The Fourth Disaster, Starting from the Movie Eight Hundred

Especially because the occasional menopausal attacks of the Mother Yellow River have become frequent, the locals have to choose to go to other places. Against the background of the opening of the border, many people came to the Northeast and started a new life.

"1900, which world's 1900 is this?" Tuman Linluan's implication was, how old are you?

"Of course it's the year 1900 in another world. Strictly calculated according to the 24-hour Earth time standard, I'm exactly 400 years old this year, nearly 150 years older than the United States."

"What an unsurprising age. How did you become what you are today?"

"My first death was in 1938."

"You were almost 40 years old then. Wait, 1938, right?"

"Yes, in 1931, I fled Northeast China, traveled south for several days and finally arrived in Nanjing. I then participated in the Battle of Shanghai and the Battle of Nanjing, and finally died in a mass grave in Nanjing. It's that simple."

Liu Qi's tone was so calm that it was breathtaking, as if he was describing a trivial matter from a third-person perspective.

Although he was in spirit form, the caracal Lin Luan still felt the atmosphere was somewhat oppressive, so he quickly asked, "The next step must be an adventure, right?"

"Well, more or less. It was indeed a fortuitous encounter. A dying man, a ship that crossed dimensions, and I happened to be qualified to be its captain. Then I had a second life, or rather, a chance for revenge."

"Then you certainly didn't miss this opportunity."

"Yes, after my rebirth, I learned a lot, or rather, it was all instilled into my mind by her (Liu Qi pointed to the ceiling). That feeling, how should I put it, seemed like a lot of time had passed, yet it also seemed like not much had passed. However, I remember the time I woke up again, February 27, 1938, and the first thing I did after waking up was to use the technology of the advanced civilization to launch revenge."

"I totally understand. You must have lost a lot along the way."

"Haha, Lin Ming, you know, before 1931, my family was actually doing pretty well. My parents, older sister, younger sister, and younger brother were all there. I'd already been married for ten years, with two sons and a daughter. By the standards of the time, at 31, I could be said to have a happy family and a happy life. But do you know how long it takes for these beautiful things to go from being acquired to being lost?"

The caracal Lin Luan shook his head.

"It's simple. From the moment a cannonball leaves the gun to the moment it hits the ground, my life goes boom!"

Liu Qi used his hands to make a mushroom cloud of explosion, but a somewhat morbid smile appeared on his face.

"What a coincidence, what a coincidence! My sister was getting married that day, so my father, mother, wife, children, sister, brother-in-law, brother, sister-in-law, and many, many relatives and friends were all there. The whole family was there, all together. I was out receiving guests at the time. It was only 200 meters from the courtyard gate to the village entrance, and I was separated by life and death." -p

"They were all gone, all of them. Later I realized it was the power of a 150mm shell. My entire past life, memories and happiness were erased so easily, just like an eraser erasing a pencil, leaving only traces called memories, nothing else."

"The dead are gone, and the living can only chew on their memories to survive. I can't understand now why I wanted to live at that time. I had clearly lost all reasons to live, but I just didn't die. I even fled from the Northeast to Nanjing like a zombie. You know, I even met a girl in Nanjing. If the war hadn't broken out, we really would have married and returned to a life with a wife and children."

"I naively thought that I had suffered enough in my life and that God would finally open his eyes. I had already lost all my family members, so shouldn't I have a descendant for the Liu family? Does suffering have to hunt down the poor?"

"Let it go, let it all go, start all over again, there's still a chance for everything."

"The facts proved that I was too naive. The flames of war spread across Shanhaiguan, the Yellow River, and the Yangtze River, and now they are burning right in front of me. When the invaders' bayonets were pointed at the heart of the entire country, I realized that this is not just my problem, but the fate of an entire era. My personal destiny is caught up in it. I have no choice, at least I don't."

"That year, I was already 38 years old, which was considered an old man in the Republic of China at that time, but I could still move around and do some things. I didn't want to run away. I decided to give it a try. No matter what army or party, as long as it involved killing Japanese devils, I was willing to go. Killing one would cover my losses, killing two would make a profit. Maybe this was God's last mercy, giving me a chance to reunite with my family."

