Manual of Space-Time Interference

"Who the **** are you?"

"Your old enemy." Dialect replied with a smile, a strange room atmosphere, the meeting between enemies, but it seems that Dialect has easily wiped it out as old friends and reunited.

"Rebel organization?"

"Rebel organization?"

The whole world looked at him at this moment.

Countless people looked up at the advertising screens they passed by in the past, and countless people stopped cursing, silence, silence began to spread in every corner of the world.

"No, I am the old enemy of your Blue Stars. From the beginning to the present, I have always been, and the only thing I will protect can always be the Earth."

The vicissitudes of the years have affected his face, and his temples have a hint of gray, but the smile on his face is still like those old people who like to tell children stories from the past, kind and full of kindness.

A man holding a child, holding his wife's hand, stopped walking slowly, he shook his head at the child in his arms, and then nodded at his wife, standing at the intersection of the street, looking up Fang that huge screen.

"You are fighting against the people of the world, the leader of a terrorist organization."

"My name is Dialect."

This shadow, accompanied by the shadow of China and Earth civilization, finally stood in front of the stage on this day.

He stood up and walked to the window, his back to Qin Rui with his hands on his back, "Blue Star people, Earth people, we were born with the name Earth People, the blood that always flows in our body is called Yanhuang blood, and in our bones, we only support It will be the backbone of China."

"You have failed, you have to admit this fact!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

In the distance of Rongcheng, under the broken walls, the rifle in one person's hand kept shooting fireworks, and then stopped abruptly at a certain moment. Slowly dissipate.

"We haven't failed before the blood has dried."

One person after another, streets and alleys spread all over the world, like a net, although fragile and slender, but not broken...

"From the time your regime was overthrown, you were doomed to fail. You were not the first person to want to assassinate the emperor, but you were the first to succeed, but even so, if I die, the people below will still Fill."

The city became more and more silent, and the gunshots in the marginal cities began to become sporadic, and a little bit of different taste began to spread in every corner and in everyone's heart.

"How many 190 million do we have, and you have only 520,000."

"But they can never be used by you, they're just idiots, they'll just go with the flow, they'll just be objects of enslavement, and they don't have much self-thinking at all."

"Power off, all off..."

In the Electric Power Bureau, the director kept yelling, the cold sweat on his face had begun to fall, but he was abruptly stunned when he heard the words on the tablet, and then waved his hand, "Don't close it, send a few people to take the guns. Take it to the door and guard it."

"Won't."

Two words, short and powerful, Dialect walked back to the table, opened the bottle of Maotai that he had always carried, slowly and carefully, then raised the wine glass with both hands and looked at the sky,

"He Bin, practice it for you!"

Slitting through the sky, like a moth to a fire, to the already invisible spark...

Taking a sip of spirits, outside the room, Fu Fang covered her mouth and ran down in tears. She sat on the ground and retreated into the corner.

"you?……"

"Yes, they went to your homeland, the place you always wanted to hide, the area where even the satellites are blocked, the area where the real Blue Star people live, has never been marked on the Blue Star map."

"They are just going to die. In the end, no one can know the place. Even if it is exposed now, the problem is not big. Our plan is nearing the end." Qin Huang sneered.

"You are very smart, because you know how to control education, then erase our history, erase our names, you control births, and secretly kill those old people in various unexpected ways."

"So what? The current Lanxing has the surname Qin, not the former Huaxia."

"Is this true or false? Isn't Qin Huang still lying in the hospital?"

The discussion began to spread all over the streets, but at a certain moment, some folk science and technology houses began to send out some news - this is the Blue Star No. 1, the private aircraft used by Emperor Qin, and the Emperor Qin in the hospital is a stand-in. ...

"Captain, are you still fighting?" Rongcheng, a police officer looked at the building opposite, the entire street full of military police fell into dead silence, and the two sides tacitly ceased fire.

"Hit, hit a hammer, don't act rashly, wait for the final result!" The captain scolded, took off his helmet with one hand, and took out his portable computer to get the latest news.

"You also know that we used to be called Huaxia." Dialect replied.

"How can we forget the civilization of the main body of our civilization, this is a shame of history, but it is also a ladder for us to progress, why are you enslaved by us, just because you have enjoyed it for too long in the comfort zone, without our memory that As hard as I remember.”

"There is no right or wrong between civilizations, only wins and losses and interests, this is what your history tells me, you were invaded by another alien race because you were not strong enough, and now you are about to be enslaved by us because of you Not tough enough."

Qin Huang said indifferently, he knew that he must die today, even if the man in front of him did not kill him, the headquarters would launch missiles or laser cannons to destroy the aircraft.

But he's not afraid, as he said - they're ruthless, because they know what's the best option and what's best for the current situation.

"The heart is still there, the people are still there, the earth's civilization will never perish, the belief of civilization, you don't understand, and you won't understand..."

"You have no fighting power."

Qin Rui looked at the dialect and sneered, and the dialect just shook his head,

"Ramon, go to Blue Star Plaza."

"Yes, sir!"

With an echo, the dialect looked out the window again, as if muttering to himself, but it clearly reached the ears of all human beings,

"If there is a war, the summons will come back!"

...

Lanxing City, the former National Cemetery, the old man guarding the tomb, holding the portable computer in his hands with trembling hands and putting it aside, then stood up tremblingly, walked over to the bed and took out a box from the bottom of the bed~www. wuxiaspot.com~ Touching the red star that had faded a little, he took out the army green suit from inside, and carefully and carefully hung the medals and ranks on the clothes one by one.

Then, a call that hasn't been made in years,

"Dongming?"

"Old friend, are you ready to go out?"

"No matter what, you can't let other guys fight alone. If there is a battle, you will be called back, old friend, can you still use a gun?"

Between countless cities, in the streets, or on the streets, on the pedestrian roads,

"dad?"

"Read it?"

"Look."

"I used to be a senior soldier in the 3rd Brigade, 1st Regiment, 1st Regiment, 2nd Battalion, 1st Company and 3rd Division of the Fourth Army. Do you understand?"

"I'm here to pick you up, I'll go to battle with you, father and son!"