Reborn Before the Apocalypse: My Backing is the Nation

Chapter 128 Reveals the End of the World
Jiang Yang was also stunned at this moment.

He even doubted that he had heard correctly.

How can we hold a civilized public memorial for the heroes who bravely sacrificed their lives in the fight against the apocalypse and in the process of saving civilization?

Civilized public memorial services represent a higher level of worship than previous national public memorial services.

A national memorial ceremony is limited to a single country, while a civilized memorial ceremony encompasses the entirety of human civilization.

There's nothing wrong with the matter itself.

In fact, Jiang Yang had always felt somewhat regretful. Because the matter of the apocalypse had always been kept strictly secret, and even in order to promote the establishment of a world government, only the upper echelons of various countries knew about it.

With the apocalypse kept secret, the truth about the sacrifices of Tong Zheng, Zhao Jianguo, Li Hui, and others could not be revealed.

Although the state has held a grand funeral for them internally and there are special memorial services every year, Jiang Yang still regrets that their names and deeds are not known to the public.

Their names and deeds should be spoken by every human being, recorded in history books, and widely disseminated in various works of art, rather than being known only to a few as they are now.

But there's no other way; compared to the grand strategy of civilization, personal honor is something that can be sacrificed.

Even if the heroes were to be resurrected, they probably wouldn't want their own reputation to affect the grand strategy of civilization.

Jiang Yang had already had to accept this outcome, but now, in this setting, in front of thousands of media reporters and spectators, the leader openly and blatantly uttered the words "fight against the apocalypse and save civilization."
This this……

His heart was pounding.

The conference hall, which had fallen silent for a moment, suddenly erupted into noise again.

The council members sat quietly, while in the media and spectator stands, people were filled with disbelief, confirming and asking each other questions, and some were shouting excitedly, creating chaos.

The leader's words had already been transmitted to every corner of the world in a matter of moments via radio waves.

Social media exploded instantly, with countless people asking if they had misheard, countless others insisting it was a translation error, and countless more pressing for answers.

Doomsday? Without our knowledge, an apocalypse already occurred, and was quietly resolved by some people?

Damn it, are all those superhero legends true?

Regardless of the uproar in the meeting hall, in the real world, and on social media, the moment the First Chief made the public announcement, all 12 members of the decision-making group and nearly 400 members of the council stood up solemnly and walked out of the meeting hall at the same time.

With numerous guards maintaining order, the council members departed by bus, followed closely by the hibernation team. After them came a large number of media reporters, spectators, and countless ordinary citizens.

Fortunately, the city had deployed sufficient security forces and made preparations to deal with the impact of large-scale crowds, so nothing went wrong during the process.

The closer Jiang Yang got to the martyrs' cemetery, the more his heart pounded.

He gripped Zhou Yu's hand tightly, so tightly that the hand almost turned white.

Zhou Yu clearly felt the pain, but she didn't show it at all. She let Jiang Yang hold her without any resistance, simply hugging him gently. She knew that, in their eyes, names like Tong Zheng and Zhao Jianguo, though lofty, were merely conceptual constructs.

For Jiang Yang, it was different. These names were not just conceptual representations of heroes, but rather... comrades-in-arms.

True comrades-in-arms who fought side by side and shared life and death.

Zhou Yu knew that Jiang Yang had always felt resentful and regretful that his comrades' names could not be known to the world. And now, it seemed that Jiang Yang's regret had finally come to an end.

The convoy arrived at the martyrs' cemetery.

In front of each tombstone, a podium had already been set up in advance.

Spectators, media reporters, council members, and others were allowed to enter.

At this moment, although they still did not know what had happened or what major event the leader was about to announce, the reporters still keenly sensed signs that an explosive news story was about to unfold.

As the leader stepped onto the podium, facing numerous council members, spectators, and media reporters, a hint of sadness crept into his voice.

"Just ten years ago, our lunar exploration force detected an alien device on the lunar surface."

Through exploration and research, we have confirmed that the function of this device is to emit special high-energy neutrinos toward Earth. This high-energy neutrino stream targets human genes, and once it hits the human body, it will trigger fatal secondary radiation within the body.

Given the strong penetrating power of neutrinos, no matter where we humans hide—whether in a bunker, on the seabed, or at the bottom of a lake—we cannot escape the annihilation of high-energy neutrino streams.

Furthermore, when we discovered this device, there were only ten days left before it was activated.

The life or death of our human civilization will be determined in these ten days.

You may remember that ten years ago, my country mobilized its entire industry and launched a lunar mission at any cost, which sparked a great deal of discussion both online and in the real world.

Ten years later, I can now represent the world government and tell everyone the truth.

Yes, those were our efforts and attempts to save the world and save civilization.

Because the device is located underground on the moon, all surrounding electronic equipment is disabled, and there is a protective force field of some unknown origin, the only way to destroy it is to send astronauts to the moon, manually transport the hydrogen bomb into that underground chamber, and then detonate it.

Over five days, tens of thousands of outstanding workers, engineers, and scientists collapsed at their posts in order to complete these arduous tasks within the stipulated time, ultimately producing 292 lunar launch vehicles.
We deployed 64 of our most elite and exceptional warriors, who are infinitely loyal to our human civilization, to undertake the mission of going to the moon and destroying the alien device.

However, due to the rushed manufacturing of the rocket and the lack of necessary testing and debugging processes, 51 heroes perished in the sky during the launch alone due to launch failure.

The remaining 13 astronauts eventually reached the moon, after which they lost contact with us.

To this day, we still don't know what happened to these 13 heroes after they entered that underground passage, or what they encountered.

All we know is that they all perished, the alien device was destroyed, and our human civilization... survived.

(End of this chapter)