I was working overtime late at night, and a message popped up in the company group: "@everyone, the King of Hell has joined the group." The boss's profile picture lit up: "Welcome new colleagues, let's start roll call. If you haven't arrived, follow me." The lights in the entire office building went out one by one. Strange rules and stories are integrated into the 996 workplace, using attendance machines to record life and death cards, and using KPIs to determine the order of reincarnation. This book scared me so much that I wrote my resignation letter the next day.
I have been a bookworm for ten years and don't know what to read. The first book I wrote has an ordinary protagonist and is about the end of the world caused by natural disasters. If you like it, you can read it. . .
There is a shortage of books. I have browsed through them several times and still can't find what I want to read. Try this book, it's a dark horse among game writers. It's really good to read, but it's a pity that it's a new book with less than 300,000 words, so I need to get to the bottom of it. A silver express letter changed his fate. Wang Yan, a 28-year-old publishing editor, received a mysterious box from "Galaxy Express". When I opened the package, there were only two crystals and a Chinese instruction manual inside. After being bound by a drop of blood, his right eye awakened a unique talent in the universe - the eye of cause and effect, which can see the destiny connection between all things. From then on, he became player No. 007 Of the cosmic game "Cosmic Cultivation Alliance". There are 10 trillion players in the universe, and there are only 10 places on Earth every year. The civilization level is displayed as "unknown". In Novice Village, they are the bottom cannon fodder hunted by higher civilizations. But he discovered: Earth's Emerald Universe only saw bean seeds, so he cut out high-ice seeds; Earth's silver was refined and called mithril, costing 1,200 star coins/gram; Earth's cold weapons were worth less than 1 star coin, but they could kill high-level monsters. While everyone was guessing which level of civilization he came from, he had already killed the entire Novice Village with a boning knife. This is not a game, it is a Shura field where the universe selects the "next God of Creation". Death is real death, but the living can take over the civilizational legacy of the deceased.
The protagonist is the rebirth of a thousand-year-old lich. At first, he infiltrated the company organization, and later secretly planned to disrupt the company.
Who knows? This fantasy novel hit all my favorite spots! At the beginning, the protagonist awakened and was ridiculed by the entire Internet for the most useless time-based talent. Everyone looked down upon him. However, when the dragon destroyed the city, he directly activated the time stop, picked out the dragon's heart with his bare hands, and slapped everyone in the face. The contrast was immediate! From the countdown in the academy all the way to the torture of geniuses, various abilities such as time-stop, retrace, and time clones are upgraded crazily. The plot is so fast-paced that people who watch it by pretending to be pigs and eating tigers, and counterattacks and reversals are excited! The structure expands from the academy to the world, and the emotional line is also very difficult. The whole process is free of abuse and brainless. The more I watch, the more I get addicted. I stay up all night chasing and can't stop. I close my eyes and rush to the book!
The content is purely fictitious! In a parallel world, humans use "accidents" to crush his light, and he uses monster genes to reshape the world! Jiang Yan turned the laboratory into a monster-making workshop, and let the army of robots destroy the human alliance. From the victim to the world-destroying creator, he killed decisively without a heroine in the whole process. This feeling of dark revenge made him orgasm directly in his head!
Chapter 27 Things are in order (Infrastructure madman Zhang Han kills Zhou Wen instantly) Zhou Wen led hundreds of thousands of Chu troops to storm Hangu Pass and was defeated in two days. Since entering the customs, nine of the ten counties and counties along the way have been empty, and the granaries have been looted. They are cleaner than locusts crossing the border. Hundreds of thousands of troops could only barely support themselves by chewing tree bark and digging grass roots. They walked hungry and exhausted all the way to the water. Going further west, there is still no food and grass to plunder. The refugee soldiers' eyes were red with hunger, and their marching speed became slower and slower day by day. His subordinates all requested to stay on the spot to rest and recuperate, but Zhou Wen flatly refused. He knew in his heart that once he stopped, this hungry army would collapse on its own. Only by attacking Xianyang in one go and seizing the royal granary can these hundreds of thousands of people have a way to survive. The army rushed westward, like hundreds of thousands of hungry ghosts rushing towards their prey. When they rushed to the bank of the Playing River and saw the stacks of grain piled high in the Qin camp on the west bank, the group of refugees went completely crazy. Zhang Han broke out from the Afang Service Camp and set out along the Chi Road to play in the water. This time, a total of 300,000 prisoners from Lishan and Afang were reorganized. Zhang Han distributed standard weapons, spears, daggers, and shields to the entire army in accordance with regulations. Everyone received official military weapons. But the nature of their origin as corvees has not changed: one hundred thousand elite veteran servants wear leather armor