I farmed in military academy and crushed the entire intergalactic world.

Chapter 670 I can't beat them, I really can't beat them (4000 words)
At 4:40 a.m., the Ministry of Emergency Management Command Center.

Direct instructions from the decision-making level were issued at the highest level of secrecy, with concise wording and a menacing tone:
[The capital region has been identified as a Class A supernatural invasion incident. The Divine Revelation Project's collaborative operational protocol has been authorized. Codename: Stabilization of the Nation.]

[Each unit shall be assigned tasks according to Annexes 1 to 5. All operations must be deployed before dawn.]

Appendix 2 is a summary of information sent back along with the intelligence.

[If the population within a dungeon falls below three-quarters, the dungeon will be abandoned by default. If someone dies within the dungeon, they will become an anomaly, with a certain chance of becoming a new species and entering a deeper world.]

A precise intelligence report kept the bigwigs up all night.

Where did the news come from?
It was given to me in a dream by Lin Xiaohe.

It sounds absurd, but people still chose to believe it.

Before dawn, in the capital, there was no panic, only mobilization. All fear was compressed into precise action.

The military sealed off the Changping Line and evacuated all residential areas north of Huilongguan. The subway line was temporarily rerouted during the morning rush hour. The press releases were uniformly worded as "geological disaster emergency drill".

Among the evacuating residents, an old man was dragging a suitcase containing only a few clothes and a talisman he had collected for forty years.

The soldiers in charge of the evacuation saw it, but instead of confiscating it, they helped him carry it for a bit longer.

The door of the Institute of Archaeology of the Chinese Academy of Social Sciences was knocked on late at night.

Items that had never been publicly displayed before were brought out from the depths of the warehouse.

The tomb guardian beast made of Phoebe zhennan wood, the last imperial seal left by Emperor Chongzhen in the Qianqing Palace before his suicide, and a replica of the twelve-dragon and nine-phoenix crown unearthed from the Dingling Mausoleum.

The veteran craftsman from the cultural relics bureau was stunned on the spot. He asked what kind of operation it was, but when he saw the order the other party presented, he silently shut his mouth.

Based on the painful lessons learned in Anning County, this time, after evacuating the vast majority of the people, troops were directly dispatched to occupy the area.

The Eastern Kingdom has approximately 240 million active-duty military personnel. If the remaining 80 are all from the military, and if this were to happen like Anning County, the Eastern Kingdom's strength would suffer a severe blow.

"I do not go."

"I'm a veteran. Even if I'm used as cannon fodder, I'll be a cannon fodder with fighting power."

With the example of Anning County as a precedent, even though the government came up with many reasons and excuses to organize people to leave the capital, basically everyone knew that something must have happened, and the capital might be the next Anning County.

Some obeyed the arrangements and left the capital. Others insisted on staying to do their part.

The grassroots staff responsible for organizing the evacuation were extremely busy.

Meanwhile, an emergency technical team codenamed "Candle Dragon" urgently mobilized computing power from the National Supercomputing Center based on intelligence provided by Lin Xiaohe to establish a real-time monitoring model for the weak points at the replica boundary.

Physicists, folklorists, military personnel, and psychological warfare experts were forced to sit at the same table and produce a joint operational plan within two hours.

In a memo to the combat team, a folklorist circled a note in red: "The ghost soldiers fear fire but not light; firearms are effective, but the ammunition must be quenched with cinnabar."

Regardless of the accuracy of the information, ten minutes later, a military industrial unit received an order: complete all technical verifications for the first batch of cinnabar-made ammunition before dawn and begin production.

……

Three days later, in the Blue Star time zone, the instance silently descended on a quiet night when the moon was bright and the stars were few.

The last subway train on the Changping Line departed from Xishankou Station. A few night watchmen were scrolling through their phones, oblivious to the growing darkness outside the windows.

It seemed as if something was seeping from the ground, dyeing the night sky layer by layer.

The first person to notice something was wrong was Old Liu, who was on night duty at the Ming Tombs Special Zone Management Office.

On the monitor screen, a layer of fog suddenly appeared on the stone statues of the Shinto.

He rubbed his eyes and looked again. The fog hadn't lifted, and the stone statue's face had changed direction in the fog.

All the stone beasts and figures, which used to face the center of the sacred path, are now facing the camera.

Then he heard a sound coming from underground, like war drums or a death knell, each sound making his chest feel heavy.

He knew in his heart that a new instance of the game had arrived.

Even though he had prepared himself mentally, he still felt an unprecedented fear when it actually happened.

He took out his phone, his fingers trembling uncontrollably, and before he could finish speaking, the screen went completely black.

At 2:47 a.m., the Ming Tombs area was completely shrouded in a black fog.

