Chapter 29

"This is the battle situation two hours ago, sir." Shen Pingyan held a stack of documents and gave a brief report, "We can still hold out for about 6 months, but the Middle Ages may not be able to survive."

Shen Pingyan paused and couldn't help but sneer, "There are at least twenty technologies used in the battlefield that have never been reported. It's almost equivalent to us completely updating the machine. We wanted to use these to increase your m..."

He suddenly stopped talking, lowered his head and picked up the document approved by Shen Jian as if nothing had happened.

"Why for me?" Shen Jian asked with interest.

Shen Pingyan pushed his glasses and said calmly, "Sir, when do we start the attack?"

Shen Jian was skeptical about the quality of this diversion, but he was willing to keep it a secret. Upon hearing this, he just blinked and hinted, "Perhaps, we should speed up the consumption of the new medieval machines?"

"Although the model is a bit old for us." Shen Jian lowered his head and looked at the freshly released battle report. The front page was the exact statistics of the number of casualties. "But the damage to the ground is still very large?"

“Also, Shen Pingyan.” Shen Jian stared at the six-digit “death number” for a while, and asked slowly.

The commander's back was straight, but he bent slightly when he heard Shen Jian's slowed down voice, and then lowered his head again to show his submission, "Sir?"

Shen Jian said slowly, "...Did I leave any plans behind?"

He had wanted to say it a long time ago.

Since he had the memory of "travelling through time" and was in control of the initiative, his subordinates had confirmed the truth even before him, and even insisted that he was the original leader of the Wuyan Tower without any doubt.

This was something that Shen Jian himself was not sure about.

Then a flaw that was almost obvious in front of Shen Jian appeared: Why are they so sure?

"Ah, that must be it. You must have known something before." Shen Jian said calmly.

It’s still too urgent, Shen Jian thought.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many loopholes. Theoretically, the tasks that were once issued but are now unknown to him should be feasible.

However, they seemed to have suffered a lot during the four years he was away, so when they realized he was back, they came over eagerly, like poor puppies who had been waiting for their owner to come home for a long, long time.

"It's very cute." Shen Jian said without thinking.

But still, not outstanding enough.

How did he choose people at that time?

Shen Xiuzhu, Shen An, Shen Pingyan, Shen Wenyan… How come these people who were supposed to be in close contact with him as planned are not very good at acting?

Shen Jian's eyebrows flickered, and he had slight doubts about his past self.

The leader showed regret. "But I really want to know what the mission is. Is it related to the Ark? Is it related to the current situation? Or, is it related to 'him'?"

"Or, ... what is it that requires 'I who know nothing' to accomplish?"

Shen Pingyan's expression slowly stiffened, and his entire body seemed to be nailed to the ground, quickly solidifying into a cold, solidified plaster.

"...What?" He opened his mouth twice before forcing two words out of his throat one by one. The dry tail sound fell on the carpet, causing a huge silent vibration.

Shen Jian sighed and asked again in a good-tempered manner, "I mean, maybe, I did this before - a long time ago, maybe even four years ago..."

"…Did I leave behind any tasks that are relevant to who I am now?"

Shen Jian silently put the documents aside, clasped his hands on the table, and looked at him with a smile.

For a moment, Shen Pingyan felt like he was drowning, his limbs were cold, and he couldn't even feel his own breathing.

His fingertips trembled slightly, but the next second the master used all his strength to forcibly stop it.

Can’t, can’t be discovered by the master, now, can’t be discovered by the master...

Shen Pingyan's calculating brain was filled with this thought. He seemed to be breathing heavily, but also seemed to be doing nothing, trying his best to stick to a mission from the old century.

"The highest authority." Solomon suddenly resumed operation from standby mode, interrupting the approaching atmosphere of terror.

It raised the screen and sent it to Shen Jian, "The [Perilla] signal sent a communication record."

However, Shen Jian seemed to have just asked a small talk, leaving the plaster sculpture with panic all over its body standing there, calmly retracting his gaze, and turned to look at Solomon's expression.

It had a new icon symbol, a puppy dog ​​eye. Shen Jian liked it very much and touched its round display screen.

The newsletter message is a fairy tale.

Shen Jian slowly typed a question mark.

He raised his eyebrows and read it carefully. The fairy tale tells the story of a foreign princess who defeated the evil king on her travels, won the prince who was cursed by the king and turned into a dragon, and continued her journey on the dragon.

Yes, win.

"..." Shen Jian pulled the corner of his mouth and gestured very weakly, "Solomon, use the D password to crack it..."

"Okay, I need permission."

"Yes, I allow it."

