People always have to go through a lot to become truly mature, especially Zheng Feng, who has the body and genetic awakening of a 31st century human, but the maturity of his thinking is no different from that of a 21st century human.

Since he was sensible, everything he has experienced has accumulated his character bit by bit.

His understanding of the world is also moving forward bit by bit at his own pace.

From time to time, he will be disturbed, and from time to time, some thoughts that should not have arisen in his mind, and he will recall some knowledge that does not belong to him, but he is still himself.

His understanding of the world and himself has been steadily advancing at a predetermined rhythm, and this rhythm stopped at this moment.

A person's outlook on life is determined by two things, one is small things, and the other is big things.

Before this, the eleven-year-old Zheng Feng had not experienced any real big things.

He thought that the first big thing he would experience was to improve himself by participating in competitions, make a name for himself, and then leave Planet 7, go to the front line, and throw himself into the battlefield where life and death were uncertain.

He regarded that as a major change that he must experience in his life. The main theme of his life would change from plain and stable study to a thrilling military career.

He was looking forward to it and had prepared himself mentally.

He even imagined many times that he would join Tang Tianxin's battleship and then work together with his parents in the mission.

He never thought that another dramatic change in life would come so abruptly.

For many eleven-year-olds in this era, losing their parents is not a big blow, because the Fate Covenant Mark will always be activated by the self-protection mechanism at the right time to prevent the violent shock from breaking the emotional threshold of a person and leaving a permanent "scar" in the heart.

Or, even if we put aside the effect of the mark, with the general precocity of human beings today, the psychological age of 11-year-olds is no longer a child, but an adult.

But Zheng Feng's mark has long disappeared. Although he has shown his talent in the field of combat, he is still an eleven-year-old boy in the 21st century.

After briefly explaining the situation to others, Zheng Feng stopped talking and returned to his silent state.

If he was outside at this moment, still controlling his body, he might have sat down limply.

But now his consciousness was installed in a small beetle with a mechanical structure, and the violent impact only made him pause for a short moment, and then the beetle continued to move according to the preset program, completing the work at hand step by step. Click,

click, click.

The finger-like beetle's mouthparts were opening and closing, and every time it opened and closed, a nanothread was sprayed out like a spider silk, wrapped around the ore in front.

On the other side, the beetles of others saw Zheng Feng continue to move, and they also recovered synchronously.

Edgar, who was on the side of Zheng Feng, opened his mouth accurately to catch the Namisol that was floating over from the other side, tied a knot with the one he had just thrown, and passed it to the side.

The beetle incarnated by Mata caught it accurately and passed it to the side again.

The five beetles moved in coordination and were extremely efficient, like a precision weaving machine.

From a distance, only the rustling sound could be heard, and the scene seemed busy and silent.

At this time, Zheng Feng had become an indifferent bystander.

His mind was blank, and the piercing screams continued. The image of the ship, Morning Breeze II, was like a nightmare in a kaleidoscope, flashing at a high frequency and lingering.

The frequency of interference suddenly increased, making his previously hard-earned skill of emptying his mind to avoid influence useless.

Zheng Feng was now unable to organize a complete thought, only a mess.

At this moment, another document popped out of his communication system, from the Yunding War Zone Command Center, still an emergency document, and the title showed that this was a video.

Zheng Feng subconsciously chose to play.

In the screen, Zheng Yifeng and Liang Yun, dressed in military uniforms, were sitting side by side.

Both of them looked a little haggard, and their expressions seemed a little nervous.

Zheng Yifeng clasped his hands together and placed them between his legs.

Liang Yun put her hands behind Zheng Yifeng's waist and forced a smile on her face.

Zheng Yifeng took a deep breath and said slowly, "Zheng Feng, when you see this message, we should have been gone."

He began with a standard suicide note.

Zheng Feng's mind was first filled with thousands of thunderclaps, and then it suddenly became clear.

The noise in his mind was gone.

Liang Yun nodded and said with a smile: "Today is January 6, 3008. We are stationed outside the Second War Zone. Today we received the highest level of alert, so we came here to be on guard."

Zheng Yifeng: "But we don't know what the enemy we are about to face will look like. In short, it should be very dangerous."