At this point, Liu Qi looked at Lin Ming and asked with a smile, "How do you think the story will develop next?"

"If this were a novel, there would definitely be a climax, but in reality..."

"You're right. Novels should have logic, but reality only gives you results. And the result I got was that the Nationalist army retreated all the way from Shanghai. The day after I arrived at the front line, we retreated. First to Kunshan, then Suzhou, then Wuxi, Changzhou, and finally back to Nanjing. I didn't even have a chance to fire a shot. After taking my equipment out for a walk, I rolled back to Nanjing in the most embarrassing state."

"What happened next is recorded in this world's history books. I found a name similar to mine on the wall of your Memorial Hall of the Victims of the Nanjing Massacre by Japanese Invaders. It seems Liu Qi in this world wasn't as lucky as I was. He ultimately became one of those countless wronged souls. But I wasn't much better off. I was taken to a mass grave along with tens of thousands of others. Then we were subjected to the Japanese machine guns and explosives, and then the earthwork. Men, women, old people, children, no matter who you were, you were all curled up like corpses here."

At this point, Liu Qi stood up, looked at the ceiling and said, "Isn't it ironic? I didn't kill a single Japanese devil until the very end. I was just buried in a mass grave. In the end, I didn't change a thing."

"But I chose to fight within my ability," said the caracal Lin Luan.

"Don't comfort me. I've figured it out a long time ago. Personal efforts are important, but we also have to consider the general trend of the times."

Tumanlin nodded randomly, then suddenly realized: "No wonder you said in the group during the Battle of Nanjing that I would rather let all my fellow citizens in Nanjing be buried in trenches than in mass graves."

"Yes, I said it. Everything is true historical events. I experienced it myself and I am telling you my story."

"You hate the Japs so much, but you didn't just go into Daxi Wang mode. It seems you are a true proletarian fighter."

"How can it be."

"what?"

"With a sharp weapon in hand, the desire to kill naturally arises. Moreover, at that time, I was blessed with the creation of a super civilization. With a hammer in hand, everyone looked like a nail. My revenge on the entire Japanese was at the level of slaughter. Of course, it is not my character to do rough work like the devils. I simply armed the survivors of Nanjing and their relatives and friends, packed them up and sent them to the Japanese mainland, gave them the most advanced weapons and the strongest logistical support, and then told them that this is the Japanese mainland, there are Japs here, you can do whatever you want."

Although he had no body now, the caracal Lin Luan still subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

"and then?"

"In less than two years, there were practically no living people left on the Japanese archipelago. We are the true warrior nation. When it comes to massacre efficiency, we are the best in the world, especially when it comes to slaughtering our enemies. Don't forget, the feudal dynasties were always chasing after their borders. Can you guess what the Gaoshan people were called before? Why did they live in the mountains?"

The caracal Lin Luan nodded expressionlessly.

As we all know, land will attract the Qin army, fertile fields will attract the Han army, horses will attract the Tang army, and silver mines will attract the Ming army.

We only like to farm, so, you barbarian, you stepped on my land. Believe it or not, I will farm you back!

"It doesn't matter. The devil can be expelled from the nation. Of course, this is just my low quality. It has nothing to do with the peace-loving motherland. I am only responsible for my own words. Please don't make a fuss about the words of ordinary citizens."

After Caracal Lin finished talking nonsense, Liu Qi looked at him and then laughed.

To be honest, after becoming powerful, I suddenly feel that I am a little... not so peace-loving.

After laughing, the caracal Lin Luan said admiringly, "But in the end, you became a people's fighter who wanted justice for the poor people of the world. I have to learn from you in this regard."

