I farmed in military academy and crushed the entire intergalactic world.

Chapter 375 Huh?! Bullying my student?

Since ancient times, the blood flowing through the Chinese nation has been imbued with the gene of "struggling against nature, finding endless joy in it".

They are not afraid of difficulties, nor are they afraid of them, and they never place their hopes on one person.

They believe in self-reliance and the idea that human will can overcome nature.

This time, the scientists did not seek help from Lin Xiaohe again, but instead pooled their wisdom and efforts to propose a new space program.

The entire plan is divided into four parts.

The first part is the HarmonyOS project, which consists of a low-frequency radio telescope array of 10 satellites that will fly together to the far side of the moon to capture signals from the deepest part of the universe.

This plan has two objectives: first, to explore the origin of the universe, and second, to see if it can capture information about the extraterrestrial civilization where the testing grounds for civilizations are located.

The second part is the Kuafu Project, which will allow the entire planet to orbit above the sun's polar regions for the first time, directly observing the sun's north and south poles. By understanding the sun's polar magnetic fields, we can predict solar storms much earlier.

Scientists believe that the Nightmare civilization was the first extraterrestrial civilization to arrive on Earth because it was more akin to a spiritual civilization and possessed unique space travel techniques.

Other alien civilizations probably wouldn't go to such lengths for a tiny blue planet.

Even if they wanted to destroy Earth, they wouldn't send a large fleet. It's more likely they would use the energy of stars in the solar system, such as causing solar storms.

The third part of the space program is to launch an exoplanetary survey satellite in order to find a second blue planet.

If the situation truly becomes irreversible, the humans of Earth will collectively migrate to Earth 2.0.

Space travel takes a very long time, and the alien civilization that the Civilization Trial Grounds belong to is very far away from Earth.

Humans on Earth could take advantage of their space travel to relocate their base in hopes of survival.

Part 4 of the aerospace exploration program is to build a space observatory that flies outside the atmosphere of Earth to observe extreme forbidden zones in the universe, such as the event horizon of black holes, neutron stars, and so on.

In these forbidden zones, gravity is strong enough to tear apart the fabric of spacetime.

This contains a tiny idea among scientists: to understand the mysteries of spacetime. Perhaps, it really is possible to reverse time?
In less than a day, the general principles for these four parts were all set, and all that remained was to implement them.

The whole of China is like a finely tuned machine, its gears rotating as it moves toward its goal.

After two days and two nights of hard work, the attendees could finally breathe a sigh of relief and turn their attention back to the Kunpeng.

With the help of students from the agricultural school, the Kunpeng has arrived at its target sea area.

The yellow beam of light seemed to connect with the heavens and the earth, a thin layer like a veil.

The Kunpeng stopped one nautical mile from the yellow light curtain.

"No navy was detected, and we received no communication requests."

The captain lowered his binoculars, pondered for a moment, and then ordered, "Continue forward!"

The Kunpeng, like a sharp blade, crushed the waves, stirring up white foam, and plunged headlong into the light curtain.

In the conference room, the originally crystal-clear picture suddenly stopped abruptly after a few seconds of crackling noise, as if it had been interfered with.

"What's going on?! Is there a problem with the satellite?"

"No, the satellite is functioning normally. It's just unable to detect the scene inside the beam of light."

A brief commotion broke out in the meeting room. They never imagined that a tentative humanitarian aid mission would turn into a complete disaster, with everyone, including the boat, never to return.

Lin Xiaohe stood up abruptly, and without saying a word, immediately called a helicopter to take her to the nearest harbor.

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As the senior student leading the agricultural school team, Yuan Lang immediately gathered his juniors to his side after the captain ordered them to enter the light screen.

"Hide behind me."

Yuan Lang possesses genes from the Rock Clan and follows the path of body tempering. Ordinary bullets cannot easily penetrate his skin.

The younger students were both nervous and excited as they encountered extraterrestrial civilization for the first time, chirping and chattering behind Yuan Lang like little chicks.

"Senior, what do aliens look like? Can they understand our language?"

