When Mo Mingrui got off the spaceship and stepped onto the land of China, it felt like a lifetime ago.

It has been almost a month since the Spring Festival, and the festive atmosphere in the air has completely disappeared. A few children ran past him laughing, and a few sparrows stood on the branches chirping. What a peaceful day it was.

It was so peaceful that it seemed as if the tragic war only existed in his dreams.

He hailed a flying vehicle in a daze, entered the destination on the smart screen, and then leaned back on the soft sofa, in a daze.

Mo Mingrui stayed on the front line for half a year.

Although he lived at the frontline, he actually lived a long way from the frontline. He lived in a military fortress with some commanders and staff officers. It was a secret and safe military fortress.

There are no humans on the real front line, only robots.

They are cannon fodder used to deplete the Zerg's military strength.

The Zerg don't have as many robots as humans, but they have an endless supply of fearless iron soldiers.

In terms of combat effectiveness, these Zerg soldiers are actually not much worse than robots made up of machine parts.

Therefore, at the beginning of the war, the United Nations was already prepared for a protracted war.

Even so, many people are optimistic: the process is tortuous, but the ending is bright, and the final victory will definitely belong to mankind.

...It's just a foolish dream.

Mo Mingrui closed his eyes now, but the tragic scene of that day could still emerge in his mind.

There was a big hole in the titanium roof of the military fortress, and a huge claw stretched out from the hole.

It was the Zerg. All kinds of strange insects rushed in from the cave entrance, forming a dense torrent that attacked them in an overwhelming manner.

Mo Mingrui had never seen so many insects in his life!

He didn't bother to think about why the alarm didn't go off or why the guard was absent, he just ran away as fast as he could.

Behind me there were constant screams, wailing sounds, chewing sounds, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, and a strange "puff" sound as if milk tea beads were being squeezed and bursting.

Mo Mingrui knew what that sound was.

He had mustered up the courage to glance back.

With just that one glance, the blood in his body turned cold. He staggered, his brain felt dizzy, and his stomach was churning.

If a cleaning robot hadn't carried him up and run away with him, the next moment it would be Mo Mingrui's turn to hear that strange "puff" sound.

...That's the sound of human internal organs being stepped on and exploded.

Mo Mingrui's memory became very vague afterwards. In a trance, he seemed to be taken to a confined space by the robot.

After the safety door fell, all sounds from the outside world were completely cut off. All the killing, death and blood were far away from him. Everything that just happened seemed to be just a nightmare.

As long as he opens his eyes, those people will come back to life.

Mo Mingrui fainted.

When he woke up, he found himself lying on a hospital bed.

After the doctor conducted a basic cognitive test on him, an officer pushed the door open and said seriously, "Mr. Mo Mingrui, I am a special investigator from the military. I have some questions about this accident and I hope you can cooperate."

Mo Mingrui's expression was completely blank. He stared at the special commissioner, lowered his voice, and screamed from his throat: "Besides me, how many people survived?"

The special commissioner was silent for a moment, and a hint of human sadness finally emerged in the eyes of this serious and upright man. "Twenty-three people."

Mo Mingrui didn’t know what expression he had at the time. He only knew that the special commissioner patted him on the shoulder and said dryly, “I’m sorry, we’re late.”

Mo Mingrui's voice was so hoarse that it didn't sound like a human voice. "Why?" His eyes were red as he stared at the special commissioner. "Why was there no alarm? Why were there no guards to intercept? Why was the emergency procedure not activated?"

The special commissioner's expression was grim. "This is exactly the purpose of our conversation... Someone turned off the central intelligence computer and let the Zerg in."

Mo Mingrui's face turned pale.

Is he a puppet or a traitor?

He would rather believe it is the former.

If it's the latter... he will really collapse.

Mo Mingrui spent two full months recuperating in the sanatorium. Although his body was not injured, his spirit was scarred.

He suffered from PTSD, or post-war syndrome. The psychiatrist conducted psychological intervention and treatment on him for two months, but unfortunately the effect was minimal.

Finally, the nursing home decided to let Mo Mingrui go home and heal his inner trauma with a peaceful atmosphere and the warmth of his family and friends.

Mo Mingrui ended his reminiscences and stared blankly at the scenery passing by quickly outside the window.

He deliberately chose the slowest speed so that he could carefully appreciate the scenery along the road.

These worldly things that he had already taken for granted in the past are precisely the medicine that saves him now.

Only the peaceful scenery could make him forget that nightmarish day for a short while.

Suddenly, an electronic screen on the roadside came into his sight. The electronic screen was playing the trailer of "The Five-Star Red Flag Under the Plank".

Mo Mingrui suddenly remembered that before going to the front line, he learned about his new film from Shi Jingxingbo.

At that time, he was still thinking that he must watch this movie when he returned alive from the front line.

Now, he is still alive, but a part of his soul is dead.

“Stop at the nearest movie theater.”