The fog wall reached a height of 1,000 meters, engulfing an area of ​​20 miles from the Ming Tombs Reservoir to the foot of Tianshou Mountain.

Thermal imaging couldn't penetrate it; the drone went out of control and crashed as soon as it got close. On the satellite cloud image, that area looked like it had been cut out, leaving only a pure black circle.

The same black fog permeated the entire city.

The emergency management personnel stood in the suburbs, gazing at the thick, dark expanse, their hearts heavy with sorrow.

The war inside has begun.

Inside the instance, before the black mist had fully closed in, the swarming anomalies had already begun to cause a ruckus.

"Hehehe, we're finally going to set foot on this land again. Tremble, you Chinese pigs!!" The abnormal beings from the Land of Sakura were in high spirits, lost in their own euphoria.

Although they are the most insignificant and trivial cannon fodder, they believe that this place was once the battlefield of their ancestors, and their bloodline has been awakened, doubling their combat power!
The abnormal people of South Korea also shouted loudly: "I came, I saw, I conquered. This is our birthplace, and we will reclaim our glory!"

They shouted slogans loudly, but huddled behind the abnormal people of the Sakura Kingdom, always in a retreating posture.

The dungeon has fully arrived, and the anomalies of the Sakura Kingdom, as if injected with stimulants, scatter in all directions.

They were met with specially made cinnabar bullets, which, while not fatal, caused some damage when they entered the bodies of the abnormal individuals.

The abnormal beings cannot feel physical pain, but they can feel the weakness of their souls.

Having been dealt a heavy blow, the anomalies in the Sakura Kingdom dared not make any more rash moves.

"Let's go, let's use the power of the rules to stage an accident!"

The power of rules is not afraid of cinnabar bullets.

The freaks and the soldiers who remained in the capital were locked in a fierce battle.

The reborn and newborn species of the city of death arrived late.

A man in tattered prison clothes walked out, stepping on human bones.

He had a gruesome decapitation scar on his neck, and his head was tilted to one side, as if it had been casually placed there.

He stood with his hands on his hips, looked around, and suddenly shouted into the fog, "Brothers! We've arrived! Wake up!"

Replies echoed from within the black mist.

"We're here, don't push."

"Where's my wig? Has anyone seen my wig? It won't look good on camera later."

"Why would someone who's been beheaded need a wig?"

Among the pile of stone statues, a musician from the Dasheng Prefecture, with half his face frozen, climbed down from his base, pulled out a bone flute from his sleeve, and brought it to his lips to test a note.

The tone was dry and harsh, like fingernails scratching a stone slab.

He clicked his tongue in disdain, turned around and shouted to those behind him, "Where's the sound engineer? Add some reverb, how are we supposed to play this sound? Holy crap!! What happened to the promised crowds in the capital?! Where are all 200 million viewers?"

Without an audience, how can he unleash the power of the rules?

No one paid him any attention. An old man dressed in the robes of a Northern Song Dynasty civil official was squatting beside the pillar base of the Lingxing Gate. He took out a yellowed scroll of memorials from his sleeve, cleared his throat, and began to read: "Your subject has a memorial to present."

A young female ghost wearing a jacket and a horse-face skirt floated by, her blue-streaked hair remaining perfectly in place in the eerie wind. She rolled her eyes and said, "Don't bother with the report."

The old man paused for a moment, flipped the memorial over to look at the cover, then flipped it back to look at the signature, and muttered, "What do you know? Every name on my memorial will be torn apart by five horses."

"Then you've come for nothing. I just looked around, and the Eastern Kingdom has destroyed all the household registration system and paper records. Unless you run into some idiot who tells you your name, there won't be a single name on your memorials." The female ghost didn't even turn her head.

A young general in bright armor squatted on the head of a stone beast, resting his chin on his hand, idly scrolling through a light screen formed of yin energy.

There was no signal, but he kept refreshing the screen.

The stone beast beside it rolled its eyes and uttered awkwardly, "General... what... are you... doing..."

The general didn't even look up: "Just trying to make my presence known."

Stone Beast: "Aren't you going to join the battle?"

The general blurted out, "Am I stupid? Let the short-legged guys wear down the enemy's bullets first, and then I'll go in when the enemy runs out of bullets."

Their appearance was chaotic, disorganized, and undisciplined, like a pile of loose sand.

Until the dimensional barrier of the instance gently swayed, they all looked in the same direction.

It was a row of car headlights, stretching all the way from the sky, weaving a torrent of light in the darkness.

The bosses are about to enter!
Lin Xiaohe sat in the last car, staring blankly at the leader of the City Lord of the City of Death.

This city lord... has eight tentacles, dozens of eyes, and his skin looks like it's covered with countless tiny stars.

