National Juggernaut

Chapter 393 Sequelae

When Zheng Li woke up again, it was already noon.

After confirming the temporary location, the Peace Corps disbanded on the spot. Many people had their own affairs to attend to but in fact most of them hadn't left yet. Like Zheng Li, they slept until noon.

Fatigue is the protection mechanism of the body. The double overdraft of the spirit and the body makes many people overestimate their own state. The joy of victory and harvest makes people forget their limits. to.

Zheng Li slept poorly, waking up several times a night like a nightmare.

If you are still assembling various "Blood Feather" production lines and experimental models in your dreams, then you probably won't sleep well. Obviously, the cramming super teaching method is not without flaws and problems.

But once, he was woken up by a disturbed female voice screaming
"Don't. Don't come any more."

At that time, Zheng Li was startled. The voice was still a little familiar to him. The cry was both desperate and full of fear, and could be heard on the entire floor. Could something have happened?
".Examination paper, don't take the exam, the teacher will let me go! I have already done [-] questions, and [-] questions are really not something that can be done in a day."

Well, well, it looks like another victim of cramming.

"Sounds worse than me? [-] questions a day."

But thinking about it is a matter of course. Biology in this era is not a niche subject in the old era. It is a comprehensive subject that studies biological knowledge such as psionic organs, alien ecology, and psionics.

Not to mention getting a bachelor's degree in four years, getting a degree is actually the beginning of an academic career, and it's normal to spend more than ten years or even a lifetime of energy after that.

"Tsk, how dare you fill in biology? How many lessons will be brought by summoning a hero-level biology tutor?"

So, he went back to sleep, and he didn't forget to close the doors and windows before going to bed, which was more or less soundproof.

Repeatedly waking up and falling asleep, tossing and tossing repeatedly throughout the night, did not sleep well at all, and waited until noon when he came downstairs.
"Huh? Didn't sleep well?"

Ms. Song Ying was sitting at the table with her head down. She was looking at the ledger while drinking coffee. The moment she raised her head, Zheng Li was startled.

"I'm going, pandaren?"

The huge dark circles are too eye-catching, the girl's face is full of immortality, and she managed to get the "Dark Circles" achievement in one night, which is really amazing.

"Didn't sleep well? Hehe, I woke up at three o'clock and didn't fall asleep. No matter whether I took medicine or knocked myself out, I started to attend classes, do questions, take exams, and be criticized as soon as I fell asleep. I dare not sleep anymore. Let's wake up and do something serious. "

Zheng Li thought for a while, this is really possible.

"It may be that your instructor thinks that the time is too short, and he is afraid of indigestion by forcibly instilling it. Many memory fragments are compressed in the subconscious, and let you relive them in your dreams. Maybe you will not disappear completely until you really master it."

In an instant, Song Ying froze, paused for a moment, and two drops of clear tears slipped from the corners of her eyes.

Although I like biology to the point of being close to life, this is day and night, which is far too much than direct murder.

Zheng Li was a little sympathetic, but also a little thankful, fortunately, he was still a martial arts subject, mainly practicing rather than studying, and the main work was basically over.

In the end, Zheng Li really wanted to learn more about the saber technique professor Leng, but the other party didn't want to teach him anymore.

".Your talent in sword skills can only be said to be average, but the ability is strong enough, you should not be limited to my path, just like you are now concentrating on the 'Blood Feather' type, not those dead people with my sword skills. The move itself. Since the type of blood feather you have conceived now has come to an end, then the development of the matching knife technique should also come to an end."

In the end, before Instructor Leng left, he also told Zheng Li to "go his own way", "Turning the experience of the seniors into nourishment instead of shackles is the respect for the seniors."

Zheng Li is also dreaming, although there may still be some sequelae, but it should not last long.

Shaking his head to Song Ying, Zheng Li didn't say much, this kind of thing can only be done by himself, and he also wants to relax.

The firefly cart was parked in a temporary parking area, which looked like a school before, but now the teaching building is a piece of broken bricks and tiles, and the playground can still be used.

The rookie battlegroups that have retreated to the second line are now in a "standby" state, but it is expected that there will be no battles, and many battlegroups have taken a holiday first.

The streets outside have been cleaned up in an orderly manner. Some policemen, cleaning staff, and consumer team members returned to the city first, trying to create a relatively stable living area.

At this time, Zheng Li knew that some of the personnel hadn't even left at all, and had been waiting in the underground shelter.

Now, they have taken out the materials in reserve and restored some infrastructure. Facilities such as hospitals, (arms, consumables) markets, car repair shops, and factories for basic consumables were restored immediately.

But judging from the number and scale of returnees, Zheng Li estimated that they had no intention of restoring the functions of the urban area, but only planned to build a functional small and medium-sized town as a temporary population gathering place.

"In the future, that will be the big city, the big city that can move"

The huge city stops not far away. With its size, any corner of the old city can be regarded as "not far away."

The flying units above are coming and going, and it seems that consumables are being delivered, and sparks and lightning can be seen from time to time. While the war is still going on, the reconstruction work is also going on.

The suppression teams on the periphery have already set off. During that time, the "Digital City" was shut down, creating countless spatial cracks around it, and countless uninvited guests also came.

Now that the war is probably finalized, and this place is still the territory of humans, then those who cross the border will usher in their fate.

In a sense, new people are marginalized. Everyone is busy with business, "boys" you have done a good job, now take a break and adjust yourself.

"Will there be another round?"

Zheng Li was a little speechless, there was no response to the notice and inquiry, and the Mythical Forces were put into further cleaning work. It is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to enter and live in the new big city, and it is absolutely impossible to leave a monster behind.
It stands to reason that no rookie competition has only three rounds, but this is no longer a rookie competition, so what happens is quite normal.

And if you consider that a month later, this new big city will face the real ghost king Qiu Zhishan. Zheng Li suddenly felt that the entry of the people may be a later stage, and the priority is to let them enter the state of combat readiness first, and it is no wonder that the people around The temporary military factory is rushing to work crazily.

"A war?"

There were many sighs before, but when it really came to the present, Zheng Li was very calm.

After experiencing the test of life and death, he also seemed to have crossed that threshold unknowingly.

"Fighting, exchanging trophies for increased combat power, fighting, resting, improving, fighting. This is the life of a professional sword master. It is normal when he falls down. If he can live to retire, he is lucky."

Sword masters who take fighting as their career core seem to be living such a life from the moment they were born. The only difference is that the ratio of "rest" and "fighting" is different with the times.

And in some respects, this era already has the possibility of being a "civilian", which is already a kind of progress of the times.

Zheng Li shook his head, and put aside the unnecessary distracting thoughts. He already had too many worries, and there was no possibility of the second choice.

"Since there may still be battles in a month's time, let's turn the spoils into a real increase in combat power. This time, many spiritual blades can break through. Will there be new spirit races born?"

(End of this chapter)