PFC Chapter 1 Where is this?
Chapter 1 Where is this?
beep beep-
The instruments that seemed to have no end emitted a shrill buzzing sound at the same time, and the red indicator lights kept flashing. The staff in the monitoring room ran outside in panic and sounded the alarm above the base.
The sirens echoed throughout the base.
In the 360th year of the star, a large number of mutant creatures invaded the Ark Base.
This base is the largest base in the apocalypse so far, with the largest population, the largest area, the most advanced equipment, the gathering of various superpowers, and a living order that is closest to that before the apocalypse.
A few seconds after the alarm sounded, countless flying boats swarmed over the base.
The flying boat quickly stopped on the base wall, making a low buzzing sound.
The leader was a tall woman wearing tight trousers with a waistband. She stood on the high wall facing the wind and looked out into the distance. Her facial features were delicate and her skin was porcelain white without a single flaw. Her hair was gathered in a hat. She looked heroic and valiant, with no expression on her calm and stern face.
Just by standing there, she had an aura that could not be ignored, and made the countless people with special abilities behind her feel at ease, like a lone lamp guiding the way in the dark world.
This woman is the highest commander of the Ark Base: Song Jixiang.
Behind her were rows of mutants. Even though they had participated in countless battles with the base commander, they couldn't help but tremble when they saw the densely packed mutants below. Shit, had they poked the mutants' lair?
But at this moment they had no time to think too much, as they had countless relatives and friends behind them who needed protection, and they could not retreat.
If you want to fight, then fight, even if it costs your life!
A variety of mutated creatures, some running, some walking, some flying, and some crawling, filled the city walls like creepers.
Shouts, screams, fighting, roars, curses, the sound of bullets...
It weaves into a bloody mist, making people wonder where they are.
Song Jixiang gathered all his energy and unleashed the last lightning power.
boom--
Extraordinary, devastating lightning cut through the eternal night, and large groups of mutated creatures turned to ashes in an instant.
A man fell to the ground with a thud just as the light was about to disappear.
There was a cry of surprise from all around: Base Commander
……
Dynasty of Dayu.
Apocalypse 12.
The capital was Shangjing.
The emperor was getting older and older, and he was obsessed with cultivating immortals and asking questions. He was tired of the government affairs, so he threw everything to several important officials. In the first few years, the forces of all parties were equal, and there was peace. When the princes came of age, the forces of all parties formed cliques and eliminated dissidents in order to fight for power.
The court was in a state of chaos and extravagance was the norm, attracting the attention of foreign enemies.
Troubled times are gradually coming.
The chaos of the big shots is like the distance between heaven and earth for ordinary people. They are separated from them by a million miles. They only care about the crops in the fields, the warm bed of their wives and children at home, and how much money is left in their pockets...
Dashan Village is just one of many small villages. It is located in a remote area and is a village that is always struggling to make ends meet.
Today, this village is destined to be unpeaceful.
There is a family at the east end of the village, their surname is Song.
At this moment, the door of the Song family was ajar, and there were constant cries and shouts coming from inside, attracting many villagers to go out and watch.
"Six girls..."
"My dear Liu Ya, please don't abandon me... Why is my Liu Ya so miserable..."
The miserable and sad woman's voice was like a devil's sound, drilling straight into Song Jixiang's ears.
Who?
Who on earth was so bold as to cry and scream in front of her, the base commander?
Song Jixiang wanted to open his eyes, but he couldn't.
What's going on here?
What happened after she fainted?
While she was trying hard to fight with her eyes, the woman's voice kept filling her ears: "Liu Ya, Liu Ya... my poor girl..."
The sound was intermittent and repetitive, with crying in between.
Oh my god, spare her ears!
pat-
pat, pat...
Oh my god, is it raining?
Why did his face feel so moist? Song Jixiang wanted to reach out his hand, but when he moved his arms, he found that he was too weak to lift them. He wanted to turn over, but he felt sore all over. His entire upper body was trapped in a warm embrace.
"Liu Ya, wake up, wake up..."
"Don't abandon me..."
What the hell is this? Is this going to never end?
Ah..., Song Jixiang screamed in his heart and finally opened his eyes.
What caught my eye was the face of a woman, who looked to be in her forties. Her appearance could be described as delicate, but her skin was dark and rough, like that of the women who had worked in the fields for a long time before the end of the world.
Song Jixiang blinked his dry eyes a few times and stared at the woman for about ten seconds. Then the woman opened her mouth and started crying even louder.
My head hurts more and more. It’s not the pain from the loud noise, but it really hurts!
After taking a quick glance around, her heart began to sink, and sink... and it couldn't be pulled up.
What caught her eye was a small farmyard with the gate ajar. Chickens and ducks were being fed in the corner. There was even a pigpen further away. Two big fat pigs were leading a little piglet, squealing towards her, as if laughing at her embarrassment.
Beside the wall of piled earth, there was a circle of heads and countless pairs of eyes flashing with excitement. Some people even pointed at her...
She felt like she was just a monkey for people to watch, which was a bad feeling.
This is where?
Where exactly is this?
Wasn't she fighting mutants before she fainted?
Now, she was lying under a jujube tree, her upper body leaning against the woman's arms, as if she was a shrimp with its tendons pulled out. As long as the woman let go, she would fall down and never wake up again. She thought this idea was a little funny and wanted to smile, but she couldn't smile.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a pair of big, watery eyes, which were like a clear spring that could cleanse all the evil in the world.
The owner of the eyes was a boy with a big head and a small body, wearing a patched coarse cloth clothing of ancient style. The sleeves were rolled up long, which was obviously an adult's clothing that had been altered to be smaller. The patches on the clothes were patched one after another, but they were very clean. The little face was angular, the complexion was sallow, there was a small scar on the top of the head, and the hair was dry and yellow, which further confirmed Song Jixiang's guess that this was a child who was extremely malnourished. I really don't know how the adults in this family raised the child, raising such a handsome child to be like this!
Meeting her gaze, the little boy's pouting mouth immediately lifted up, and he muttered: "Sister...Sister..."
His voice was small, with some crying sounds, he hiccuped from time to time, his eyes were red and swollen, and he looked a little dull and pitiful.
elder sister?
Her?
Song Jixiang moved uncomfortably. The woman holding her seemed to be extremely frightened. She held her even tighter with her hands, as if she would run away. She didn't notice that she had woken up at all. She kept muttering, "Liu Ya, don't be afraid, Liu Ya, don't be afraid. Mother is here. Mother is here, mother is here..." Her body was trembling, and she was covered with skin and bones, which hurt her a lot.
Strangely enough, Song Jixiang was not disgusted and followed his heart without pushing the woman away.
Just because the woman’s embrace seemed familiar... ?
At this moment, she felt a sharp pain in her head, and many memories that did not belong to her came flooding back. The memories were clear and real, just like she had experienced them personally. The joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness in the memories kept impacting her heart in just a few tens of seconds, making her unable to calm down for a long time.
She broke free from the woman's embrace, and everything around her became clearer to her eyes. The woman holding her was wearing ancient clothes that had long been washed so white that the original color could not be seen. Her long hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin, and there were a few dazzling white hairs in between.
She looked at her hands again. They were black, small, and extremely rough. They were clearly not her fair and delicate hands. She unconsciously touched her head and hissed in pain. There was a cloth wrapped around her head. Did she hurt her head?
Where exactly is this?
Song Jixiang was roaring in his heart.