Chapter 1511: The Training of Extras

"The future?" Mr. Chen frowned, "Didn't you read it?"

Lin Fan had memories after the arrival of the gods. This was not a secret among the senior officials. Lin Fan was even promoted to the commander-in-chief of Daxia because of this.

Lin Fan shook his head: "The future I saw this time is our future."

"Huh?" Mr. Chen was stunned for a moment: "You mean..."

"Built the Great Steel Wall, built the Great Wall of the North, defeated the ocean, and withstood the cold winter future." Lin Fan whispered.

Mr. Chen's eyes widened and his voice trembled: "You mean, this time is our future..."

"Yes." Lin Fan nodded: "And this potion was developed by you in the future."

Old Chen's mind moved.

The giant who swept away his own fog lowered his head and revealed his face.

That turned out to be me!

It was as if the two Mr. Chen looked at each other across time and space and handed over a bottle of potion.

"It's me! No wonder, no wonder the research direction is exactly the same as mine, and those ideas are also..." Mr. Chen laughed, feeling extremely happy in his heart.

The scientific giant that I admire is actually my future self!

But then, Mr. Chen's breathing became rapid, and he grabbed Lin Fan's hand excitedly, looking straight at Lin Fan.

"What's our future like?"

"In that future, we..." Lin Fan was about to speak about the broken world, but he saw Mr. Chen's eyes full of hope and expectation.

Old Chen held Lin Fan's hand tightly and asked nervously: "Have we defeated the gods?"

"Isn't that Daxia better than now?"

"Will everyone in our Daxia become gods! Will the world of gods never dare to enter our Daxia again!"

Lin Fan was silent for a moment.

He thought of the broken world, the sea of ​​blood filled with corpses and bones, and the fallen earth.

But looking at Mr. Chen, he couldn't speak.

After a long time, Lin Fan smiled and nodded: "Yes, that Daxia... that future us defeated the gods!"

"Everyone was alive, and it was a brighter summer than now."

"The Great Xia where everyone becomes a god!"

"No one needs to worry about anything anymore. No god dares to invade. Even gods must go through immigration procedures before they can legally enter Daxia!"

"In that Daxia, there was more dazzling science and culture than now. This potion, by the way, Mr. Chen, this potion was given to me by you personally. You were already over ninety years old at that time, but thanks to the advancement of science and technology, I can still play basketball..."

"Hahaha, great, great!" Mr. Chen seemed to be relieved of a huge burden. Since the arrival of the gods, he finally took a deep breath and showed an unprecedented happy smile.

When the gods came, Daxia was full of energy and defeated two temples in a row.

But everyone is under tremendous pressure, especially Daxia's senior staff. They deeply understand how serious the situation is.

So what about two wins?

Many temples throughout the God Realm will eventually discover Daxia.

It only takes one failure...it only takes one, and no matter how many victories Daxia achieves, all their hard work and blood will be lost.

But now, Lin Fan saw their future.

Lin Fan said that the future Daxia was victorious.

This made Mr. Chen feel more relaxed than ever before: "Hahaha, great, great!"

"I knew we would definitely win!"

"I don't even need to ask that question..."

Lin Fan also laughed and burst into tears: "Yes, we won."

"Okay, although we are destined to win, we still have to work hard. After all, the future depends on our efforts!" Mr. Chen reluctantly calmed down and patted Lin Fan on the shoulder: "You kid, don't be too easy. Don’t let your heart wander, you must keep going until you finally win!”

"Yeah." Lin Fan nodded.

"I won't say anything anymore. I'm going to get busy. This medicine must be produced as soon as possible." Mr. Chen said solemnly: "I will select a batch of chemical plants now and start renovations immediately. Within five days, no, within three days, 20,000 yuan will be produced." The production of Three Thousand Needles to Climb God’s Level must be completed!”

"At that time, our Daxia will add more than 10,000 gods, and the army of gods in Daxia will reach 30,000! Thirty thousand!"

"Haha, we won, we won!"

Mr. Chen said, unwilling to stay a step longer, and strode away with relaxed steps, as if he was dozens of years younger.

Lin Fan and Xingye were the only ones left in the ward.

Xingye looked at Lin Fan with complicated eyes: "Why don't you..."