But Liu Qi waved his hand and said, "Don't praise me. I have my teacher to thank for my transformation. If it weren't for him, you'd be looking at a supercharged nationalist. Don't forget the famous saying: the more knowledge you have, the more reactionary you become. What's more, I have more than just knowledge. I also have power. For the Discovery, mass-producing nuclear bombs is not a difficult task. I can completely wash away the entire surface of the Earth. If necessary, I can even detonate the Earth-shattering Star."

"Then we have to thank your teacher. Can you tell me his name?"

"Of course, his name is Ilse."

Chapter 271: The Real Fourth Disaster

(Third update! Where are the comrades' tickets?)

Before meeting the real boss, Liu Qi didn't know that he was still too young.

But it is precisely because of youth that there are more opportunities to change, to think, to experience, and gradually transform from an avenger who suddenly gains power into a true warrior who is willing to stand up for the suffering of the people.

Before the dragon slayer grew scales, he received a gift from the previous generation of dragon slayers. He kept his original intention and persevered.

Liu Qi did not say much about the story of his teacher, and Lin Luan the caracal did not ask much. He was more concerned about whether he was alive or dead, or Schrödinger's state of life and death?

"Don't worry, I've performed a remote repair surgery on your body. You'll be awake soon. Once you recover, there will be plenty of honors and news interviews waiting for you."

"Wow! That's really exciting. Should I prepare my speech?"

"Believe me, even if you prepare a thousand words now, you won't be able to say a single word when you wake up."

"It seems that I'm seriously injured. I can't even speak."

Liu Qi smiled and shook his head, then signaled to Lin Ming that he would send him back.

"When you recover, we'll meet in real life."

"Okay, it's a deal. Goodbye."

The scene changed, and the caracal Lin Luan felt his body this time. Although there was some pain, it was bearable, and the pain was disappearing quickly. He made a rough estimate and found that according to this trend, the fatal injury would only take a day or two to recover, and he would be fully revived in a week at most.

I can be considered a great hero this time. I guess my police rank will be promoted. Then I will be the person with the highest police rank in the family.

My parents must be very happy, especially my old man, I must show off in front of him!

With some anticipation, the caracal Lin Luan opened his eyes, and then just like what Liu Qi said, he couldn't say a word of his thousands of words.

Because what he saw was his mother with swollen eyes from crying, and his father with heavy dark circles under his eyes.

He felt his lips were a little cold, so his mother used cotton dipped in water to moisten his lips.

At this moment, all the words that came to my lips turned into connected words.

"Mom, Dad."

"Lin Ming... Lin Ming is awake! The child's father, Lin Ming is awake!"

Father Lin, who was in a daze with dark circles under his eyes, stood up suddenly. He wanted to reach out and touch his son, but when he thought of his son's injuries, all his movements were forcibly stopped midway. But he kept saying, "Okay, okay, wake up, it's good, just wake up!"

The mother whispered in Lin Ming's ear, "Son, does it hurt?"

"Mom, it's okay. It doesn't hurt."

At this moment, the caracal Lin Luan suddenly realized that honor was no longer important. His greatest happiness was to have his whole family together.

Yes, neat and tidy, neat and tidy...

Something seemed to flash outside the window, but it seemed like nothing was there.

Beacon Era Player Group

"Emergency notice, someone in the group was injured in real life, seriously injured, almost reported to the Martyrs' Cemetery."

"Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! What's going on?"

"Ahem, it's not that exaggerated. I'm still alive."

"What happened?"

"I saw on the news that he was injured while covering the evacuation of the masses. He is definitely a people's hero."

"Not really, at most I was a little helpful."

"I almost lost my life. This is no small favor. Salute to the true people's hero!"

Below is a dense sea of ​​salutes.

"Brother Lin, hold on. Yuecheng and I will come to see you soon."

"The location is at Shenyi Hospital. I've already set off."

"No, no, everything is fine here. It's too expensive for everyone."

"It's okay. Gengwu and I happened to be traveling here, so we came to see you."

"Well, thank you for your kindness, comrades. Manul salute (photo jpg)!"

