Ding-a-ling-a-ling...

the rapid ringing sounded.

"Oh, the time is up. Students, the class is over."

A spirited, slender, silver-haired but vigorous woman stood on the podium and said this to the dozens of children sitting upright in the audience.

The children heard that the class was over, but they did not move.

Sure enough, the older woman immediately changed the subject, "Wait a little longer, I will briefly talk about the special situation that I just missed. When the energy index of the antimatter battery drops below 10%, how to cleverly use the slow-release radiation shells to provide emergency energy."

The children in the audience were still sitting upright, but they were wailing in their hearts.

It is known that Teacher Tong will never end the class on time.

Her basic combat course will always come up with new ideas that are not written in the textbooks.

Of course, these children who were kept after school were not angry. Instead, they were very proud to think that they were lucky enough to be the first to listen to the new teaching materials. Another

forty-five minutes passed, and the woman finally began to ask random questions. When she knew that she was really satisfied with the children's answers, she waved her hand and said, "Class is over."

After that, she walked out of the classroom quickly with a brisk pace. The teacher of the next class who had been waiting outside the door raised his hand aggrievedly and wanted to say hello to her, but in the end he could only wave to the air.

...

"Instructor Tong, if possible, I suggest you fall asleep again."

Zhou Donglai said tentatively in the living room of Tong Ling's dormitory.

The core fleet, where Zhou Donglai, Tong Ling, the fleet command center, the Nuwa Project center team and other key departments are located, has a total of 122 ships, which is much larger than the scale of ordinary small teams, but the space inside the ships is still not enough.

Compared with the previous concentrated action of the fleet, more effective space is needed to ensure basic scientific research needs and productivity needs, and the breeding warehouses needed for rapid population growth also need to occupy more space. Now the personal living environment in the fleet has become worse.

The per capita living space has dropped to 30 square meters.

This situation will not last long.

Currently, the fleet's productivity system is simultaneously working on the construction of nearly 200 smart ships, which are expected to be completed in two years, when people's living space will become more spacious.

Zhou Donglai wanted to give Tong Ling a special treatment of more than 100 square meters during this difficult period, but was rejected.

In this tube-like living corridor, there are 30-square-meter cubicles of Tong Ling, Zhou Donglai and other senior commanders.

After Zhou Donglai finished his work for the day and confirmed that Tong Ling was "off work", he immediately ran over to make a futile attempt.

Tong Ling shook her head, "There's no need to sleep. My online warrior training course will start in twenty minutes. This batch of students will include more than 600,000 S-class warriors from various teams. Within three months at most, hundreds of top warriors will be born among this group of people."

"But..."

"No buts. I am awake and ready to fight at any time. If I need to wake up from my deep sleep, it will delay the time. Delaying the fighter is a crime. In addition, in the next journey, I will put more energy into the training of trainees. You need to reflect and so do I. The talent and fighting spirit shown by the third generation of warriors in the last battle are worthy of recognition. I will use the rest of my life to train at least ten elite warriors who can surpass me. This is more valuable than living to the end of my life."

Tong Ling, who had become taciturn, rarely said so much.

Zhou Donglai returned empty-handed again.

Some things don't need to be explained, but there is no doubt that Tong Ling gave up her second ideal of meeting the sage for her highest ideal.

...

"Teacher. I'm back."

A few minutes after Zhou Donglai left, Tong Ling's door opened from the outside and a handsome little boy pushed the door open.

Tong Ling nodded and raised her eyelids to look at the boy.

The faint sound of pipa exploding in the air of the living room indicated that the two people's thoughts had a violent collision and exchanged a lot of information with each other.

Afterwards, the boy ate dinner without stopping, and then returned to his small room, turned on the whole brain connection learning instrument, and began to complete the training plan given to him by Tong Ling step by step.

The boy's name is Tang Xiaao, the only son of Tang Yingju, and he is eleven years old this year.

Since the fleet began to disperse, Tong Ling asked Zhou Donglai to arrange him to the same room with her. The main purpose was to enable her to bring the child into the armored crew cabin as quickly as possible in case of an unexpected situation.

Compared to his mother Tang Yingqu, Tang Xiaao has changed a lot.

He began to master human language when he was one and a half years old and became a qualified tactical information relay at the age of five, responsible for quickly integrating and analyzing battlefield information to provide information reference for the command.

