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

Lin Fan possesses the memories after the arrival of the gods. This is not a secret among the high-level 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..."

"The Great Steel Wall was built, the Great Wall of the North was built, the ocean was defeated, and the future of winter was withstood." 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 old men looked at each other across time and space and handed over a bottle of medicine.

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

The scientific giant I admire is actually my future self!

But then, Mr. Chen's breathing became rapid, he grabbed Lin Fan's hand excitedly, and looked directly 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 is alive, and it will be 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 yourself. 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 the senior officials of Daxia, who 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 the blood and sweat 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 hard work!" 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 it up! Until the final victory!”

"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 to the 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, nervousness and despair in his eyebrows.

"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 face. 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, how can you still think 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."

"It failed, it 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 a few more sins... Rather than 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'm leaving 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 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 been enduring 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 have to live with confidence just like 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. There was a vibrant wheat field stretching as far as the eye could see.

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

That is the light of hope.

"Lao Jin, we need hope!"

"Only hope can persist!"

"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 small talk 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: "You love fighting so much?"
To be continued...