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

Chapter 381 Is this Yuan Lang?!
Ma Liang, with his magic paintbrush, was completely absorbed in his artistic creation.

The Resonance Hunter who entered the Civilization Trial Grounds with him looked coldly at him and the blue planet.

The Blue Star civilization was very weak, but it was as sweet as a candy, making one want to swallow it whole.

Thinking of the Blue Star team, who were obsessed with Blue Star, crazy about Blue Star, and would bang their heads against the wall for Blue Star, a look of determination flashed in the Resonance Hunter's eyes.

Ma Liang, with his magic paintbrush, didn't care about the billions of humans on Earth in the Civilization Trial Grounds, nor did the Resonance Hunter. Because there are still billions more on the real Earth!

These contestants, as insignificant as dust and as weak as ants, are doing everything they can to overcome the difficulties.

Every time Ma Liang used his magic paintbrush, the temperature dropped rapidly in the area it touched.

Yuan Lang led his men to the city-level joint emergency command center, sounded the city-wide alarm, and announced the location of the air-raid shelters to the public via radio.

He is currently located in the capital of H province, in the central region, where the temperature rarely drops below -3 degrees Celsius.

Yuan Lang glanced at the thermometer; the temperature inside the air-raid shelter was -2 degrees Celsius, while the outdoor temperature was -23 degrees Celsius.

This is like hell for the H province contestants who rely solely on the provincial server to survive the winter.

Netizens often say that "Southerners are more resistant to the cold than Northerners." However, when Southerners actually experience a winter with temperatures as low as -23 degrees Celsius and extremely high humidity, the mortality rate skyrockets.

People were coming and going inside the air-raid shelter.

Under the command of the emergency party command, headed by Yuan Lang, everyone was assigned a task.

"Put these supplies in the warehouse in Zone B." A man wearing a yellow hard hat stared at the supplies report in his hand and made the supplies allocation through a walkie-talkie.

Rice, flour, cooking oil, salt, medicine, gasoline, warm clothing, tents, and other supplies were transported truckload after truckload to various warehouses under the watchful eyes of the public.

"Heh, so many supplies, but we only get one loaf of bread a day. Who knows who gets all these supplies? Hmph, still so corrupt. Celestial Dragons are Celestial Dragons no matter where they go."

An ordinary young man curled his lip and said sarcastically.

The people around him ignored him and continued with what they were doing.

This disregard made the young man even angrier, and he raised his voice, saying, "Our country is no match for Japan's democracy, and our people aren't as well-mannered. They're all idiots, just a bunch of paid trolls."

"Are you fucking an idiot?!" A young girl wearing jeans and a green military coat couldn't help but curse. "You're useless at everything, and you're the number one at arguing. You're just lucky to have been born in China. If you were in another country, you would have starved to death long ago."

The young girl rolled her eyes so hard they almost reached the sky: "You don't do any work, and the government is already being very generous by feeding you with just one loaf of bread a day. Even elderly men in their seventies and eighties know to work in the fields. You're so young, with all your limbs intact, and all you do is open your mouth and wait to be fed. And you have the nerve to complain about the country?"

The young man's face flushed red, his hands clenched into fists, his eyes bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "I am a citizen of China, and the country should support me. This is welfare, understand? The welfare provided by Japan is much better than ours."

The young girl scoffed, "Have you ever paid a single penny in taxes to the country? Why should we support you? You're so envious of Japan, why don't you immigrate there? It's hard to get into our country, but easy to get out. Get lost!"

A young man swung his fist and tried to rush over to hit someone, but was stopped by onlookers, causing a commotion.

Yuan Lang, who had just returned from a rescue mission outside the air-raid shelter, brought up the matter with his second-in-command as soon as he got back.

"Captain Yuan, similar incidents have happened several times. What should we do?"

When people gather in groups, disputes are more likely to arise. It's impossible to please everyone; everyone has their own ideas.

Especially when life is threatened, the dark side of human nature can easily emerge.

The second-in-command frowned deeply, unsure how to handle the situation. If he acted leniently, he feared he wouldn't be able to control this unhealthy trend. If he acted harshly, he feared he would incite public anger.

Without hesitation, Yuan Lang said, "Get rid of those who are deliberately causing trouble and undermining morale." "Huh?!" The second-in-command was taken aback.

So ruthless? Without even a moment's hesitation?
Yuan Lang was slightly taken aback, surprised by his own decisiveness, but his expression hardened further: "Principal Lin once said that in chaotic times, harsh measures are necessary. Our mission is to help China pass this trial of civilization, not to lead all the survivors through it. Morality, ethics, and public opinion mean nothing in the face of the survival of civilization!"

The second-in-command stammered, "Did Principal Lin say this?"

"of course."

A total of 53 rioters were arrested.

Among them were traitors who had been bought off by Japan, people who were inherently pro-foreign and worshipful of foreign things, and opportunists.

They wanted to gain more benefits by causing trouble, but they didn't expect that Yuan Lang would not play by the rules at all and would directly drive them out of the air-raid shelter.

"Because this is blatant disregard for human life! I'm going to sue you!"

"Why are you kicking me out? What law did I break?"

"Do you even know what freedom of speech is? Even the Pacific police don't have as much control as you do."

"Don't forget, this is a global live broadcast. Billions of people are watching you. Yuan Lang, do you dare to come out? Is this how the Central First Agricultural School of Blue Star taught you? Is this how Lin Xiaohe taught you?"

More than 50 people, men and women, were shouting loudly at the entrance of the air-raid shelter.

The onlookers looked distressed. The temperature outside the cave was below -20 degrees Celsius, and it was very likely to drop to below -30 or -40 degrees Celsius. These people did not have enough supplies, and being driven out would be no different from sending them to their deaths.

We've lived in peacetime for so long, and even if extraterrestrial civilizations were to descend, our motherland would be there to support us, so life has been relatively stable.

As ordinary people, it's really hard to just stand by and watch others go to their deaths.

"Captain Yuan, how about we just let it go? Lock them up, or deduct their points and supplies?"

"Yes, they just talked a lot, but it didn't have any real impact."

"Yes, we still need to be mindful of our official image. If this gets out, the consequences will be terrible."

One by one, they pleaded for mercy.

The team members in charge of the operation looked at each other in bewilderment, and finally reported the situation to the command center.

With a cool and aloof expression, Yuan Lang led the command team to the entrance of the air-raid shelter with heavy, powerful steps.

He met the fearful, apprehensive, or resentful gazes around him with a calm expression: "The country has protected you too well."

"Hey, Mr. Yuan, what do you mean? Does this air-raid shelter and all these supplies belong to you? They belong to all of us people! What right do you have to kick me out!"

Yuan Lang glanced at the young man who had spoken and said knowingly, "A Japanese man in Chinese skin, why do you suddenly remember you're Chinese when it really matters?"

"none of your business!"

"Yes, it's indeed none of my business. If I kick you out, it's none of your business either. I'll only say this once: I don't care what you did before, what your background is, or what connections you have. Even if your dad is a high-ranking official, you have to follow my rules here."

Yuan Lang's icy gaze swept over everyone: "I only have one rule: successfully pass this Civilization Trial. Whoever has the ability to do so, I'll kneel down and call them father. If anyone dares to mess things up, hehe..."

The last "hehe" is full of profound meaning, like a thousand-year-old ice, chilling one's heart.