relaxed.

Wang Yunxiao walked at the very back of everyone, and when he looked up, he met Wei Liuyun's gaze. They smiled at each other.

Every reunion is worth celebrating, but now is not the time to pop the champagne.

He raised his finger and pointed to the sky. Wei Liuyun nodded, and the two exchanged information through their eyes.

The squadron has regrouped, but his mission as a member of the Imperial Guard is not yet complete.

Turning around, he stepped into the spatial rift, and the next moment Wang Yunxiao reappeared on the mountain peak of the desolate star.

The Imperial Guard's network was in an uproar.

"Another one is back!"

"congratulations!"

"Still no news from Yuezhou..."

The Grand President is still fighting in the void and has not returned. Among the Imperial Guards, as of the time Wang Yunxiao returned, there were still five people who had not yet rejoined the team.

Within the empire's territory, Fusang Autonomous Prefecture, Yizhou Island, Yuezhou, and the Snow Region have lost contact. However, given that the overall situation remains intact, it is likely only a matter of time before contact is restored.

Now we can finally say with confidence that we have successfully weathered the great tide!
Of course, this doesn't mean everything is fine now; there will be countless tasks to handle after the return.

Wang Yunxiao had barely settled in when he received a new mission—to lead his second fleet north to re-establish contact with the Fusang Autonomous Prefecture.

In the midst of his busy schedule, he asked someone to inquire about the situation at Tianmen.

Xia Yubing, head of the Special Service Bureau's Containment Section, has gone missing.

Shen Qingxi, president of the Shen Group and leader of the Changsheng Sect, has gone missing.

The other one is obviously unnecessary to ask.

In other news, Han Bin and Yan Yu'an are missing.

Cheng Xuefei has gone missing.

Qin Xiangdong, the police chief of Nantong District, has gone missing.

Yang Yihang and Zhang Hanlin from the Special Service Section have gone missing.

Song Lili, a ninth-grade student at Qinghe Middle School, has gone missing.

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As the tides rose and fell, countless grains of sand were swept away by the waves and carried into the distance. Wang Yunxiao did not sleep all night.

The next day at noon, when the fleet arrived at Edo Port, it encountered a very strange situation.

The warships in the port not only refused to communicate, but also displayed an aggressive posture.

Upon seeing the Japanese flag raised by the defending troops, Wang Yunxiao did not hesitate for long and immediately ordered the artillery to bombard Edo and sink all surface ships that refused to surrender.

The bad news is that the original Fusang Autonomous Prefecture is probably no longer available.

The good news is, we can play it again.

The battle lasted for a day and a night. The enemy's fighting spirit was extremely strong, and their combat power was also quite considerable.

However, the Marine Corps' infantry formation still achieved a devastating effect.

On the second night, the squadron encountered the main Japanese fleet that had come to the rescue from Yokosuka Port. At the same time, the first squadron of the Ming Dynasty's Northern Fleet also arrived at the battlefield. After a night of naval battle, the Japanese fleet suffered heavy casualties, and the remaining fleet was unable to escape the battlefield and had no choice but to surrender.

With this, Japan was basically pacified.

"You're asking me what to do?"

The Japanese officially submitted their credentials, but after being passed on, Yang Qiming returned them to Wang Yunxiao.

With the President away, Yang Qiming had even more things to attend to and no time to concern himself with this matter.

Since they're not on our side, it doesn't matter. You guys figure it out.

Instead of spending time dealing with this Japan that's on some unknown timeline, it would be better to spend more time and energy bringing back the one that's already been properly trained.

Of course, they couldn't do it themselves; they had to wait for the Myriad Transformations Master to return from the void.

This is her territory.

"You know me. I'm just a warrior. How would I know anything about these things?"

When discussing it privately with Wei Liuyun, Wang Yunxiao bluntly said, "If you ask for my opinion, then I can only say... let's build a Jingguan (a mound of stones). We've built them before, and I think that landmark looks quite pleasing to the eye."

"The last time the president built a mound of skulls in Japan, he killed cultists and old noble samurai who were stubbornly resisting."