"How strange, why isn't there a single patrol ship? Aren't the Singaporeans putting up any resistance?"

Yuan Lang's right eyelid twitched, his heart pounded, and cold sweat seeped from the palm of his hand gripping the gun. As the ship passed through the yellow light curtain, his tense nerves gradually relaxed, and his head nodded slowly.

Shh, someone's coming!

A tricycle travels along a straight, brand-new two-lane cement road, with newly planted poplar trees standing tall on both sides like sentinels.

The roots of the tree were wrapped with straw and then bound with hemp rope, circle after circle.

Two hazy, earthy-yellow figures moved with a swaying gait, like two wisps of moving dust, almost blending into their surroundings.

The car slowed down, gliding slowly like a fish, and brushed past two streaks of desert color.

"Biu! You're out."

A seven or eight-year-old boy poked his head out from the tricycle and was pointing his hand at the two of them.

Before he could even feel smug, he was pressed down by another large hand: "If you misbehave again, I'll spank you until your bottom is sore! You two young comrades, have you fallen behind? I'll give you a ride."

Panting heavily, Yuan Lang felt like he was about to die.

He originally thought the recruit camp was the worst, but he didn't expect that life would be even harder after he was assigned to a company.

Early in the morning, the battalion commander announced that they would be conducting new terrain adaptation training. He and his comrades were taken away from the camp by military vehicles, and after driving for more than an hour, they were finally abandoned in this godforsaken place.

Yuan Lang was carrying 30 kilograms of equipment on his back. He was exhausted, like a dead dog, but he didn't dare to stop. If he stopped, his calves would tremble.

The sun in the sky was scorching hot, and he was both thirsty and exhausted.

Fortunately, he had his comrade-in-arms Li Dongyang to share the hardships with him; otherwise, he would have given up in no time.

Hearing someone call him "Young comrade," Yuan Lang blankly raised his head and met the gaze of a local old man with a face full of wrinkles.

Should we get on the bus or not?

Getting on the bus would definitely be against the rules.

If they don't get in the car, he and Chen Dongyang really can't run anymore.

The local old man didn't say much, just lit a cigarette and puffed out smoke: "Who knows this area better than me? I know where your troops are stationed. Don't worry, we'll take the back roads and your leaders won't find us."

Yuan Lang was torn between his inner turmoil and his own desires, but Chen Dongyang didn't care. He grabbed Yuan Lang and climbed onto the tricycle, his words as sweet as honey: "Thank you, sir! You're such a good person."

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The little boy in the truck bed grinned and handed over a military water bottle, unable to hide his pride, saying, "My grandpa is a veteran, and we have a lot of medals and honors in our house. When I grow up, I'm going to join the army too."

Upon hearing that he was a veteran, Yuan Lang and Chen Dongyang felt much closer to the old man.

"Sir, which regiment did you serve in?"

"The Medal of Honor must be hard to get. You must be an expert."

The old man waved his hand, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, and drove his tricycle off the cement road and onto the side path: "That was all many years ago, there's nothing to talk about."

The path was narrow and bumpy, and Yuan Lang felt like his intestines were about to come out, but compared to running with a heavy load, this hardship was nothing.

Just as the group was chatting leisurely on the path, a low-frequency tearing sound came from above.

The old man's face changed drastically. The tricycle made a sharp turn, and a shell landed where it had just passed.

The flying mud splattered down and soaked them.

Yuan Lang's face turned deathly pale as he watched two more missiles fall from the sky.

The immense impact knocked Yuan Lang unconscious.

When he slowly woke up, his comrade-in-arms Chen Dongyang was lying on top of him, his eyes closed, and blood was flowing continuously from his forehead.

On the other side, the tricycle was overturned and was pressing down on the little boy's legs, exposing his white bones.

The old man who was smoking just moments ago was blown to pieces...

Like a heavy hammer blow, Yuan Lang looked around blankly, his ears filled with a buzzing and shrill sound.

He opened his mouth, but it was unclear whether he made a sound: "Help."