In the large-scale encounter in 2920, Tang Xiaao, who had just turned 11, was praised for his best performance among the grassroots relays of the Third Tactical Information Department. At the same time, he was severely criticized after the war.

Because this brat had made up a set of false identity certificates, he almost got into the third phase of the battle group and ran to the rear of the large army.

After that, Tang Xiaao was implanted with a chip in his body to monitor his movements, and Tong Ling kept him by his side for a long time to avoid any problems.

Tang Yingyu has a fighting talent comparable to Tong Ling, but she has not been able to show her talent. The ability that Tang Xiaao has shown so far has gradually shifted towards tactical command.

Considering that he is Tang Tianxin's great-grandfather, this change is not surprising.

Now Tong Ling wants to teach Tang Xiaao the details of how special combat power like hers can be used in simulated warfare.

If Tang Xiaao learns well enough, he will be able to complete the mission better when he really has the opportunity to command a special warfare vanguard team in the future.

Six hours later, Tang Xiaao watched his flagship being destroyed in the simulation system, sighed, and failed again.

He looked at the time, exited the battle simulation system, and in accordance with the unified management regulations of the fleet, opened the historical material learning library and began a new round of historical material learning. The main learning content was immersive observation of past historical facts.

Three hours later, Tang Xiaao finished a whole day's study task and lay on his back on the small bed.

Faced with such a high-intensity study life, even with his intelligence, he would always feel tired every day, but he was not bored.

As long as he guaranteed eight hours of adequate sleep every day, he would be able to restore his full energy the next day.

After lying down for a while, he sat up again and picked up a palm-sized piece of wood on the bedside table and a small file as long as a finger next to it.

He had carved the shape of a woman out of the wood, and traces of Tong Ling could be seen in the unpolished facial features.

On the museum shelf in front of his bed, there were dozens of carved wooden statues, including his mother Tang Yingqu, Zhou Donglai, Qin Guang, Chen Feng, Tang Tianxin, and the ancient musician Zhong Lei.

The largest of these wood carvings is only two palms long, and the smallest is only one finger high, but the workmanship is extremely delicate, the facial features are lifelike, and the postures of the figures are extremely charming.

If it weren't for the fact that they are not painted, the obvious wood grain can be seen on the surface, which would almost make people confuse the fake with the real.

According to the original words of another master carver in the fleet, a member of the Industrial Manufacturing Committee, Tang Xiaao's carvings are absolutely of great artistic value and can be passed down for thousands of years without being outdated.

The story has to start from three years ago. Since the age of eight, Tang Xiaao saw in the historical materials of the virtual history that the humans who were infiltrated in the old timeline would develop strange hobbies. He also inexplicably wanted to find something to put his mind.

Not long after, he began to learn wood carving from scratch.

He has a high talent and can complete one wood carving per month on average. So far, he has piled up a total of thirty-five.

This is Tang Xia'ao's only hobby, and it is also the fulcrum that helps him, a person with no heart, to maintain his personality.

He always likes to visualize these characters that are remembered and particularly cared for by the world.

When he looks at them in his spare time, he can't help but giggle secretly.

Zhou Donglai expressed his concern in this way, and hinted in both explicit and implicit ways that he hoped Tang Xia'ao would control his hobby a little

. But Tang Xia'ao said that when he was carving these characters, he would constantly strengthen his cognition in his mind, and visualize the life of the carving object in his heart, which could strengthen his own sense of history.

Without these things to support him, he might question his own human identity.

This matter is Tong Ling's fault.

When Tang Xiaao was just sensible, he faced troubles. Several little girls in his class showed a strong interest in him. Then Tong Ling told him the truth about reproductive isolation and the ongoing mother-in-law plan.

There was a constant rustling in the small room, and sawdust fell into the trash can like snowflakes.

Tang Xiaao's expression was extremely focused.

Suddenly, his wrist trembled.

Tang Xiaao clicked play.

"Xiao Tang, are you asleep?"

This was Zhou Donglai's voice.

"Teacher, not yet, what's the matter?"

Tang Xiaao has two after-school tutors, one is Tong Ling and the other is Zhou Donglai.

"Whose statue are you carving recently?"

"A musician named Lu Wei, one of the founders of the Savior Society."

"Oh? What do you think of her life?"

"She is a remarkable woman. Born into a family of hers, she was able to break away from individualistic thinking and narrow nationalism at an early stage in her life. It was not easy, and she was great."