Wei Liuyun said helplessly, "Where are you going to find so many cultists now? The royal family has already surrendered. You can't just issue an eleven-fold execution order without distinguishing right from wrong, can you?"

"Wow... You, a cultured person, speak with such finesse."

"I was using a metaphor! A description! Don't misunderstand me!"

"If you didn't have this thought in your mind, how could you have uttered something like the eleven-shot kill order?"

"Ideas are ideas, and actions are actions; they should not be confused!"

This guy is boring.

Wei Liuyun may appear to be a cultured person on the surface, but in reality, he is a war fanatic at heart.

He didn't understand these political matters and dared not draw any conclusions.

At this moment, Wang Yunxiao couldn't help but start to miss his old friends Han Bin and Yan Yu'an.

If they were still alive, they would have come up with a solution long ago.

I wonder where these two menaces have been thrown to cause trouble now, and whether they can even find their way home.

Despite his words, Wang Yunxiao did not actually go and build the Jingguan (a mound of skulls).

The main problem is that there isn't enough time.

When the Master of Myriad Transformations returned from the void on May 15th, he had only just laid the foundation, and not even the bottom layer had been fully laid.

I was hoping to try and give myself another three months to do artistic creation.

As a result, he was summoned back to Tianmen by an official document.

Everyone is so busy they barely have time to breathe, why should you have time for artistic creation?

"The President has returned, but he is seriously injured and will need a long period of recuperation. If all goes well, the new government will hold a public election for a second president this October."

Wang Yunxiao looked at Yang Qiming with a puzzled expression.

What do you mean by telling me all this? Why do you insist on emphasizing that the President is seriously injured? Kang Su is the ultimate goal of our military strategy, whether she is injured or not... Do you think I don't know the President's style of doing things?

That's enough tasting, let's take it away!

"Do we need to vote too?"

"Of course we don't need to."

Yang Qiming waved his hand and said, "I called you here today to ask if you have any opinions or speculations about the selection of the new president. There are no outsiders here, so you can speak freely."

"I will always be loyal to Ms. Xu Ziwei!"

"I want you to speak your mind."

"There can be only one sun in the sky! There can be only one master in my heart! This is what I believe in my heart!"

"Okay, shut up."

Yang Qiming sighed helplessly, "Originally, I was planning to send you to help out that young master Huang, since your wife has some connections with him."

"Reporting, sir, my wife still hasn't been found!"

Wang Yunxiao's tone was firm: "And even if we assume there is a connection, I've always been straightforward and not good at weighing the pros and cons. My personal mistakes are a small matter, but I'm afraid I might accidentally cause a huge mess and bring trouble to the leader!"

"You're being a bit modest."

Yang Qiming picked up a document from the table and smiled, "This is the report you submitted a couple of days ago, which I have already read. In principle, we are currently preoccupied with our own problems and have no spare capacity to save others. Moreover, rashly introducing science and technology that is ahead of its time could easily cause unpredictable impacts on our current timeline, which I believe you understand."

Wang Yunxiao nodded vigorously and said, "This subordinate understands!"

Since we've started by discussing principles, there will definitely be a "but" next, followed by issues outside of those principles.

"However, I think there are indeed some debatable points in the reasons you wrote in your report. Those survivors are, after all, our compatriots, and more trustworthy than foreigners. In addition, the data they collected about the time annihilation in that era is of great value to us."

Yang Qiming tapped the table and said seriously, "It's not that there's no solution, but this method might be quite difficult. Originally, I thought that since you submitted the report, I would entrust this matter to you. But you said that you are too straightforward and not up to the task..."

"I can change it."

Wang Yunxiao immediately replied, "Please give me a chance to learn and improve, sir!"

"You're so damn straightforward!"

Yang Qiming laughed and scolded, "I still need to report this matter to the President, so don't rush me. Also, take this opportunity to settle your personal matters. When the workload comes, you won't have time to spare."

"You mean..."

"Get your wife back right now!"

(End of this chapter)