As the video file opened, the image quickly expanded, filling the entire screen.
The video appears to be the cockpit of a fighter jet, filled with various screens and buttons. The person who recorded the video is likely the pilot of this fighter jet.
Above the transparent trapezoidal window hangs a jade pendant, which, engraved with a fairy herb pattern, sways back and forth in the sunlight as the fighter jet vibrates.
“The Resurrection Pendant,” Su Wan pointed to the jade pendant, “each soldier has one, used to store their life essence.”
Wei Jingzhuo said, "They can fly in the sky even without riding giant eagles."
Having experienced so much, he was no longer surprised by these things of the future.
"This is a fighter jet." Su Wan smiled and rested her head on Wei Jingzhuo's chest, continuing to look at the screen.
Outside the fighter jet's window, the fuselages of other fighter jets could be seen on both sides. Below the formation were rolling black clouds, making the entire formation appear as if it were flying over a black sea.
"I'll repeat myself, this time the objective is to destroy the enemy's spacetime transmission device," the man's gruff voice boomed in the cockpit. "Light mechs will destroy the enemy's air defenses, heavy mechs will deal with the enemy mechs, and the fighter squadrons will blow that thing to smithereens. Got it, you bastards?"
The video was filled with responses, and the person recording it, a man, said in a steady voice, "Sir, understood."
The gruff voice continued, "This assault must be swift. The only medic mechs we've been given are these pitiful little crabs... Sigh, are the crabs here?"
Zhang Ying's voice rang out: "Sir, the crab is following the light mech squad and advancing covertly."
"You must make sure to recover the life essence of these bastards and stuff their consciousness into new bodies," the gruff voice emphasized. "Mechs can be rebuilt if they're destroyed, but our best warriors must not be killed."
"Sir, the crab has been equipped with the cloning module," Zhang Ying said. "All thirty-one mechs and eight fighter jets have been linked and can be recovered at any time."
Upon seeing this, Su Wan said, "No wonder Zhang Ying has a medical laboratory and cloning equipment. She's the pilot of the medical mech."
Just as Wei Jingzhuo was about to answer, a young man's voice suddenly rang out in the video: "Sir, enemy mechs have appeared ahead, eighteen heavy mechs and forty-five light mechs... Ah."
After a scream, the channel turned into static.
“Those useless bunch in the General Staff,” a gruff voice muttered, then roared, “The reconnaissance mechs have been destroyed! Attack! Attack!”
"Sir, received." The pilot recording the video pushed the control stick and took the lead in diving into the sea of clouds.
The fighter jet pierced the black sea of clouds, and the view outside the window turned pitch black, with only occasional flashes of lightning in the distance. The resurrection device above the window shook even more violently, and the entire fighter jet was shaking violently.
After flying for about ten seconds, the vibrations stopped, and the fighter jet broke through the clouds.
What was visible through the glass windows was an endless expanse of urban ruins.
The churning dark clouds obscured the sunlight, leaving the devastated, scarred land a gloomy yellow. Hundreds of stories high were reduced to mere skeletons; some were completely blackened by smoke; others were only half-built. Debris from the buildings completely blocked the roads, leaving no room to even step.
Neither the roads nor the buildings were in sight; there was no life. Vehicles had been reduced to charred metal frames, scattered haphazardly along the roadside like toys. The roadside parks were devoid of greenery, riddled with massive craters. A children's slide lay twisted and toppled in a crater billowing black smoke.
With a tremendous roar, the earth trembled, and towering mechs emerged from between the skyscrapers, heading towards the fighter jets.
They come in all shapes and colors. Some are four-legged like crabs, others are two-legged like humans, and still others are tracked. Each mech is equipped with a wide variety of weapons, practically armed to the teeth.
Su Wan had seen Zhang Ying's Cancer mecha and was amazed by its size. However, compared to these giant mechas, the Cancer mecha seemed much smaller. Similar in size to an adult and a primary school student, the Cancer only reached the waist of these mechas.
One mech charged ahead and crashed into a building that was about fifty stories high. The debris from the building fell on its shoulder like rain.
It was equipped with a huge box-shaped missile launcher on its shoulder, and it fired dozens of missiles at the fighter jet in one go. The missiles drew dozens of curved smoke trails in the air as they rushed towards the fighter jet.
The fighter jet performed a graceful roll in the air to evade the missile, then flew over the mech, and the pilot pressed a button on the control stick with his thumb.
A huge explosion rang out behind the fighter jet, which shook violently for a few moments before returning to normal.
"Target destroyed." The pilot maneuvered the fighter jet in a circle. The mech that had launched the missile had been reduced to unrecognizable steel, billowing smoke and flames.
"Fighter jets, support the mech squad immediately!" a gruff voice roared. "We've already destroyed six mechs."
"Sir, received." The pilot maneuvered the fighter jet toward the group of mechs engaged in fierce combat.
Amidst the ruins of towering buildings, dozens of mechs were using the buildings as cover to exchange fire. Clusters of green light cast a ghastly green hue over the ruins, while streaks of red light painted them blood red. Missiles traced crisscrossing trajectories in the air.
Several fighter jets roared overhead, dropping bombs and sending up huge plumes of smoke.
The buildings affected by the explosion tilted and collapsed to the ground like dominoes, and huge bursts of fire erupted from the bodies of the mechs, creating a deafening roar.
"Sir, we can't see the crabs on the radar," a hurried male voice shouted. "The crabs are gone."
"Crab, answer now," the gruff voice said. "You can't leave your squad. Answer now."
At that moment, the fighter jet recording the video suddenly shook, a red light flashed inside, and the world outside the glass window began to spin rapidly. The resurrection pendant collided with the cockpit glass, making a crackling sound.
“I’ve been hit,” the driver cried desperately. “Where’s the crab? Recover me! Recover me!”
The rough voice turned into a roar: "Crab, answer! Answer now!"
That's the end of the video.
Su Wan sighed and placed the tablet on the bedside table.
Wei Jingzhuo was silent for a moment before speaking, "Is this the world of the future?"
“Now I finally understand why Zhang Ying fled to ancient times,” Su Wan hugged Wei Jingzhuo. “The future world is really not as good as this place.”
Even with cloning technology, war can still take lives at any time. Perhaps out of fear, or perhaps out of weariness, Zhang Ying used the time-travel device to escape to this era.
"Why did the future turn out that way?" Wei Jingzhuo asked. "With cloning technology, everyone could achieve immortality, so why would there still be war?"
Su Wan smiled helplessly. She recalled a famous saying that accurately revealed the truth about human nature.
War, war has never changed.
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