Liang Yun continued: "Your father and I have been a little uneasy these two days, so we discussed and decided to take this photo. This video is prepared for you. Of course, we all hope that you will never see it. But now, it is obvious that you have seen it. "

Zheng Yifeng closed his eyes for a moment, as if he took a deep breath, and then slowly said: "I'm sorry, Zheng Feng, we can't go to the end with you."

Liang Yun: "I'm sorry."

At this point, the two looked at each other, as if they were imagining that they were on the other side of the camera, looking at themselves across time and space.

The two people's eyes flickered slightly, and their moods were extremely complicated.

An inexplicably sad atmosphere was slowly rising.

Zheng Yifeng patted Liang Yun on the back and changed the subject, "Of course, no one can really predict the future. We recorded this just because we felt it, so we should be prepared. Maybe we are just being too sentimental? I hope so, hahaha..."

Liang Yun punched Zheng Yifeng on the shoulder, "Be serious, we are recording a will for... Zheng Feng."

"Oh oh oh, okay."

Zheng Yifeng quickly and obediently sat down, his hands on his thighs, sitting upright, his expression solemn, without the dignity of a father, but more like a primary school student caught by the teacher.

Obviously, Liang Yun's careless slip of the tongue just now made Zheng Yifeng suddenly recall the real target of his last words, so he was a little too nervous.

Liang Yun saw that her husband was too relaxed, and quietly bumped his thigh with her leg.

Zheng Yifeng's tense body relaxed a little.

He looked at his wife with a little embarrassment.

Strange to say, Zheng Yifeng is already a veteran who has been on the battlefield for a long time.

Since leaving Planet No. 7 and joining the battlefield eleven years ago, he has experienced life-and-death crises dozens of times, if not a hundred times.

Although Meimei always managed to turn danger into safety, she was also halfway to the gates of hell, but she had never been so nervous before.

Because both her reason and her emotions told her that these were probably the last words that she, as the reincarnation of the sage, would say to the sage.

Zheng Feng's seal of the covenant of fate had been broken, and his emotions and character were too much like those of an ordinary person in the 21st century. Therefore, Zheng Feng clearly knew that what he said today would undoubtedly have a long-term impact on the reincarnation of the sage, and indirectly affect the fate of all mankind.

Before he opened his mouth, he couldn't even think about it.

He didn't know whether he should give Zheng Feng a chicken blood or pull back a little.

If I add too much blood and exaggerate the hatred, and Zheng Feng is dominated by hatred before he wakes up, what if he makes a mistake in judgment and dies prematurely in the future? But

if I say nothing, Zheng Feng fails to understand the truest desires of himself and his wife, and then quietly affects the motivation of the reincarnation of the sage, suppressing the height he can eventually reach, what should I do?

When the couple was still alive, Zheng Yifeng didn't have so many foresights in his heart, because no matter what he said or did wrong, there was still a long time, and there was always a chance to make up for it.

But this time was different, it was a will, the final explanation.

There was no turning back.

Moreover, the two of them had already read the biography of the ancient sage Chen Feng and knew the fate of Chen Feng in his previous life.

His parents died long before he could remember.

In that era, he didn't even have the chance to hear his parents' last words.

Then of course he should do his best to make up for some of the regrets of the ancient sage.

After a long time, Zheng Yifeng put thousands of words into one sentence.

"Son, Dad and Mom just want to tell you that we are proud to have a child like you. We have never regretted that we are about to participate in a war where life and death are uncertain. Goodbye."

After Zheng Yifeng finished speaking, the video recording came to an abrupt end.

Deep in Zheng Feng's empty mind, there gradually began to be sounds like an iceberg collapsing.

A tiny seedling sprouted from his barren heart.

The seedling swayed in the wind, spreading and growing.

The branches expanded like wildfire.

The leaves swelled in the strong wind.

The beetles were still working outside.

The other Flying Tigers knew about the earth-shaking changes that were happening in Zheng Feng's heart.

The noise in Zheng Feng's heart and the Morning Breeze II that kept appearing had changed in content, becoming fragmented images that could only give a glimpse of the whole picture.

Some scattered "memories" that seemed to belong to him but did not belong to him were becoming clearer as the seedling that broke through the soil continued to grow.