for protection, and the remaining two hundred thousand ordinary servants still wear the uniform short brown work clothes of the construction site. Regardless of whether they are wearing armor or not, all soldiers carry a hammer, chisel, and shovel hanging around their waists. Officers and soldiers hold weapons in their hands, and construction site tools hang on their waists. Everyone has two pairs ready for replacement at any time. The team stretched for more than ten miles, and the 300,000 troops marched steadily. Fifty miles away, they were able to seize the west bank of the water in one day and firmly guard the choke point for the Chu army's westward advance. The endless Weihe Plain stretches before your eyes. In late autumn, the wilderness is full of endless fields, and the vegetation is yellow and desolate. Playing in the water is in the dry season. The main river is more than 60 paces wide, and the shallow and clear flow flows through the river bed full of pebbles. The river beaches on both sides are flat and open, nearly one mile in diameter, with no trees blocking the view and an unobstructed view. The terraces on the west bank are high and the soil is solid, making them the most suitable for setting up camps and forming formations; the flat plains on the east bank are unobstructed, leaving plenty for the enemy to charge. The scorching sun hangs high in the sky at noon. Zhou Wen's hundreds of thousands of troops covered the wilderness in darkness, slowly pressing towards the Qin camp step by step. The tribesmen were all refugees who were forcibly taken along the road. Their clothes were in rags and their weapons were in a mess: rusted bronze swords with broken blades, sharpened wooden spears, hoe-head hatchets for plowing, and stones and sticks picked up everywhere. As long as you break through this line of defense, you can have a hearty meal. "Come in and grab food! Kill!" The roar exploded, and hundreds of thousands of refugees rushed forward in a chaotic mess like a flood that burst a dam. People and horses are crowded and trampling on each other, and the sky is filled with dust and the sun is blocked. The desperadoes in the front row were just focused on charging. Their companions on the left and right were strangers to each other and had no care for each other. They were completely out of formation. Above the Qin army's position, it was so quiet that you could hear a needle drop. As the young master of Jiuqing, Zhang Han has been in charge of the construction of Afang Palace and the corvee labor of Lishan Mausoleum all year round. He spent most of his life digging mountains and digging trenches to supervise fortifications. He has never set foot on the battlefield or studied military books. In this battle, he directly brought the entire set of procedures for intersecting multiple types of work on the construction site to the battlefield. The entire front is a complete excavation working surface. The servants under his command have worked together day and night for several years. They are divided into four teams: shield workers, chisel workers, swordsmen, and swordsmen. They work in shifts in the same work area all year round. No need to shout orders, no need to make temporary arrangements. When one person moves, the others instinctively fall into place. The shield builder builds the fence, the chiseler opens the gap, the swordsman traps the enemy, and the swordsman clears the mess. The four processes are rolled out simultaneously, and every link is interlocked, leaving no room for breathing. Zhang Han stood on the simple wooden wheel chariot, looking at the surging crowd, with a calm expression, just like when he inspected the construction section in the past. He uttered four words in a low voice: "Hold up the planks and set up a blockade." The shield workers in the front row all leaned over. Thick wooden shields were pounded into the loess, and the shields were tightly pressed together, just like a craftsman building a wall and closing the plywood, leaving no gaps. Thousands of arms fell simultaneously, instinct faster than military orders. The plywood has been closed tens of thousands of times at the Lishan construction site, and I can control the distance between the shield walls with my eyes closed. The refugee who rushed forward hit the shield wall hard, his head was bleeding and his ribs were in severe pain. He tried his best and couldn't take even half a step forward. The shield wall had just been erected, and no one was waiting for the second military order. The shield hand took the initiative to move a half-foot gap, and the chiseler was already at the corresponding position. "Grooving." The words came from the chiseler himself, no need for the admiral to shout. The corvee lurking behind the gap in the shield suddenly stood up and slammed down with a hundred-jin stone hammer. The enemy soldier who had just slipped in through the gap had not yet gained a firm footing when his knees were broken by a hammer and he collapsed to the ground wailing. The moment the hammer sounded, the swordsman had already stepped forward. We have been quarrying together for many years. One person is grooving, and the other is swinging a hammer. When the hammer falls and the gravel flies away, the swordsman who clears the place must be in place. This sequence is engraved into the flesh and blood, and there is no need to think about it at all. There was a new soldier who subconsciously grasped the standard Changge issued by the imperial court and stabbed the fallen enemy soldier hard. Gamao pays attention to the mechanics of his moves. For half his life, he only knew how to use a hammer to break mountains. His shots were stiff and awkward, and he missed with one blow. The