The light in the room was bright and the air was filled with the tempting aroma of toast.

"OK."

Mother said: "You'd better wipe your boots clean tonight so that you can do it tomorrow..."

Speaking of this, the mother swallowed. Her voice sounded like she was on the verge of collapse. Her teeth tightly bit her lower lip and her eyelids were closed, as if a stream of sadness was about to gush out. Su Hao turned around instinctively and avoided her mother's eyes. This action was entirely out of subconsciousness. Although he knew that her mother did not exist, she had already affected her feelings of sadness and sadness.

Behind him, the mother continued, "You can wait and do it later. Now, you'd better go to the basement, where your dad is already there. He said, when you come back from the field, he wants to meet you."

She turned around and walked to the edge of the stove to remove the lid of the pot, and placed the bread on the chopping board. As for her loyal son, Su Hao could only turn around silently and walk towards the basement.

The father was there. This is how his thinking consciousness told him.

When Su Hao walked to the basement door, there was a quarrel noise from the machine inside, which was very harsh and messy. Due to the noise, his father did not notice Su Hao's appearance. He sat by the lathe at the corner of the basement, holding a whetstone in his hand and concentrated on polishing his wool shears. At that moment, watching his father work, Su Hao felt as if he was a ghost who had traveled through the world in front of him, but his family could not see or hear his presence. He immediately felt that this thought brought him a tremor.

A few seconds later, the horrifying thought turned into self-deprecating.

I've already done this. In the third stage of the world, what else is worth terrifying?

Isn't it? Su Hao never had a similar feeling when facing tens of thousands of mutated creatures on Earth. Now, it should not be more resistant than that time.

Soon, Su Hao broke the silence: "Do you want to see me? Dad?"

At his voice, the father put down the scissors and whetstones, turned around and looked at him with a smile: "I didn't notice you coming in. Son, have you repaired that pump?"

"Sorry, dad."

When Su Hao said the word "Dad", he felt an indescribable awkwardness. The strange feeling quickly became normal. He said: "I tried to replace the spark plug, and there were other ways I could think of, but none of them could do it. The problem with this thing is much worse than I thought. I can't solve it alone."

"You tried your best, son."

The father said, "It's okay, that pump is too old. This damn annoying thing has never been well operated for half of the working hours. But no matter what, I have to see if I can come to the market next week and check it out again. In addition, the rain is pretty good now, so we won't have any problems for the time being. More importantly, there are some things I want to talk to you about. Why don't you find a chair to sit down together?"

His attitude made Su Hao feel much more comfortable. The idea of ​​being bound in his mind gradually disappeared, and he became more free.

This is probably the relationship between family affection. It is very wonderful. Su Hao has never had it before.

Another chair was pulled out from under the lathe, and the father signaled Su Hao to sit down. After he sat down, the father continued, "I think I haven't told you much about your ancestors before, right?"

This is not an illusion, but a real scene.

Su Hao even had the idea of ​​reaching out to touch it. He finally held back. He knew that he could grab his father's clothes, and that very rough linen texture could be touched with his fingertips.

I am his son.

"Your ancestors once served in the Imperial Wehrmacht."

Having brewed a recent version of the race, the father slowly spoke, "Just like you are about to do."

Su Hao subconsciously opened his mouth and wanted to ask questions. He knew that this was not the time to ask questions, but his thinking consciousness had similar thoughts. Su Hao was surprised by this, feeling that some kind of external or potential power was quietly modifying his thinking.

Seeing that my son was about to blurt out a series of questions, the father raised his hand and made a stop gesture: "You can ask questions casually later. But now, let me tell you all the things my father told me. Believe me, once you finish listening, you will understand why I must let you listen to these."

As each word echoed in the quiet basement, Su Hao quietly listened to his father telling the story of his ancestors.

There is no more earth.

There is no more Red Dragon Planet.

There is only father and son left in the world. Even the threat of dark creatures close to each other completely disappeared without a trace.

"Your ancestor was an Imperial Wehrmacht soldier."

The father said again: "Of course, he didn't want to be a national defense soldier at first. Believe me, no one wants this. He was born in a very rich area. The empire is completely different from ours. It was a truly good place, with a large area of ​​good land for planting crops, with enough harvest and income to allow a man to support his family. If everything could be done according to the progress of the sequel, your ancestor would follow the rules and be a farmer's son, and then become a farmer. He would find a good woman and give birth to a bunch of children, just as other relatives in the area of ​​residence did. At a certain time, he died and was buried there, his body returned to the fertile land, and his soul would pay homage to the great emperor in heaven."

"Haha! This is what your grandfather could think of when he was seventeen years old, his future."

"Then, he heard about his conscript as the Imperial Wehrmacht, just like you now."

"Then everything changed. Although only seventeen years old, your grandfather was not stupid. He knew the great pressure to bear as an imperial soldier: not only the fear of danger, or the fear of dying alone in pain and loneliness in the cold and barren lands. It was the feeling of loss that arises when people understand that they are about to leave their homes forever. This is the pressure that every imperial soldier has to face and bear. Understanding this pressure means that no matter how long you can live, you will never see your friends, family, or even your home again."