A few minutes passed unknowingly, and when the Flying Tigers outside finally tied up the ore, the growth of the seedling in Zheng Feng's heart suddenly stopped.

It did not stop completely, but was covered by an invisible and invisible net.

The branches began to bend, the leaves continued to pile up, and the shape of the whole tree was pressed into a solid hammer shape.

Zheng Feng didn't know what was wrong with him, and he couldn't see the tree in his heart.

He only knew that there was a huge anger rising in his heart, but he had nowhere to vent.

He had overwhelming hatred in his heart, but he needed a clear goal.

Although he knew the answer without asking, it was naturally the army of the Compound Eyes who killed Zheng Yifeng and Liang Yun. He knew very well that the biggest enemy was just ahead, waiting for him there.

But this goal was too big and too general, so he couldn't find a specific foothold.

Suddenly, he issued an unquestionable order in his mind, seemingly aimlessly.

"Tell me the specific details of the war, I want to review the war video."

After waiting for a full five seconds, Zheng Feng heard the voice of "Xiao Wei", "You... Chen Feng?"

Fanxing asked, while quietly trying to read Zheng Feng's thoughts and memories.

Logically, this should be a very simple matter, because at this time Zheng Feng's consciousness was already conducting a remote brain link through Fanxing's network.

But a strange thing happened. When Fanxing's data probe just approached, it seemed to hit a copper wall and an iron wall.

In the words of artificial intelligence civilization, Zheng Feng's brain waves were encrypted.

Zheng Feng repeated the order in his mind again, and this time his tone was stronger, with a sense of domineering and toughness that did not need to be questioned.

"Okay."

Although Fanxing couldn't figure out what was going on, and was not sure whether Zheng Feng had really awakened, but since this little guy was extremely abnormal and gave such a definite order to the "air" in the quantum network without even knowing that he was watching him, some kind of change must have occurred.

Fanxing opened up the process of the First Special Forces from the outbreak of the war to the death of Zheng Yifeng and his wife.

Zheng Feng chose to play it at a thousand times the speed.

Nearly three minutes later, after seeing with his own eyes the command ship of the Chengfeng Special Operations Fleet where Liang Yun was located explode like a supernova in the universe, Zheng Feng turned off the video.

"The Axial Tribe. It's the Axial Tribe. Aren't we hiding on the Axial Tribe star now?"

he muttered to himself.

The next moment, the beetle controlled by Zheng Feng was shaken violently.

His sudden burst of brain waves and emotions were completely out of control, overwhelmed the tolerance limit of the micro-robot's intelligent brain core, and caused the beetle, which was flying carefully close to the ground with the other four team members, to stumble violently.

The five beetles were dragging the five-kilogram ore at a very fast speed, but Zheng Feng, who was in charge of navigation and the balance, lost control of his beetle, which suddenly lost its balance and crashed into a small metal drum in front.

There was a loud bang.

Edgar and others fell to the ground.

Of course, they knew what went wrong, and they all looked at Zheng Feng with doubts.

"Captain, what's wrong with you?"

Li Qingqing asked first.

Mata Nicklaus loosened the rope and moved quickly.

At this time, Zheng Feng's beetle was completely stunned and unable to move. Even the dim indicator light representing the energy flow had gone out.

Mata tried to wake up his equipment emergency mode and conduct brain link communication, but he never expected that this prompt came from his system.

"Connection failed, the target object has crashed. The Flying Tigers No. 01 submerged robot has been disconnected and is in a blank state."

"Frozen?" Edgar was shocked, "Don't be ridiculous! What era is this? How could it crash? What does disconnected mean? Did the captain push out the mission module at this time? Don't be ridiculous!"

No wonder Edgar was so irritable. In fact, everyone was already taking risks at this time. If this accident happened again, everyone's situation would be extremely dangerous.

At this time, Mata shouted and shared with others the intelligence provided by the ultra-micro detector he had previously deployed nearby.

In the projection image in my mind, an anti-gravity centipede was rushing towards me from dozens of kilometers away at an extremely fast speed.

Obviously, the abnormal movement caused by the collision of the people on the mountain just now attracted attention.