This reminded Lin Xiaohe of a certain cute Zerg girl.

Is it a coincidence that they look so alike?
The Lord of the City of Death didn't even notice Lin Xiaohe. His enormous body continued to expand, eventually pressing the Forbidden City firmly beneath him.

The other elite bosses followed closely behind, flying towards their respective small areas like shooting stars.

Lin Xiaohe readily agreed and went to the Ming Tombs.

She walked through the thick fog in the uniform given to her by the dungeon, as smoothly as a bird flying in the sky or a fish swimming in the water.

The belt buckle at her waist was inlaid with a piece of black jade, within which was sealed a wisp of soul fire, which flickered with her steps, as if something alive was breathing inside.

He wore a dark cloak, the hem of which trailed over the stone slabs but did not touch the ground, hovering half a finger off the ground.

The stone statues on both sides of the sacred path lowered their heads as she passed by.

She glanced out of the corner of her eye at the nearest stone statue of a civil official; a tiny phosphorescent flame flickered in the stone's eye sockets before instantly extinguishing.

Is this the authority of a junior boss?

Lin Xiaohe felt that she had absolute control over the Ming Tombs area. Even if she ordered some of the deceased beings in the area to die, they would carry out her orders without hesitation.

"Rest where you are."

The Ming Tombs seem to be asleep, unusually quiet amidst the wailing and howling of ghosts.

The smaller instance next door wasn't so peaceful.

When deploying military forces, the Eastern government allocates the majority of its forces to the CP zone.

Not firing a single shot when the enemy attacks is absolutely not the style of the Dongguo soldiers.

They carried all sorts of weapons and lay in ambush nearby. Their aim was both to dampen the enemy's spirits and to gain experience through actual combat.

If they really can't win, they can retreat to the Ming Tombs. Lin Xiaohe should be able to protect them.

In a dense forest in the CP zone.

A sniper, through a high-powered white light scope, witnessed the mini-boss's arrival from beginning to end.

"Target has entered the core area and cannot be tracked any further." He looked away from the scope, his voice extremely flat.

Beside him, the observer held up a thermal imager, his palms sweaty. The thermal imager couldn't see anything.

One hundred meters behind them, the action team leader was sitting in a command vehicle.

In front of the team leader was a battle map, which had been marked with more than twenty marks in military red and blue pencils.

He listened to the sniper's report through his earpiece, remained silent for a moment, and then pressed the intercom button: "What's the situation with the drone team?"

The drone team's response began with a piercing electrical interference before finally managing to squeeze out, albeit haltingly: "All out of control..."

The command vehicle fell silent.

At this moment, an advance reconnaissance team has just sneaked in from the flank of the sacred path, attempting to approach the core of the instance in a serpentine formation.

The squad consists of six people, all of whom are equipped with specially made cinnabar ammunition.

The captain hid behind a large tree and fired three short bursts, one of which hit a lone Yin soldier commander.

The bullet pierced through. The bullethead was embedded in the yin energy, and a small ball of golden flame ignited in the cinnabar, but that was all.

Baihu looked down at the dying flame on his chest, stretched out his left hand, and flicked the spot where he had been hit with his fingertip, as if flicking off a bit of ash.

Then it raised its head, revealing its gums soaked in black liquid.

“Well played,” it said, its voice tinged with a damp murmur, “but you’re finished.”

The veteran didn't fire a second shot; he emptied an entire magazine.

But what's truly disheartening is that the special bullets that can damage the anomalies can't break through the Yin Soldier General's defenses.

One minute later, the command vehicle lost all signs of life from the six-man squad.

"General, they've been sacrificed..."

The reconnaissance squad, composed of elite soldiers from the entire army, was still transmitting video footage from that time before they died.

However, these images were a complete mess, and nothing could be seen clearly.

For a moment, the atmosphere inside the command vehicle was frighteningly oppressive.

A young commander, unable to withstand the pressure, banged his head against the car door, yelling, "Aaaaah! Damn it! How are we supposed to fight this? There's absolutely no way to fight this!"

How utterly despairing.

Dealing with anomalies is already difficult enough, but on top of anomalies, there are so many new species, reborn species, mini-bosses, and big bosses.

Their combat capabilities are on completely different levels!
"General... let's go to the Ming Tombs."

Go find Lin Xiaohe.

She managed to infiltrate and become a minor boss, so she must have a way of teaching them how to rebel, right?
The general froze.

Lin Xiaohe was their last resort. Was it appropriate to go find her less than half an hour into the game?

The general looked around and then at the display screen on the command vehicle.

In just this short time, another 20-man squad has been killed.

"Alright! Notify all units to withdraw to the Ming Tombs!"