This action is definitely a blessing in disguise for the caracal Lin Luan personally. According to his current rate of progress, he is likely to become one of the top three in the future. Now that the carp has jumped over the dragon gate, he has a bright future, so there are many people who want to communicate with the caracal Lin Luan, even if it is just to make their acquaintance.

Not to mention relatives and friends, all the important figures from Shenyang came, and the gifts they brought were more valuable than each other. However, they knew the rules, and these gifts were not for Tuman Lin Luan, but for his parents. After all, it is a custom in China that you cannot visit someone empty-handed. Anyway, Tuman Lin Luan's parents are retired, so it is not a problem to accept these gifts.

But the caracal Lin Luan felt disgusted from the bottom of his heart, but he still had to look calm on the face. Unconsciously, his expression became similar to that of some big men, an expression of a civil servant that looked like a smile but was not actually a smile. He was also quite sophisticated when communicating with people. Anyway, Lin's father himself felt that he could no longer understand his son.

However, Father Lin was very pleased with this. The brat couldn't understand it anymore, which meant he had really grown up and become more sophisticated. He must have thought about his future path. As an old father, he was very pleased.

But what he could not have imagined was that when Tuman Linluan was in contact with these people, all he was thinking about were things that were quite disharmonious in society, such as "anti-counterrevolutionary campaign", "making a list", "this cannot be kept", and "Beijing's street lights are also street lights".

But on the surface, he was able to maintain a calmness that others could not see through at all, and the more he was like this, the more awed and humble the people who came to visit him became. If this were the feudal era, Tuman Lin Luan had no doubt that these people would kowtow to him on the spot and then flatter him with all kinds of subtle flattery.

A bunch of old foxes, some of them have to question whether they are doing it for the people, or it is easier to deal with comrades. -p

Tumanlin Luan's bossy demeanor continued until his comrades came to visit him.

The first people to come to the hospital to visit Tuman Linluan were Ziwuxian and Gengwu. Seeing his comrades coming, Tuman Linluan was so happy that all the disguises on his face disappeared. Everyone chatted happily. At this moment, Tuman Linluan was suddenly surprised to find that he saw Ziwuxian and Gengwu with player identity labels on their heads.

Wait, isn't this something that can only be seen in another parallel world after going online? How come...

After the two left, Caracal Lin Luan immediately began to think about what was going on. Then he found that things that were originally only available in the game could now be used in the real world. Doesn't that mean...

"Congratulations on becoming the true Fourth Calamity, Comrade Lin Ming."

The caracal Lin Luan raised his head and saw Liu Qi who was teleported directly in front of him. The latter was not polite and called a chair over nearby. When the chair floated behind Liu Qi by itself, the caracal Lin Luan realized that he seemed to have opened a new version of the Earth OI ship.

"So, I still have three lives in reality?"

"Not only that, as the first fully awakened player, you'll have even more privileges. For example, you'll have a portable mini-world with enough space for a bird's nest, allowing you to circulate supplies between the two worlds. In other words, from now on, you can bring items from the real world to the parallel world in the game, and vice versa. Your soul has been bound to the Hall of Valor on the Discovery, where you can await resurrection after death."

"So, I have become the Cursed Legion?"

"I prefer to call it the Fourth Scourge. Of course, your every move is monitored by the Discovery's strong artificial intelligence. If you do anything to offend the people, it will only take a few minutes to deal with you."

"Are you asking me to work for the rest of my life?"

"I said, the choice is yours. What I do remains unchanged. I give you the power and the choice, then draw the red line. The rest is up to you."

"That sounds great. In other words, as long as I don't cross the red line, I can be an ancestor."

"Of course, but if you want to be a patriarch, it's basically impossible not to cross the red line."

"That's true. By the way, a lot of comrades are coming over soon. Why don't we get together? I've been dealing with those hypocritical guys every day lately, and I'm almost mentally injured."

"Okay, I'll contact someone and make the arrangements."

"Don't! The Northeast is my home. If you come to visit me, I have to make all the arrangements."

"Okay, I'll leave it to you. I'll be waiting for you to pick up my chopsticks."

"for sure!"