This voice echoed in the hall for a long time.

When the last light was completely extinguished, everyone stood in awe, with mixed feelings.

When the old man's narration stopped, the reporter felt as heavy as lead.

After the war, the discovery of new space technology allowed mankind to move towards a broader universe, and the emergence of artificial intelligence Adam and Eve made economic science and technology leap forward. The world is no longer what it was back then.

People all thought that the end of the war forty years ago and the emergence of new space and artificial intelligence ushered in a new era of exploration.

But who would have known that because of a tragedy, this era was delayed for more than four thousand years.

War is a cancer of human civilization.

This sentence, listening to it at this moment, makes people feel sad.

Who to blame?

Assistants, or humans themselves?

If at first——

The reporter shook his head. There are no ifs in history. What happened is destined to be unchangeable.

All humans can control is the future.

After the war era, mankind ushered in a greater era of exploration. Countless scientists and adventurers drove spaceships and sailed to farther stars. Everyone firmly believed that one day, mankind would be able to meet intelligent races in this lonely universe.

End the days of the cosmic orphans.

After bidding farewell to the tired old man, the reporter walked to the door and suddenly turned around.

"I heard that Marshal Tian Xingjian was once wanted for bigamy?" The young reporter asked with a smile: "If a bigamy crime is punishable by ten years, wouldn't Marshal Tian Xingjian have to go to jail for the rest of his life?"

Thinking of that honest-looking guy, Macchia also laughed.

"Whoever dares to arrest him is just a gesture from the government." The old man shook his head and said: "When that guy went to the street to buy groceries and saw the wanted poster, he happily took it off and put it on the door of his house."

The reporter burst out laughing.

"But" when the old man sent the reporter out, he winked mischievously at him: "Having too many wives is not a good thing. That guy's life is almost the same as being in jail."

A certain year, a certain month, a certain day.

The fat man got up from the ground covered in mud, lit a cigarette, panted and waved to a little guy who was almost a replica of his childhood: "Son, we will play again later, daddy is not good anymore. Take a breather."

"How can a man say no?" The six or seven-year-old fat man looked disdainful.

The fat man fell down on the garden grass and looked at the sky blankly.

"Fat man." The little fat man laid his head on the fat man's belly: "If it weren't for your classmates and teachers who said you would be beaten to death, I wouldn't believe you were still a hero before."

The fat man looked unhappy.

"Bah, whoever wants to be a fucking hero is a bastard!"

"I don't want to be a hero either."

"Why?"

"I'm afraid of death. If I'm caught and forced to confess, I'll definitely do anything. Even if you go to several mothers' rooms at night, you'll have to tell me."

"You little bastard, how dare you!"

"Hey, fat man, you are so cowardly that you dare to threaten me. Believe it or not, I will cry now."

"Okay, little ancestor, I was wrong."

Liang Hui said, "Fat man, who do you admire most in this life? My mother said, is it our grandpa?"

"Well, your grandpa is one."

"Why? Grandpa is not a hero."

"Son, not everyone in this world is a hero, but in everyone's heart, there is a hero. In the eyes of me, your mother and your grandmother, your grandpa is a hero."

"Oh... Grandpa is one, then who else is there?"

The fat man stared at the sky, and before his eyes, the backs of Hamilton, Brown, Snyder and thousands of stormtroopers appeared again.

"There are many more people. Many, many more." (End of the book)
Chapter completed!