22: historical images

Night ended, and morning dawned.

With the morning wake-up call, the five roommates of 648 sat up from the floor.

Click!!

Click!!

Crisp sounds of bones stretching echoed, and Fang Yan and the other three relaxed, stretching, then looked at Chen Fan with adoration.

After absorbing cosmic energy all night, they could now clearly feel their strength increasing.

"I feel much stronger than before."

"Me too."

"I seem to have gotten a lot stronger."

"..."

Listening to their joyful words, Chen Fan just smiled and said, "Me too."

He knew very well that the human body had never actively absorbed cosmic energy since birth.

Therefore, the first time absorbing cosmic energy was not only when the most was absorbed, but also when strength increased the fastest.

Now, the strength of his quasi-martial artist roommates would not be small.

Chen Fan mused silently.

Looking at his ecstatic roommates, Chen Fan reminded them at the opportune moment:

"The revolution has not yet succeeded; comrades still need to work hard."

Fang Yan: "Understood, thank you, Big Brother Chen Fan."

Chen Fan, like a teacher, constantly reminded them.

At this moment, Han Li and the other three looked at Chen Fan with great admiration.

"This is just the beginning; tonight, I'll teach you something good."

With expectant looks on their faces, Chen Fan led everyone to tidy up their quarters, wash up, and head to the parade ground for assembly... The super-large track, at least two thousand meters per lap, was probably specially prepared for martial artists.

Hundreds of new recruits, forming a square formation, stood quietly on the vast parade ground.

On the podium in front, Chief Instructor Qin Xianzhen stood with his hands behind his back, seemingly already waiting for this group of greenhorn recruits.

Behind him, Yan Xiao and the other two, though still bandaged, looked much better.

The medical care of the Ninth Army was indeed excellent.

"Nothing else, let's start with fifty laps to warm up."

Qin Xianzhen said the most cruel words with a smile.

"Attention!"

"At ease!"

"Left face! Quick march!!"

The new recruit formation split into three teams according to the command and began their first training session.

Five laps, ten thousand meters.

Ten laps, twenty thousand meters... Fifty laps quickly ended, and all the new recruits were drenched in sweat, panting like oxen, but not a single one complained of being tired.

Meeting Qin Xianzhen's gaze, their eyes became even more resolute.

Chen Fan was no exception.

Qin Xianzhen nodded in satisfaction; this amount of training was merely a warm-up for quasi-martial artists.

But that was the effect he wanted.

What came next was the real highlight.

"Attention, at ease!"

"Towards the great hall, quick march!!"

"..."

In the spacious auditorium, hundreds of new recruits sat quietly.

In front, there was a giant screen several hundred square meters in size, like a movie theater's screening room.

Everyone waited quietly for the film to begin.

Qin Xianzhen and Yan Xiao, along with the other two, sat in the first row, backs straight, like sharp blades deeply embedded in enemy territory.

A young military officer, about twenty-four or twenty-five, walked onto the stage.

The officer had a gentle smile, giving off a refreshing feeling.

"My name is Feng Ying, and I am your counselor, a psychological instructor for the 492nd Regiment under the Ninth Army. I am very happy to meet everyone here..."

"Unfortunately, my time with you all won't be too long, because my application has just been approved.

When this batch of new recruit training ends and you embark on your journey, I will also head to Base 003 to fight alongside my Ninth Army brothers, jointly resist monsters, and defend our land against enemies..."

Speaking of this, Feng Ying always had a smile on his face, showing no fear of going to the front lines; instead, he was filled with a sense of proud accomplishment.

As he spoke, Feng Ying walked over to a computer, his slender fingers flying across the keyboard.

After the lights went out, the auditorium was plunged into darkness.

Images slowly appeared on the screen.

Unlike any movie, this was a true documentary.

Paid for with lives.

"These are real images that you, as ordinary people, would never have seen."

Feng Ying's expression was solemn, his words firm.

The scene switched.

The next moment, gasps of alarm erupted in the auditorium, and fear spread through the space.

Even Chen Fan, who had faced monsters twice, couldn't help but be shocked.

On the screen, a vast horde of monsters surged like a tide towards the camera.

Roars filled the air, and all the new recruits' eardrums buzzed incessantly.

Boom boom boom boom!!

As brilliant rays of light streaked across the sky, massive mushroom clouds rose from within the monster horde.

Around each bottomless crater, hundreds of monster corpses were left behind.

Awoo! Awoo!

Awoo! Ooooh!

Amidst the wails, more monsters continued to charge forward fearlessly, like a tidal wave crashing towards the position where the camera was located.

On the screen, the scene switched again.

Immediately after,

hundreds of soldiers with Indian faces stood up from the trenches, shouting frantically.

Tat-tat-tat!!!

Boom boom boom!!!

A network of firepower, woven from rifles, heavy machine guns, mountain guns, field guns, and howitzers, poured down upon the monster horde.

Smoke filled the air, and dust rose everywhere.

Some weaker monsters fell directly, while those that survived were stronger monsters.

Even many overly powerful giant monsters broke through the dust, leading the charge and reaching the trenches first.

Too fast, the monsters were too fast!!

In an instant, a huge shadow had enveloped the front of the trenches.

Pfft!!

Rip!!

The next moment, machine guns and human bodies were shattered.

The soldiers' bodies were easily torn apart like rags, and the warriors' severed limbs and gun parts flew, like falling autumn leaves.

In the next scene, more warriors advanced instead of retreating.

"The bayonet!!"

"Fix bayonets!!"

At a command, all soldiers unhesitatingly drew their bayonets.

Immediately after, it was a bloody struggle between soldiers and monsters.

Claws, as swift as lightning, crashed around the position, taking away one fresh life after another.

Even more, gaping maws bit down, one bite per person.

Soon, the position was littered with severed limbs and broken bodies; some were dead, and the mutilated ones were still wailing... Some monsters stopped to chew and devour these rare delicacies.

There were even some who fought each other to snatch the flesh and blood.

These scenes, perhaps even hell would not be enough to describe them.

In the distance, some stronger warriors formed a circle, fighting back-to-back.

But it was ultimately futile.

Their tenacious resistance was quickly overwhelmed by the endless stream of monsters... The battle was lost.

Some surviving warriors pulled the pin on their glorious bombs, throwing themselves at the surrounding monsters with all their might.

Boom!

Flames erupted.

"Waaah!!!"

A monstrous roar.

In the camera, a soldier in a thin protective suit drew the Battle Blade from his back and charged fearlessly towards the monster horde... PS: This chapter took a long, long time to write. Please give me your recommendation votes, thank you.