"Lin Fan

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, you hid it so deeply. "

A voice walked quickly along with a figure, but it was Mr. Jin who had just left who walked in with a serious face, and his eyebrows revealed tension and despair.

"Mr. Jin, aren't you going to the Great Steel Wall?" Lin Fan was stunned for a moment.

Mr. Jin sat next to Lin Fan's hospital bed with an ugly expression. He was silent for a long time and rubbed his face: "I've already boarded the plane. I had nothing to do and read the battle report written by the gods of Great Xia when they came back this time... I know. What have you seen, why are you still thinking about going to the Great Steel Wall?”

"you……"

"Damn it, why do I have to see these things!" Jin Lao cursed bitterly, "Let me ask you, will we really fail in the future?"

Mr. Jin looked at Lin Fan nervously.

Lin Fan was silent for a long time and nodded: "Yes."

"Failed, really failed... The sea of ​​blood and corpses are us in the future, the Great Xia in the future..." Mr. Jin seemed to have been drained of all his strength and leaned on the chair, facing the gods without fear. The battlefield veteran showed a desperate expression for the first time. He gasped for air and his cheeks shook violently.

"So, what is the point of what we are doing now, what is the point of the blood and sweat of 140 million people..."

"We worked so hard, we defeated two temples, we thought we could win this victory..."

"In the end, it's just more suffering... Instead of this, it's better for everyone to enjoy the present and wait for the next time..."

Jin Lao said, his eyes already full of tears.

He was the general who least wanted to see that scene, and the one who least wanted to see that scene.

"Boy, you..." Mr. Jin sighed and stood up tremblingly, "Forget it, I have something else to do... I'll leave first."

He touched the pistol at his waist, tried to straighten his body, adjusted his military uniform, and was about to return to his office.

He absolutely cannot accept that day coming!

Rather than witness Daxia's defeat, rather than witness the broken mountains and rivers, rather than die in despair under the glory of the gods, it would be better...

"Mr. Jin, I know what you want to do." Lin Fan looked at Mr. Jin, "But listen to me first."

"What else do you have to say?" Mr. Jin looked at Lin Fan dejectedly. The never-extinguishing flame in his eyes was now dim.

Compared to the gods descending from the sky, the despair of knowing the future is even more unacceptable.

Do you still need to work hard in a future that is doomed to failure?

"I know how you feel, because what you are feeling now is what I have endured since the day I came back." Lin Fan said slowly, "But even if the future is really doomed to fail, then in the final time, instead of It is better to prepare for war with hope than to wait for death in despair.”

"Old Jin."

"You must live."

"And we must live with confidence as before!"

"Otherwise, once this news spreads, if 140 million people fall into despair...can you imagine what it will be like?"

"Perhaps even without the arrival of gods, Daxia will have completely collapsed, and this land will fall into despair and chaos!"

"Mr. Jin, look out the window, are you really willing to give up everything we have worked hard for now! Look, are you really willing to give up!"

Mr. Jin turned his head and looked out the window, which was a vibrant and endless wheat field.

Machines roared and shuttled among them, and Daxia people and various ethnic groups were busy among them. Although their foreheads were sweating, they all had smiles on their faces and light in their eyes.

That is the light of hope.

"Elder Jin, we need hope!"

"Only hope can persevere!"

"Do you think I haven't been desperate in the two years since I came back? No, I am desperate every day! But I persist every day!"

"You can go out, you can commit suicide in despair, or you can make this news public in despair, but are you willing to do it? Look at them and tell me, are you willing to kill the hope in their eyes?"

Lin Fan slowly stood up from the hospital bed and looked directly at Mr. Jin.

Mr. Jin looked at those faces in silence.

He suddenly remembered the chats he had with himself in the boundless ice and snow when he was a young boy.

"Damn it," said Mr. Jin, who was still young and warm at the fire in the cave. "If you ask me, let's not wait here in the cold. Let's go directly to the south and give it all to those young soldiers." You can kill it!”

"You brat," the old squad leader rolled his eyes at him and handed him half a bottle of liquor: "Do you like fighting so much?"

"Squad leader, look what you said, we are soldiers, just for fighting!" Mr. Jin was not polite and took a sip of white wine.

