Superpowers in an Unstable Era

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Let's occupy the first floor first Let's get down to business. This background setting is very interesting. The key point is that the abilities themselves are not all weird and strange without basic methods, but the principles are consistent and repetitive. In other words, it can be simply understood as an alternative spiritual energy recovery practice for all people, but there are certain differences. Don't be too demanding about originality. After all, there are a lot of articles in the world, and this subject will be very interesting if it is written well. But how to add just the right extraordinary elements to this post-apocalyptic civilization reconstruction period and integrate it beautifully will test the author's writing skills and plot control. After all, the collapse of combat power is a common problem in this type of article. Take a look and look forward to it.

The road is long and long, I will search up and down, and encourage each other😁

A Chinese fanfic about superpowers (also known as Li Mo Xinghuo) in an unstable era The perspective here is that of the most grassroots soldiers in China who are undergoing a civil war Meng Wu dreamed again. He dreamed that he was reborn in the old republic before the catastrophe. He dreamed that he was a high school student, wearing a fat blue and white uniform and having fun with his classmates. He dreamed that his teacher stood on the stage and scolded the noisy classmates: "Now that you have passed the second model exam, why do some of you still not want to make progress?" ! Don't tell me that you are in the key class when you go out. I suspect that some of you, let alone the main line, can't even touch the two books!" The angry old man slammed the water cup on the desk, and a small splash of water immediately appeared in the enamel cup with the red five-star printed on it. This dream is really too real, Meng Wu thought. The reality was like a thorn, piercing into Meng Wu's heart, with bursts of stinging pain, reminding him all the time how inconsistent this dream was with reality. This ordinary student life only existed in his imagination, only in this dream, and only in the bedtime stories his grandfather told him those nights. Grandpa said that the young people at that time were like the sun at eight or nine o'clock, full of vitality, radiant and infinite possibilities, but what about me now? Meng Wu smiled bitterly. Thinking of the sun, he turned to look out the window again. The rising sun outside the window was like every sunrise he saw in reality, slowly throwing the golden veil over the horizon. No, it is still different from reality. These strands of golden yarn seem to be continuously being gathered into a silver line by unknown power, crossing the blue sky. A burst of sound became sharp and short as the silver line continued to approach. Wait... Is this a grenade? Before he could react, the ceiling of the classroom was instantly penetrated by a black object. The trajectory of the grenade was slowed down frame by frame in Meng Wu's eyes. In the mid-air of the classroom, golden buds bloomed quietly. "Grass!" He yelled and woke up. "Squad... Squad leader?" The little soldier guarding him was startled. "Shui baby? What's the matter?" Meng Wu wiped the cold sweat from his neck and turned to look at the soldier who shook him awake. The soldier's face was thin and childish, which kept overlapped with the youthful faces in the dream. "Shui baby, please turn your face away first." Meng Wu wiped his face. "Huh? Oh okay." Shui Wa turned around obediently. "Meng Ban, the order from the company has arrived. The squad deputy asked me to come and call you." "Okay, I understand." Meng Wu slightly adjusted the knobs and chin straps on the helmet to make the helmet fit more closely. Later, he held the 191 assault rifle and reluctantly "climbed" into the trench outside the bomb shelter. His Type 21 combat training uniform and QFG-11 helmet were rubbed with a lot of clay. He shook his head vigorously, trying to get the blooming golden buds and flying chalk dust out of his mind. After that, he quickly walked along the zigzag traffic trench towards the platoon command post - a bomb shelter reinforced by log pillars. The thin Shui Wa reluctantly followed behind. "Lao Meng, are you here?" The platoon leader raised his head. Meng Wu lowered his head and entered the platoon command post and found that all the squad commanders had arrived. Squad deputy Liu Yao waved to him to come over. "Lian Zhi reported that the enemy has a mechanized infantry company, with a mechanized infantry platoon equipped with two infantry fighting vehicles as the leading force, and is advancing towards us along the provincial road. Contact is expected in fifteen minutes. Our platoon is ordered to rely on the existing position and resolutely block the enemy before the turning point to buy time for the company's main force to flank. The early warning post Lao Dou estimates that it will not be long before contact with their leading vehicle." " Lao Meng, your third squad is responsible for frontal defense when the enemy comes up, directing the firepower on the reverse slope and preventing penetration. I will draw your area of responsibility on the terminal for you to see. " "Understood" Meng Wu and Liu Yao nodded. Next, the platoon leader deployed according to the defense areas of each squad. The infantry fighting vehicles were arranged on the reverse slopes of the two hills, and the two groups of the machine gun squad were placed on the two wings of the main position to form cross fire. "Do each class clearly understand your combat objectives?" "Yes!" The class commanders present responded in unison. "Disband and return to each squad's defense area, prepare to engage the enemy!" After returning to the position, Meng Wu divided the squad into three groups: anti-armor, blockade, and counter-infiltration. After making the arrangements, he looked outside the trench with a periscope as usual. The provincial road is like a gray-white belt, winding between two hills covered with low shrubs and woods. The surroundings were unusually quiet, with the only sound of the wind blowing through the trees above the trench. "Each team reported the situation." Meng Wu lowered his voice and gave instructions through the squad radio. "One group is in position, anti-tank rockets are ready." "The second group is in position, the light machine gun has a good view." "The third group is in position, the passages on both wings have been blocked." Time passes by. The air seemed to be frozen, making people breathless. Meng Wu could hear his heart beating powerfully but restrainedly in his chest. He thought again of the classroom in his dream, the carefree noise, which formed an absurd contrast with the dead silence of waiting at this moment. The "infinite possibilities" in Grandpa's words, here, there is often only one possible end point, and that is death (To be continued)