recruit did not hesitate, abandoned the weapon with his left hand, and picked up the mountain hammer hanging on his waist with his right hand. "Buzz!" The short hammer fell hard and fiercely, which was the standard force he used to cut mountains and rocks thousands of times, just to smash it firmly, to death, and to penetrate it. The feeling of broken bones is transmitted back to the palm of the hand along the wooden handle, which is no different from the feedback of cracking granite in daily life. Brain matter and warm blood splashed across half of his face. He didn't even blink, and remained calm as usual. A scream suddenly stopped, the hammer hit the door in the face, and the celebrity bandit died instantly. The recruit had no expression on his face, and immediately returned to his position after the hammer fell. The weapons of the officers and soldiers are not handy, and the property on the construction site is the ultimate weapon. When the hammer falls and the knife arrives, it flows smoothly without pause or unnecessary movement. Just like chiseling bluestone at a construction site, the chisel blade has just been retracted, and the shovel immediately cleans up the gravel. The process is not messy at all. Zhang Han raised his voice and ordered: "Withdraw the barriers." Several large shields in the middle section suddenly retreated backwards, leaving a gap in the solid defense line out of thin air. The refugees who were desperately squeezing forward couldn't hold their bodies back and fell down in groups, falling straight into the death trap set by the attackers. This group of soldiers work together to clear the river mud all the year round. Their assassination techniques are very simple, just one thrust and one draw, in a repetitive cycle. They don't need to look at the person to aim, just look at the fallen position, and the gun tip will naturally be delivered accurately. Just like a laborer who has been digging in the mud all year round, the point where the shovel is inserted depends entirely on the body's memory, and there is no need to think temporarily. A strong man from Chu used his brute strength to knock open two wooden shields and was about to break the formation with a sword. An iron chain suddenly flew out and locked his ankle tightly. Before he could struggle, two corvees stepped forward quickly and steadily dragged the man into the formation. As soon as the prisoner was pushed to the ground, the sharp blade of the swordsman was already slashed. Everyone has accurately calculated the process nodes early. The head was decapitated with a single stroke of the knife, and the body was dragged away from the line in an orderly manner. Zhou Wen, who was watching the battle from a distance, was cold all over, and even his fingertips were trembling uncontrollably. He served in Xiang Yan's former ministry and as a member of Lu Buweishe. He was familiar with Xianyang city defense, the location of granaries, and the layout of Chidao, and his vision was far better than others. He has deduced all battle scenarios. Only one thing was missed: the hundreds of thousands of people under his command were just hungry bandits, not real soldiers. Qin Jun on the other side looked at the grain stacks, his mood as calm as when he was controlling the construction period. The forwards were swallowed up in an instant and could not make any waves. The refugees are distraught, and their companions will only watch indifferently if they are trapped in a tight siege. This army of prisoners advanced and retreated in a controlled manner. No one deliberately listened to orders, and no one disobeyed orders without permission. Everyone worked step by step, continuing the rhythm they had developed at the Lishan and Afang construction sites over the past five years. The shield worker predicts the time when the chiseler will lift the hammer, and the chiseler determines the position of the swordsman after the hammer falls; the swordsman knows the point where the swordsman will draw his gun, and the swordsman can predict the rhythm of the enemy's influx into the gap. For five years, more than a thousand days and nights, everyone stayed at the same working surface, repeatedly honing the same process. Such a tacit understanding is difficult for ordinary elite troops to achieve. The regular army relies on orders to advance and retreat in order, and they rely on each other's synchronized breathing. The front line was like a constantly rotating millstone. Knives fell, men fell, corpses were dragged away, and reserve soldiers immediately filled up their positions. Not long after, the morale of the refugee army completely collapsed. No one is coveting food, grass and property anymore, and everyone is left with the thought of escaping. When they came, the mountains and fields were overwhelming. When they fled, they cried and howled loudly. People and horses trampled each other, and corpses were scattered all over the fields. The loess on the riverbank was stained red with blood. Zhang Han looked at the scattered troops, his face calm and calm. He turned to the military officer beside him and said in the same tone as when inspecting the project: "Take notes. There are many types of work in this section, and the connection is smooth and there is no gap in the work. The enclosure structure is stable and the loss of consumables is within expectations." He raised his eyes to look at the fleeing enemies in the east, and said without any fluctuation in his voice: "Clean up the waste on site immediately. One construction section follows the other, and the construction period is rushed overnight. Before dawn, I want to see the next section of the working surface."
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