I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 93: Captain ’s diary
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October 2, 2172, sunny
Honestly, this planet is no longer suitable for human habitation, starting from the moment Mao Zi did the stupid thing in Paris.
However, such trivial complaints have little meaning for my identity. But it ’s good to be able to complain. The person next door 21 ca n’t even complain. I remember that Daniel's guy always likes to aim at other people's eggs, egg shots, and falsely blowing his marksmanship. After the battle in Berlin, even the DNA that was blown up was not found.
This **** guy ... still owes me a drink, **** it!
Meet the enemy, conceal, shoot, call for air strikes, move on ... and pray to the priest.
Every day is like hell. Although we have air superiority, the firepower of CCCP is too fierce. And they finally tore their hypocritical faces completely and began to use nuclear weapons. Good guys, everyone ’s lives are depreciated now, 10 dollars? Maybe less.
No more. I have to advance to Frankfurt tomorrow. I heard that a missile well is being erected there. I hope we have time.
Upper-Emperor bless, victory belongs to NATO.
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October 3, 2172, overcast
It was originally planned that my team would start with the tank, then launch a strong attack on the 141 turret in Frankfurt, destroy the anti-aircraft missiles, and then call an air raid to bomb the missile well.
But the situation seems to have changed a bit? My squad temporarily received special missions, God bless, I hope my ominous premonition is wrong.
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October 6, 2172, unknown?
Unimaginable, I am now on the X12 space station, and we will enter the airdrop cabin in half an hour. The destination is PAC ’s Wanghai City?
Damn it, writing TMD in space is really troublesome.
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October 6, 2172, overcast, (supplement)
I remember reading pictures of Wanghai City before the war. It seems to be a beautiful place? But now it looks like Paris, at least the coastline and the city center. Our Marines will launch a beach landing from the coast. And we infiltrate the enemy's hinterland through orbital airdrops, marking strategic targets and guiding the space-based weapon "God's Rod" to shoot.
Particle shield generator, air defense missile. Electromagnetic turrets, nuclear power plants ... In short, mark all the things that are worth destroying.
Sounds simple?
Perhaps, although the moment I passed through the radiant cloud in the airdrop module, I rarely shivered.
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October 7, 2172, overcast
Damn it. This is a hell.
PAC soldiers everywhere, armored vehicles, tanks, and even the order's own people everywhere? Completely messed up.
It ’s crazy. Now as soon as the electromagnetic shielding is lifted, the power armor has to be stuck for a while. There are radiations and snipers everywhere, we can only rely on sign language now, everyone is acting like a dumb. How many nuclear bombs were detonated here? Or did the EMP device never break?
I ’m only worried about it now. Command communications cannot be received at all.
This is important! If you lose the team ...
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October 8, 2172, rain
Poor weather. It is not a good thing to rain at this time.
Today we almost got into a fight with ourselves. Yes, across the street, no one can see who is clear, and the communication device is in a state of failure.
Fortunately, the PAC tanks helped us identify them, and then we solved the trouble together.
They belonged to the Marine Corps, and they lost contact shortly after landing. According to the instructions on the offline map, they should have joined the other brothers of the 11th regiment here, but it seems that they have become the only buddies of the 11th regiment arriving here.
Lucky guy.
I let them join our mission temporarily, they did not even have anti-tank weapons. It is probably dead to stay here, it is better to go with us.
With the support of light infantry, our vision will be wider. After all, the radio life detection device is no longer available, and no signal can be received after the electromagnetic shield is turned on.
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October 9, 2172. Overcast
It seems that it is cloudy except for rainy days? What the hell.
The battle has been going on for 3 days. Fortunately, the quality of these buildings in the city center is good. Even after being washed several times, you can still find buildings that can serve as bunkers. We are constantly fighting with PAC people, and we can see our people gradually in the city center. This is a good sign, maybe we will win the day before we insist?
When you see a tungsten rod projectile falling from the sky, smashing the particle shield generator. We almost cheered for victory.
However ... Soon after we resumed communication briefly.
Our God's Wand is occupied by PAC's Aerospace Special Forces?
The fifth fleet was hit hard?
Retreat? Lost?
Damn it, how can my TMD be withdrawn in the city center?
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October 10, 2172, it was probably cloudy (supplement)
I am the only one left.
James does n’t seem to work anymore, Acre is crazy. (Crossed out)
PAC soldiers are kind to me? It should be okay. I originally thought that after being pulled out of the power armor, it would be beaten first, and then the limbs would be interrupted and then killed.
But doesn't it seem?
The soldiers of the PAC are very binding, and under the command of the chief, almost no one will exceed the limit. Although the yellow skin-monkey that pulled me out seems to want to cut off my head? But he didn't do it in the end.
I ’m familiar with the clenched eyes, as if I wish to tear me apart.
I can understand that maybe what we are doing in a certain school is a bit overdone? But this should not blame me. Although I am a devout believer, my warriors need to ease the pressure. Maybe I should stop the proposal from that Georgia guy? Forget it, who cares, everyone is dead.
......
I was pressed onto a truck with prisoners of war, and there were many people with the same disgrace on me.
Fortunately, they did not confiscate my diary, otherwise I might be crazy ...
It is important to keep a diary, yes, it is very important.
I try not to annoy the dwarf holding us, he has killed two unlucky guys.
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October 15, 2172, sunny
We seem to have been escorted far away from the front line. There are many mountains, many tunnels, and some factories built underground.
After seeing these, I have basically settled down. Because I must have no chance to go back. Swap prisoners of war? Oh, will you let me go after seeing these?
The people in the car were divided into two batches, one to the north and one to the south.
I have a hunch. One group of people may die. Of course, we will all die after all, but I prayed that I would n’t die too ugly.
