Mou Xuan's tactical board was washed white by the heavy rain, and the red lines of the three defense circles turned into blood mist in the rain.
He wiped away the sulfur particles condensed on his eyelashes, and his throat tasted rusty as he repeated the command into the communicator - this was a side effect of continuously activating the time power.
Liang soil experts are using pyrite powder from ashes to build a protective wall. The mud mixed with ashes of corpses is emitting green smoke in the heavy rain.
"Leave the cornfield to me!" Farmer Du rushed to knock down two young apprentices before the shells fell. The drought-resistant seeds cultivated by three generations were trembling in the bulletproof glass cover.
He pressed his calloused hands on the glass cover of Qi Min Yao Shu, as if this could make this agricultural book from seven hundred years ago grow roots.
The first wave of impact came from the abandoned subway station in the northeast corner.
Thirty-seven marauders wearing gas masks broke through the barbed wire like a steel torrent. Their modified harvesters were welded with rotating sickles, and the tracks crushed the culture tanks, splashing mud containing diseased wheat seeds.
During the third time of time travel, Mou Xuan finally saw the snake-shaped tattoo on the leader's neck - it was exactly the same as the traitor who poisoned Shen Yao in the previous life.
"Team Two, switch to liquid nitrogen bombs!" He kicked away the remains of the communicator that was burnt by the electromagnetic pulse, and blood flowed through the slots of his tactical vest into his combat boots.
The ability of time superimposed double images on his retina, and the routes of the harvesters' advance were broken down into glowing grids in his mind. When he predicted the cutting angle of the sickle for the seventh time, he fired at the oil barrel three meters away.
The sound of bones breaking could be heard from the flames rising into the sky.
The raider leader looked at his calf embedded in the harvester's gear and only screamed when it was frozen into an icicle by liquid nitrogen.
The young warriors of the Alliance took the opportunity to throw out grappling hooks, twisting the five harvesters into iron coffins that emitted electric sparks.
"Is this your new agricultural expert?" The woman with a scorpion tattoo laughed into a loudspeaker a hundred meters away. At her feet lay the twisted body of Technician Zhong. "A madman who uses ashes to farm the land!" The aircraft behind her lowered a spider-web-like steel cable, and the germplasm resource bank container that Technician Zhong had guarded during his lifetime was taking off.
A cold light flashed across Chen Yao's sniper scope.
When the bullet pierced through the woman's raised hair, she was throwing Technician Zhong's ID card into the fire.
Sparks from the steel-core warhead hitting the aircraft's hood illuminated the faded paint on the side of the container that read "2075 Strategic Reserve" - exactly the same markings as the batch of pyrite powder in Mou Xuan's warehouse.
"Three teams change shifts!" Mou Xuan threw out the last three electromagnetic grenades and saw the military code on the steel cable clearly in the 0.3 seconds of time delay.
The mutated crows that had eaten Chen Yao's corpse in the previous life were now circling in the clouds following the aircraft.
He swallowed the taste of blood rising to his throat and pushed Chen Yao into the bomb shelter with astonishing force.
There was the sound of glass breaking from the medical tent in the rear.
The Mongolian agronomist rushed into the rain holding the rapidly expanding diseased wheat seeds. The golden sand-like embryos in the culture tank were devouring the corpses of their companions.
When he injected the last half tube of willow juice into the wheat ears, the entire experimental field was suddenly filled with fluorescent green mist - the soil that had been soaked in the blood of the plunderers was now oozing black mucus like petroleum.
"The second line of defense in the southeast corner has been lost!" Seed collector Fan, covered in blood, rushed into the command post, still holding tightly in his arms a bag of seeds stained with brain matter.
Mou Xuan looked at the blue light spot disappearing on the tactical board, and finally broke the tactical knot that Chen Yao had woven around his neck.
In the severe pain caused by the overdraft of his time ability, he vaguely saw himself in his previous life who was pierced through the temple by a willow nail.
When Chen Yao's hemostatic forceps pierced into the fifth injured person's artery, she heard the unique gurgling sound of the mutant crow.
She looked up and saw the hatch on the belly of the aircraft burst open, and twenty frost-covered coffins were pouring down like seeds.
In the transparent coffin at the front, a man wearing a military uniform from 2075 had the badge of the Academy of Agricultural Sciences pinned on his chest - exactly the same as the one in the old photos collected by agronomist Meng.
Mou Xuan's pupils suddenly contracted.
At the end of the seventh time reversal, he saw the frozen officer chewing wheat ears after waking up.
When the air raid sirens tore through the rain curtain again, he held Chen Yao's neck and pressed her into the blood-stained haystack, using his body to block the dark blue icy mist that leaked out of the cracks in the coffin.
"Load pyrite powder." His roar into the communicator woke up the unconscious Meng Agronomist.
Liang soil expert was using ash slurry to seal the last gap in the defense line, while Du Nongmin's trembling hands finally touched the emergency switch of the glass cover of "Qimin Yaoshu".
The moment the ancient bamboo slips came into contact with the rain, the wheat ears in the entire experimental field suddenly stood up like steel guns.
The aircraft crashed into the cliff with violent shaking, and the metal reflection thirty kilometers away turned into flowing magma.
Mou Xuan looked at the frozen human figures crawling out of the coffins. The wheat grains crushed by their military boots were pulling out barbed roots in the blood.
The barrel of Chen Yao's sniper rifle had already turned red, and the sparks from the shell falling to the ground ignited the sulfur dust in the air.
(Setting up the suspenseful ending)
Above the burning wheat fields, in the blue light of the last batch of electromagnetic pulse bombs exploding, the military terminal on the wrist of a frozen officer suddenly lit up.
The electronic screen in 2075 showed a countdown, and the title of the encrypted file being read was "The Final Phase of the Human Seeding Plan".
Mou Xuan kicked away the half-melted ice corpse at his feet, and did not notice that Chen Yao quietly hid the metal nameplate torn from the officer's collar - the name of Meng Agronomist's father was engraved on it.
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Sulfur dust exploded into golden arcs in the rain, and Mou Xuan grabbed the fighter plane and jumped onto the wreckage of the harvester.
The barbs of the mutated wheat ears scratched through the combat pants, but the poisonous roots wilt and curl up the moment they come into contact with the pyrite powder - this is the fourth-generation protective agent formulated by Liang soil experts.
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