"You little brat, please drink less... Damn it, I only have this much in stock, and you really drink it if I ask you to drink it." The old squad leader grabbed it back distressedly, and then said: "Xiao Jin, you said we became soldiers for What?"

"Of course it's victory!" Jin Lao said without thinking.

"Fart!" the old squad leader said in a deep voice: "Being a soldier is to protect this land and the people of this land! If we can make our family and country safe, even if we die, or even to say the least, we will lose the battle. We are also very happy.”

"So, don't be so warlike. Don't just think about killing them all. If you really cut off the retreat of those young masters and surrounded them, you will have a great victory and a great victory, but our family will have nothing in the future. Peaceful days..."

At that time, Mr. Jin felt that the old squad leader was stupid because of the cold.

Isn't the purpose of being a soldier just to win the war? Isn’t it just for victory?

And now...

"Mr. Jin, think about it, if you die, or if you reveal this news... 140,000,000 people will be like you now! In fact, they will be even more desperate and painful than you!" Lin Fan said in a deep voice. : "Do you choose to bear the pain yourself, or throw it away and let everyone suffer with you? Despair together?" .🅆.

Looking at those hopeful smiles, Mr. Jin slowly exhaled.

"Damn it, old squad leader, you have to teach me a lesson now." Mr. Jin rubbed his face and stood up slowly, "Don't worry, I won't commit suicide, and I won't tell anyone about it. Anyone, I will personally seal all written reports.”

"Destined to fail..."

"Even if we cannot win, we must not fall! We must protect this land and protect their hope until the last moment!"

Not being able to win was a huge blow to Old Jin!

But he knew that even if he was doomed to fail, he had to protect until the last moment!

"Forgive me for making this decision privately, and don't blame me for lying to you," Old Jin looked at the people outside the window, "It's better for me to be in despair alone than to suffer and despair with 140 million people."

"It's always happier to die with hope than to wait in despair."

"Boy," Old Jin looked at Lin Fan with a complicated look: "I finally know what you have been enduring all this time. Alas... Just a few minutes almost made me unable to bear it."

"I shouldn't have read those reports. Why did I read those things when I had nothing to do... Zilu too, he really wrote it when he was asked to! He is a real person!" Old Jin cursed angrily, otherwise he would still be full of hope now.

"I feel worse than death now. It would be better if I died in the winter battle with hope!"

"But don't worry, kid, although it is painful...but I will persist, not tell anyone, not reveal anything. I will bear the despair and pain, live, live for 140 million people!"

Lin Fan saw that Jin Lao persuaded him, and comforted him: "Jin Lao, you don't have to be so desperate."

"Why, do I have to celebrate and set off firecrackers?" Jin Lao sighed.

"I mean, who says the future can't be changed? I came back to change the future!" Lin Fan said in a deep voice: "And this time, we are different from the future Daxia."

"We have the "Steps to God", we have the ladder for humans to become gods!"

"This is the hope that they will give us in the future! It is the key to change our destiny left by the future Chen Lao!"

"Whether the future can be changed or not, we must believe that the future can be changed, because we not only have ourselves, but also carry the hopes of our past and future selves!"

Old Jin was silent for a moment, and nodded slightly: "Yes, we can definitely change!"

There was a fire burning in his eyes again.

Whether the future can be changed or not, we must believe it now!

Only by believing can we persist!

Only by holding on to hope can we not fall into despair!

Old Jin left quickly, he no longer thought so much, he was going to seal those battle reports completely, and no one could know about this anymore.

Then, with hope in mind, continue to believe!

As soon as Mr. Jin left, Xingye whispered, "Finally, there are only two of us left. Actually, I..."

Shang Weitian pushed open the door and said, "Oh, why is Mr. Jin in such a hurry to leave? He didn't even say hello to me."

Xingye frowned and looked at Shang Weitian with disdain.

Shang Weitian: "???"

"Here I come.

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"Lin Fan greeted him and threw a few space rings over: "As usual, supplies from the God Realm, food, fuel and various minerals. This time, we also added some raw materials from the divine beasts. We can try to let the disciples of Momen make some artifacts."

"Yeah." Shang Weitian was not polite. He put away the supplies with a smile, "Wang Hu asked me to tell you something. I'm busy taking care of the children recently and can't leave for a while. That guy is actually quite responsible."