"My son, as an imperial soldier, could never return home. At least during his conscript. The only thing he could hope for was to live long enough and serve the great emperor with his loyalty until he was lucky enough to be approved to retire gloriously and settle in the empire's territory. But this situation is not many, and the chance is very small. Your ancestor knew this and knew that he might leave his world and his relatives forever. He said goodbye to his family and set out to enlist in the army. At that time, maybe he felt his heart was as if he was

Broken. But your grandfather is a truly kind and pious man. With wisdom beyond his age, he knew that human beings are not actually lonely in the dark space realm. Because His Majesty the Emperor is always with us. Just as he knew that in this vast empire world, if there was no emperor's great will, then nothing would be possible. Therefore, since the emperor's will requires him to leave his family and homeland and may never meet them, then it is time for your ancestors to devote themselves to this supreme goal."

"He understood what the priests said, about this is what humans cannot understand the emperor. He understood that he had the obligation to follow the road in front of him without understanding how it was paved. Therefore, he believed that his life would be guided and favored by the emperor. Your ancestors left their homes and looked for their own destiny in another space."

"Now it seems that the days that followed were really a difficult time. Although your ancestors didn't talk much later, during his days as an imperial soldier, he did experience the most magnificent wonders and the most terrifying nightmare of his life. He has seen tens of millions of people living in huge towers like insects, unable to breathe fresh air and see the sunshine. He has seen the space world that is always covered by ice and snow, and has also seen the desert space where snow has never flowed or raindrops. He has seen the Xiangyuan world.

Like an ancient war god, a great warrior (legion warrior) dressed in human-shaped armor, and a walking machine as huge as a mountain. In front of its majesty, the entire farm could only fill its footprint. (Defaultless Mecha) He also faced indescribable terrifying scenes, terrifying creatures twisted into various shapes, and evil things that were even more terrifying than these. Although he was constantly facing swords, fires, and several times, he was seriously injured, and even wandered around the gates of hell, but his firm belief in the emperor had never slacked off at all."

"In this way, five years have become ten years, ten years have become fifteen years, fifteen years have become twenty years. Your ancestors still obeyed his orders without any complaints, and never even asked when they would be allowed to retire."

My father kept talking, and Su Hao sat there quietly and listened silently.

This feeling is very wonderful. Su Hao knew that he was the only one. But the father, the image that existed in his mind, was like an existence with a real body. He was right in front of him. If it was just a fantasy, it would be understandable. The problem is that all the things that Su Hao said from his father were things that he had never thought of or experienced.

He knew that he had an ancestor and the farm he was in now. Su Hao even saw more things: when he was just born, and his happy childhood. Then, the scene quickly skipped the story told by his father and appeared a huge military camp, full of recruits recruits of about the same age as him. His faces were full of eagerness and impulsive longings. They felt their heartfelt love for their new military uniforms. Then, there were daily daily training, monotonous pedaling and aiming and shooting.

The father disappeared, and the farm no longer existed. The mother and the kitchen became a powerful heavy chariot with a look of majestic appearance, and the aroma of toast was replaced by the smoke of smoke. Su Hao saw a corpse lying at his feet. It was a dark warrior who was killed by himself. This guy was ugly but very healthy. Even a strong young man like him felt jealous. It swung at him with a long knife, but was hit from the air by a heavy machine gun bullet and rolled around. The large-caliber bullet exploded one after another in the dark warrior's body. Its belly was blown to pieces and his head was beaten beyond recognition.

Well, that's why Su Hao thought this guy was ugly. That face couldn't tell his original face, and there were blood holes and bullet holes everywhere.

The first battle was very good. Fear, panic, nausea and vomiting. All kinds of discomforts disappeared completely in just a few seconds. The recruit Su Hao seemed to be the kind of person who was born not afraid of the battlefield. His performance was excellent, even surpassing some veterans. In his mind, Su Hao saw himself picking up a chainsaw sword from the captain who died in battle and pounced towards the dark creature like a madman.

The thinking scene suddenly stopped.

Everything disappeared.

Su Hao felt empty all around him. He slowly opened his eyes. There was no darkness, no sunset, no farm and parents. The bloody and cruel battlefield turned into a cement hard ground. There was no shouting and no screaming at the top of his lungs.

When is this now?

Su Hao turned around and saw the electronic timer placed on the desk.

The numbers above show that more than two hours have passed since I entered meditation.

Yes, meditation, this is what Su Hao likes to do now. He feels that he needs to find the answer in his thinking space. Or, through this method, "see" something that may have been forgotten by him but actually happened.

Su Hao himself didn’t know when this idea came into being?

Pastor Torugar taught him to meditate. It was a total chance. According to Torugar himself, senior clergy liked to pray in a meditative state. It is said that the effect of doing so is often much better than in a church.

Su Hao has seen a lot and experienced a lot.
Chapter completed!