After coming to the underground base, our faces were quickly branded with barcodes and we got our own beds.
Well ... this place is a bit like a concentration camp.
Fortunately. My diary was not confiscated.
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November 17, 2172, unknown
I do n’t know what the weather is on the ground, we have n’t seen the sun in a long time. Are you still fighting outside? Or is the war stopped? Of course, we are "dead", even if the war is over, we may not be able to return home.
Work is not hard work, it is a bit boring, and you have to be beaten.
Someone tried to escape, but was apparently killed. We seem to be locked up with death row prisoners, and the one who sleeps on me is a political and criminal. He is very thin and has little hair. He chatted with me in English and asked me if I believed in God.
I said I did not believe it, or I had believed it before.
He didn't care and continued to talk to me about other issues. To be honest, I am disgusted with issues such as ideology or political opinions.
However, he seems more and more tiresome?
Thank God, he was killed shortly after.
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November 21, 2172, unknown
Every day, dead people are dragged out, and every day living people are put in.
Perhaps the war is really coming to an end? After all, there were fewer familiar faces, and more yellow faces came in.
But what disturbs me is. In the latest batch of prisoners of war, I saw the Slavs.
PAC and CCCP have also been done? Thank goodness this is undoubtedly good news for NATO.
But ... how long can this level of war last?
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December 25, 2172, unknown (perhaps it is snowing?)
Today is Christmas. There is no Christmas tree and candles, nor creamy polenta.
I do n’t believe in God, but I still pray piously and pray to my diary. My cellmate said I was crazy, and I denied that someone wanted to grab my diary. I beat him. His nose was interrupted by me.
We were all confined.
The diary was placed under the pillow by me. No one dared to move.
Maybe I was scared? I believe they are not afraid of death, and I am not too scared, but I believe no one wants to die from beating.
No one can beat me here. I am a special force, and they are all political prisoners.
Soft eggs.
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May 6, 2173, unknown
I do n’t know much about the earthquake or the bombardment, it may be.
Everyone shrunk in the corner and shivered, but I did n’t. I read the diary from beginning to end.
I do n’t have time to write every day, most of the time I may just leave a date. It is not an easy task to get the pen. If there is nothing special, I will choose to leave the content blank.
The shelling lasted a long time, but it stopped. Someone mentioned the transfer and I smiled.
Transfer? Where to go?
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June 14, 2173, overcast
The day of transfer has arrived. Unfortunately I was not welcomed by the sun.
It ’s snowing outside, and dust is floating in the sky. Is this the legendary nuclear winter? It is quite chic to see snow in summer.
The soldiers escorting us were wearing protective uniforms, but we only put on a cotton coat. They didn't plan to use us for too long, but just sent us an iodine tablet to deal with.
I still leave in a truck.
When I left, I was surprised to find how many mountains were gone? In other words, it became a concave ground.
I remember it was the place where the batch of folks working northwards worked.
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June 20, 2173, sunny
It's amazing, it's sunny today.
Amazing, I returned to Wanghai?
It seems that order has been restored here, and some citizens are already living in the suburbs. Of course, their lives are very bad. It is estimated that they are poor people who have not been able to hide in the refuge. But in any case, this is a good sign that the war is over?
At least there is a ceasefire.
Although it has nothing to do with us.
I was put in an underground shelter, no, or a research institute? After all, this kind of refuge is generally not opened within the age limit, which should be the same in any country.
I was greeted by a middle-aged man in a white coat. Watching him smile at me, I just felt cold.
That look seems to be looking at a little white mouse?
Crazy ... it's crazy.
This is the first time I feel scared, hell.
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The time is unclear and unknown.
The diary was confiscated.
It was torn to pieces.
But what's the matter with me?
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They are crazy, do they think they can make XXXX this way? (Blackened)
Wait, why am I normal?
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Well, it is now certain that they are indeed crazy.
If anyone sees this diary, they will surely gain something. I tried to leave something, but in the end it was in vain.
All clues will be hidden.
But I still believe that smart people can see the clues.
Why am I still sober? Why are some not erased?
I should be dying.
Well, before dying again, I hope that the pornographic girl can forgive my sins ... probably impossible.
(—— Captain Jon is a pen and pays tribute to NATO ’s banner)
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At the end, Jiang Chen's hands and feet were cold.
There must be something wrong, but what is it? This is not normal ... No, what is normal?
In the drawer, next to the place where the diary was originally placed, there was a pistol lying abruptly.
Pistol? !
Shaking his hand, Jiang Chen swallowed and picked up the pistol. Feeling the cold metal texture, he groped and dropped the clip, and the orange metal bullets printed on his eyes.
Is it a real gun? !
In the drawer of the activity room of the school library? ! What the **** is this place?
There is this "Captain's Diary" like crazy words.
I beeped the dog, now it is only 2171, how can the diary be written until 2173?
Wait ... crossing?
Jiang Chen suddenly felt a bit of a headache and sat back on the chair with his forehead covered. His mind is very chaotic, and he always feels that everything seems to be full of inexplicable sense of sight. However, it is impossible to tell what is the source of this feeling.
Did I forget something?
Jiang Chen frowned, searching every corner of his memory, hoping to find clues from it. But he didn't even know what the so-called clues were.
From babbling in babbling, to elementary school enlightenment education, to junior high school ... to now, all memories are so clear.
Where is the problem?
No, why is it so clear? I actually remember the details of changing diapers when I was a kid?
Think of this. Jiang Chen suddenly froze. He felt that he had caught something, and he must have missed some details.
However, at this moment, a knock came from the door suddenly.
"Are you inside?"
That sudden and beautiful voice, like a hammer hitting Jiang Chen ’s heart ... (to be continued.)