He needed something to distract himself, otherwise he would really go crazy.

…

Last year, due to the assassination of the president, the entire European Federation was in turmoil, so the Ark Prize was discontinued that year.

This year, despite the tense situation on the front line, the Ark Awards was held as scheduled.

Le Jing's movie received an invitation again.

His personal assistant looked very proud and said: "Teacher, "The Five-Star Red Flag Under the Wood Plank" has received twelve Ark Award nominations!"

Le Jing looked at the cover of the invitation calmly.

In the interstellar age of digitalization, the Ark Award, in pursuit of retro style and class, used velvet to make the cover of the invitation card and embroidered it with delicate platinum patterns.

It looks like a work of art.

This is the third time that Le Jing has received an invitation to the Ark Awards.

The first time, his film, The Queen's Dog, was a total failure and he became a laughing stock.

The second time, the Ark Prize was cancelled and "The Dawns Here Are Quiet" missed the Ark Prize.

Now, for the third time, his new film "The Five-Star Red Flag Under the Wood Plank" has once again received the favor of the Ark Award.

"Alas, it's a pity that the Ark Award was cancelled last year, otherwise your film The Dawns Here Are Quiet would definitely win the award! But it's not too late this year. After this year's award ceremony, you will be the youngest best director in the history of the Ark Award!" He said it confidently, as if Le Jing's winning the award was a foregone conclusion.

The young man curled his lips, threw the invitation letter on the table, opened the terminal and pulled out the new movie script he had just written, and said nonchalantly: "I will not participate in the Ark Awards."

"...Teacher, what did you say?" The assistant opened his mouth wide, wondering if he had forgotten to wear ears when he went out.

The young man didn't even look up. "I'm very busy now. I don't have time to go."

The assistant was almost crying, "But you have to go on stage to receive the award!"

"So?" The young man finally looked up at him, his eyes were cold, and he said with a smile: "I don't have time to play house with them. I don't care who they love."

Seeing that the assistant seemed to be nagging more, the young man waved his hand impatiently, "Go away, don't disturb me while I'm working."

The assistant had no choice but to swallow all the advice and left in frustration.

Silence finally returned to the room.

Le Jing's words just now were not out of anger, he really didn't care about the Ark Prize at all.

Before, influenced by the original owner's memory, he still had some aspirations for the Ark Award. However, after "Tulip Beauty" won the Ark Award, the Ark Award lost its authority in Le Jing's eyes and became a third-rate award.

He had no interest in wasting his precious time for a third-rate award.

He now sleeps only four hours a day and spends the rest of the time working.

He is now racing against time, wishing he could capture everything in his mind in one breath.

Filmmaking is a long process, and if he wants to turn everything in his mind into a movie, it would take who knows how long it will take.

So in the intervals of preparing for the film, Le Jing also wrote many historical film scripts, and then sold the scripts to other directors, asking them to help him make movies.

He doesn't care about other films taking away the box office revenue, nor does he care about other directors' fame and popularity overshadowing his own. He just wants those stories that have been buried for thousands of years to be made known to the world.

After the release of "The Five-Star Red Flag Under the Wooden Board", Le Jing did not pay attention to the box office, nor did he participate in any promotional activities. He focused on preparing a new script.

The new play tells the story of the black slaves' struggle for emancipation and freedom.

Although the subject matter is different, it has the same central idea as "The Five-Star Red Flag Under the Wood Board" - resistance to oppression and the unremitting pursuit of freedom.

To pay tribute to Martin Luther King, Lejing named the new movie "I have a dream".

A strange phone number suddenly appeared on the terminal.

Since working for the country, Le Jing's communication equipment has been set up with a high-strength firewall by the country, and there should be no unfamiliar calls.

Le Jing paused for a few seconds, but still chose to answer the call, and then there was silence.

The other party and Le Jing remained silent at the same time in tacit understanding.

About a minute later, the other party lost his patience first and asked, "Shi Jing?"

The voice was strange and stiff, as if a voice changer was used.

"Who are you?"

"I know that the movie you made is based on real history - real history that has long been destroyed by the Zerg." The other party laughed unpleasantly. "If this matter gets out, you will probably be suspected of being a Zerg spy by the government."

"oh."

"You don't seem scared at all?"

"Why should I be afraid? Do you have evidence?"

"Of course I do."

"Then you should publish the evidence to the whole human race." Le Jing was almost amused. He said coldly, "Publish the true history and prove that my movie is true history."

The other party was choked by Le Jing and remained silent for a long time.

Le Jing was ruthless: "I'll hang up if nothing happens. I don't have time to play guessing games with you."

"...You are smarter and bolder than I thought." The other party said faintly: "Are you interested in cooperating with us?"

"Who are you?"

The other party laughed strangely: "Didn't you say before that you have some Zerg friends? Now, we are here."

Le Jing: "Your IQ is too low. I'm not interested."