"Thank you, the one with the highest authority." Solomon turned around and used his iris to record Shen Jian's calm and casual look when he delivered the order, and once again cleared out a bunch of useless and messy data.

Shen Jian took the opportunity to check Shen Pingyan's condition and confirmed that he had not collapsed, so he left him standing there, waiting for Solomon's deciphering in a leisurely manner.

Half an hour ago, in the Middle Ages, at the frontline main battleship base.

When Bai Rui came in, he just heard Mo Yi saying the last words to Shen Jian with morbid excitement. He stumbled as he raised his leg to step over the threshold.

"...What are you doing here?" Mo Yi's expression turned cold again after glancing at the door. He turned around and sat back on his high seat nonchalantly. "What happened on the front line?"

Bai Rui paused for a moment and took a breath, then walked over and sat on a chair at one side. He asked in a relaxed manner, "Just as you thought, the Wuyan Tower can't do anything to us... What's next?"

"I heard that you have confirmed that you are going to release the virus on the ground?" Bai Rui frowned and complained, "Where are you going to release it first? You have to avoid the area under the jurisdiction of my city."

Mo Yi smiled, "Ah. This one."

"Of course, our city won't be the first to be launched, and I didn't say it was confirmed." He changed his posture and leaned against the armrest.

Bai Rui's expression visibly relaxed.

Mo Yi carefully observed Bai Rui's expression, and waited for a few seconds before replying with a malicious smile, "I have already started the delivery."

"Don't worry, Bai Rui." Mo Yi admired Bai Rui's instantly pale face with satisfaction, and said with a polite smile, "It won't affect your city... No, or rather, it's impossible to affect your city."

He believes that he is not responsible for the mental state of his partners and subordinates. In the end, these people will have to be cleaned up anyway, so he will still play a prank on them occasionally.

Although the joke is about thousands of lives.

Staring at Bai Rui's hurriedly departing back, Mo Yi couldn't help but laugh for a while, then he slowly stopped smiling and looked coldly at the two maids in white cheongsams in the corner.

"Close the door and get out."

As Mo Yi turned on Shen Jian's projection, he muttered to himself in confusion, "The projection video just now needs to be played again. It seems that the expression just now was not completely replicated. Is Bai Rui's mood wrong?"

Almost as soon as he set up the shielding equipment in his room, Bai Rui immediately sent a message to a weak short frequency signal.

[…He set up the entire A City District 6 as a “wild” laboratory, relying on the newly developed anti-image query equipment to conceal the routine inspection every three years. The spread and development of the virus were all carried out in the district, which seemed to have lasted for about two years.]

[At present, there may be no survivors in District 6. ]

District 6 is a circle of area close to the edge of City A and other cities.

"So, what the Middle Ages said about 'it's impossible to spread' is because a jurisdiction has been cleared, which is equivalent to a buffer zone for a forest fire. Since there is no host, the virus certainly cannot spread out." Shen Jian said lightly while looking at the information. He was not even in the mood to have emotional fluctuations.

Shen Jian leaned back in his chair and turned his head, “Shen An, you were responsible for recycling Area 6 back then, right?”

Shen An was very far away. He knelt on one knee on the carpet as soon as he stepped into the door. He was a world away from Shen Jian, but he still felt cold all over.

"yes."

"Very good." Shen Jian said calmly, "Let's put aside the secret that may exist between us, now."

“Now, I will only ask one question.” Shen Jian stood up, walked past Shen Pingyan, who had a stiff expression, without any care, walked in front of Shen Jian, and looked down at his subordinate’s hair.

The leader glanced at his subordinate's sword, then slowly said, "During the routine inspection three years ago, were the anti-medieval shields made?"

He doubts him?

Shen An suddenly wanted to cry again.

But he held it back, choking slightly as he said, "No."

“Yeah.” Shen Jian’s eyes moved away from the sword again and he walked back, “Get up.”

Shen An stood up obediently, but tears fell uncontrollably as he moved. He lowered his eyes and let the silent tears flow down without even wiping them.

Shen Jian held his forehead and sighed.

He really wanted to comfort his two extremely frightened subordinates, but he really couldn't spare the energy to do anything.

"So, everyone, including everyone."

Shen Jian simply turned on all channels of the internal lines of the Wuyan Tower. Solomon raised the display screen and scanned Shen Jian with his dog eyes.

...one hundred percent...some kind of dignity, anger, that has been challenged?

"Let's ignore the little secret between us for now." Shen Jian turned the pen with an indifferent look, not paying any attention to the breathing sound that disappeared instantly in the channel.

Since sitting in this position, Shen Jian gave a death order for the first time, "Now, I don't care what higher-level tasks you have, interrupt their progress."

"Solve the Middle Ages in two months."