"Yes. Everyone knows her feelings for the ancient philosophers, but she has never indulged in them, never caused trouble to the ancient philosophers, and never had a negative impact on the progress of civilization. If it weren't for her achievements in the political field, the world government would have been born at least thirty years later. It is the existence of these people that has allowed us to have what we have today."

Tang Xiaao nodded in the air, "Of course. Just as you said, Teacher Zhou, the meaning of history. History is both events and people. When we study history, we need to summarize the events first, but the personal spirit must rely on the names of one person after another to exist. Of course, no matter how detailed the records are, it is impossible to fully reproduce the image of a person. Everyone will create different historical figures in their hearts according to their own inner needs. Just like the ancient philosophers in my mind are definitely different from the ancient philosophers in your mind. The one in my heart is... Teacher, you are different from the self in your mind. "

Zhou Donglai: "But the meaning of historical truth is that when everyone gives the image of historical figures in their mind, they can grasp the core essence as much as possible. The same person in everyone's mind must have both differences and unity. These unified cognitions constitute the cultural attributes of our race and our national characteristics."

Tang Xiaao: "Take our fleet as an example. Different races with different personalities from different star regions will eventually form the nameless race recognized by everyone now. This is because before our different galaxy histories, we still have the same birthplace, the same distant hometown. We all know that everyone's ancestors are on Earth. In addition, after the fleet set out, everyone wrote a new history belonging to the nameless race together during the expedition, right?"

"Yes."

The teacher and the student started talking about wood carvings that night, and then talked about a lot of things.

The two talked about the five thousand years old country nine hundred years ago. The

two's vision jumped out of this ancient book that only recorded two hundred years of history, and continued to move the timeline forward, trying to analyze more deeply the wonders of this civilization disguised as a country.

As the cradle that gave birth to the world government, the ancient country has experienced a long period of disaster.

This country is magical, with a vast territory and many ethnic groups.

People in different regions have different habits and even different outlooks on life. Logically, this five thousand years old country should be as chaotic as the many divided small countries in the world at that time.

But the amazing thing is that the people of this country had already paid attention to the concept of a community with a shared future for mankind long before the birth of the world government. It is not just self-deception that they talk about, nor is it a pretext to deceive the world. Instead, they truly practice this concept deep in their hearts and restrain themselves by it.

This country longs to restore its former glory and return to the top of the world, but its lofty ideal of reaching the top is not based on the narrow concept of "I am the strongest, so I can plunder others with peace of mind", but on the great idea of ​​"I am the strongest, so I can eliminate disputes and lead mankind out of the earth".

The people in this country seem to have an innate sense of historical mission.

This is not self-praise, but is based on facts.

At that time, the ancient philosopher Chen Feng spent a lot of money to conduct a comprehensive questionnaire survey.

The results of the questionnaire survey show that the ancient people had a longer-term vision.

The development of human civilization in the following hundreds of years, and now, has further proved the authority and correctness of the questionnaire survey of the ancient philosopher Chen Feng.

Why is this?

"Because Chinese people value their own history and have a deep sense of pride in their long history. So after the 2008 earthquake, no matter how far apart we were, we were all united. The people of the whole country mobilized and used the whole nation's strength to rebuild the disaster area. Rescue teams, volunteer teams, and soldiers braved the risks of aftershocks and secondary collapse of buildings and rushed to the disaster area to save the lives of every compatriot who could be saved."

"In the next few years, targeted assistance from provinces and cities across the country helped the people in the disaster-stricken areas to gradually get out of fear, rebuild their homes, and move forward. After the disaster in 2020, the people of the country united again and once again mobilized the whole country to launch a desperate attack on the unprecedented, invisible enemy. Train after train carrying medical staff and volunteers rushed to the epidemic disaster area. Truck after truck carrying supplies, driven tirelessly by countless drivers, transported supplies back and forth."

"Who is not afraid of death? Everyone is afraid! Frankly speaking, if cherishing life is considered as fearing death, then the Chinese are the most afraid of death. When fighting, the Chinese always use the smallest cost to achieve the greatest results. They take pride in having fewer casualties and advocate concentrating superior forces in a local area to form a situation of having more people against fewer. Even if their equipment is not as good as others, the Chinese can still gain an advantage."

Zhou Donglai thought for a long time and concluded.