"It's okay. I'm going to see him and my nephew later." Lin Fan smiled, "How is the situation recently?"

"Oh, don't mention it. We failed." Shang Weitian sighed.

Lin Fan's heart tightened. This guy actually knew it too?

"You, how did you know?" Lin Fan said nervously.

"Do I need to know this?" Shang Weitian said helplessly: "At first I thought that the national weight loss plan was unreliable, but you see, it just doesn't work!"

Lin Fan: "Ah..."

Lin Fan breathed a sigh of relief. So you are talking about this.

Shang Weitian sighed: "Alas, everyone has been working hard to open up wasteland some time ago, and they have been working continuously recently. The average weight has dropped by five kilograms, and the number of high blood lipids and high blood pressure has also decreased."

"But at most they are strong, not thin at all! They are all very strong! There is no sense of disfigurement and weakness caused by long-term hunger. The feeling of long-term hunger cannot be faked even with makeup."

"There is even a 200-pound one. He was originally a fat man, but after a hard day's work, he weighed 220 pounds! He became a muscular double-door fat man!"

"We are going to deceive the God of Agriculture and let them think that we are in famine and tortured by hunger!"

"When the God of Agriculture comes, won't this be exposed?"

Shang Weitian complained even more when he said this: "It's all Mr. Jin's fault. When he was in the meeting, he Take the initiative to set an example. Indeed, he only eats half a steamed bun in the cafeteria every day. "

"Guess what happened."

"I went to him to sign yesterday, but I found that he ran to the soldiers' dormitory and had hot pot with a group of soldiers. His office drawer is also full of dried sweet potatoes and snacks. Also, last time I stayed overnight in the command center, I was hungry in the middle of the night and went to the kitchen, and found that Mr. Jin actually opened the refrigerator to eat secretly..."

Speaking of this, Shang Weitian's expression stiffened for a moment: "I didn't go there to eat secretly, I went to catch Mr. Jin! I just want to see who is still eating secretly in the middle of the night!"

"It's okay, I can understand, after all, we Daxia people really can't starve..." Lin Fan touched his belly and thought that he, the commander-in-chief, has also eaten a lot recently... He, the commander-in-chief, has to have some barbecue when he is hungry in the middle of the night.

The fear of hunger has long been engraved in the blood of the people of Daxia.

Daxia has experienced hunger firsthand.

For example, in foreign countries that have never experienced hunger, two slices of bread and boiled broccoli can be used as lunch, but for the people of Daxia, no matter how busy they are, lunch must have meat and vegetables, fried, stir-fried, and deep-fried.

And this also proves that eating meat alone cannot lose weight...

"Besides, how can we let our family starve to death just to deceive the gods? We are enemies with the gods to protect our people!" Lin Fan smiled and said, "The God of Agriculture didn't let the people of Daxia starve, so why do we have to let our family starve?"

"But in more than two months, the God of Agriculture will come, and we look strong one by one. It doesn't look like we have experienced famine and fallen into despair..." Shang Weitian is still a little worried.

Lin Fan: "..."

Lin Fan feels a sense of disharmony.

In the previous life, the God of Agriculture came, and this land was full of starving people, and a mouthful of rice was a luxury.

In this life, the God of Agriculture has come, and the biggest problem facing Daxia is that it can't lose weight...

"It's okay, I'm prepared." Lin Fan turned on his mobile phone, went to the external network, and opened the live broadcast of the European people.

These are the extras he trained there.

Sure enough, they are all pale and thin...

"Daxia, please help us! The food you sent can only ensure that we won't starve to death... But we are really hungry!" A brown-haired lady with prominent cheekbones said to the camera with a begging face: "Please help us like last time, we really have nothing to eat, and we can't grow anything in the land. In the past, because we lost too much land, and modern machinery was very scarce, even if we worked hard to cultivate, we didn't save much food. Now it's all eaten, even the seeds for next year have been eaten... If it doesn't work, please let me go to work with you too! Two thousand a month, no, one thousand is enough! Even if it's just food and accommodation!"

Lin Fan flipped through a few and smiled with satisfaction.

Seeing that they were all hungry, this despicable and insidious Shura God was relieved.