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

Chapter 407 The beginning of the collapse of heaven
"This is a disastrous start! The Civilization Trial Grounds are being utterly inhumane, deliberately sabotaging Principal Lin!"

This time, the Civilization Trial Grounds have changed their style. They've actually labeled each participant with their name.

Although it's a role-playing game and involves amnesia, people on the physical planet Earth can still find the people they care about through name tags.

In H province of the Eastern Kingdom, the factory's residential compound was packed with people.

"Is that your Li Dawei? Oh, he's not so unlucky, playing the role of a princess's son."

The residential compound has eight buildings, 16 unit entrances, and 192 households.

Starting with our parents' generation, they were all colleagues in the same factory. The younger generation in the family compound could be said to have grown up under the watchful eyes of these uncles and aunts.

Li Dawei is a typical child of the factory's employees; his parents, five aunts, and two uncles all work at the factory.

Now that Li Dawei has been selected to enter the Civilization Trial Grounds, all his relatives and friends have come.

Li Dawei's mother sat on the sofa, wiping away tears.

People die in the Civilization Trial Grounds, and they really do die.

Li Dawei was an ordinary kid, with an average appearance and average grades. He followed the usual path of going to school, going to work, getting married, and having children.

Why did such an unusual thing happen at such a crucial moment?!

Li Dawei's mother really couldn't understand it. With such good luck, why couldn't he win even 5 yuan in the lottery normally?!
"Sister-in-law, let's look on the bright side. Our Ah Wei is not worried about food and clothing, and he can be considered an aristocrat. He is unlikely to encounter danger easily."

Faced with such a big event, all six of Li Dawei's father's siblings came with their families.

Li Dawei has many relatives, spanning three generations and totaling over a hundred people, so his house simply can't accommodate them all.

Fortunately, the open space in the residential compound was large. The neighbors on the first floor moved their unused sofas to the open space, and some even brought their own benches. Those who weren't so particular just put a newspaper under their bottoms and found a place to sit anywhere.

In no time, the open space was packed with people, including Li Dawei's relatives and enthusiastic neighbors.

After all, they are children they have watched grow up. Even if they may have quarrels and minor conflicts on a daily basis, when it comes to matters of life and death, everyone is on tenterhooks.

Li Dawei's parents were in a daze, and all they did was shed tears.

Seeing his parents looking worried, Li Dawei's cousin comforted them, saying, "Our Awei is bound to be lucky; everything will be alright."

He pointed to the area outside Handan city, where a skinny little boy sat at the entrance of a thatched hut, gnawing on his nails and gazing longingly out the door. He said, "That's my classmate's younger brother. He's so miserable. He can only eat one meal a day, the kind of coarse grain porridge where you can count the grains of rice. When have we ever suffered like that?"

Li Dawei's cousin is 10 years older than Li Dawei, and his child is already in elementary school.

When his younger brother got into trouble, he naturally brought his whole family to visit his uncle and aunt.

Everyone looked up in the direction he was pointing.

That child looked so pitiful; he was so thin that his cheeks were sunken, and he had a pair of lifeless eyes.

The child is well-behaved, neither crying nor making a fuss.

A girl of about 10 years old, wearing a smock but no pants, walked out of the thatched house.

She put the only pair of pants in the house on the little boy, then took out a bamboo basket and carefully instructed him, "Take this to the fields so your parents can eat. Little brother, do you understand?"

The little boy nodded blankly, slung the basket over his thin, bony arm, and swayed as he walked toward the edge of the field.

Li Dawei's cousin was on the phone with his classmate, who was choking up.

Li Dawei's cousin thought of his classmate, a big, burly man who hadn't shed a tear even after getting a big hole in his head, but was now grieving for his younger brother. Li Dawei couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness: "Old Wu, let's take it easy."

This words of comfort were too weak, but he didn't know how to comfort him. I guess no one could be more miserable than his classmate's younger brother.

"Hmm." Both of them remained silent.

On the testing ground of civilization, the little boy struggled to carry his basket, taking a break every few steps.

Just then, dust billowed at the end of the road, and the sound of horses' hooves echoed.

In the blink of an eye, four or five fine horses came into view.

The horse did not slow down. When it saw a child blocking the road, it did not dodge or avoid him, and its speed did not decrease at all.

Time seemed to stand still, like a slow-motion replay, as the horse's hoof, raised high, stomped heavily on the little boy's stomach, leaving the humans of Earth speechless.

The man who stepped on the boy angrily raised his whip and lashed the boy before driving away.

The scorching sun made my eyes sting.

Amidst the dust, the little boy lay silently in the middle of the road, his limbs twitching, blood gushing from the corner of his mouth, staining his thin face.

The little boy opened his mouth in pain, but could not make a sound. Gradually, his pupils dilated, and he became completely lifeless.

"No, little brother!!"

Li Dawei's cousin's mouth was slightly open as his phone slipped from his palm, fell to the ground, and shattered into pieces instantly!
In the open space of the family compound, the air seemed to freeze, plunging into a deathly silence.

Everyone knows that the Civilization Trial Grounds are dangerous, but the little boy's death is so insignificant that it's hard to accept.

Especially since we are all ordinary people, there is a sense of shared sorrow for each other.

……

The testing ground for civilization: Handan.

Zhao Zheng was brought back by people sent by Zhao Ji.

The other party offered three gold hairpins and a cartload of silk as compensation, which finally made these noblemen and princes show leniency.

Zhao Ji was born into a wealthy family, was skilled in singing and dancing, and had some family wealth. With the financial support of Lü Buwei, she was naturally willing to spend money to ensure the safety of herself and her child.

A few years ago, after Qin Yiren fled to the State of Zhao, the King of Zhao was furious and retaliated by sending men to hunt down and kill him and his mother.

Zhao Ji led Zhao Zheng to hide in the east and west, living in fear for several years.

Starting from the beginning of this year, with the help of Lady Huayang, Qin Yiren gradually stepped onto the political stage and gained the favor of King Zhaoxiang of Qin.

Rumor has it that King Zhaoxiang of Qin intends to make Qin Yiren the crown prince.

Only then did Zhao Ji and her son dare to show their faces in public.

Of course, Zhao Ji had her own ulterior motives. She worried that Qin Yiren and Lü Buwei would forget her, and that if Qin and Zhao went to war, the King of Zhao might use her and her son as a sacrifice.

However, by showing himself, he could remind Qin Yiren that he still had concubines and sons in Zhao, remind Lü Buwei that he could try to profit from this again, and remind the King of Zhao that Qin Yiren's son, who was still alive, was more valuable than the deceased and unknown grandson of the King of Qin.

Even though Zhao Zheng would face difficulties from the noble young master of Handan after revealing his identity, Zhao Ji only comforted him: "Be patient. Everything will be alright once your father brings us back to Qin."

Zhao Zheng's face was bruised and swollen, and every breath he took was painful. But more than the physical pain, the humiliation he suffered was like a sharp blade, piercing his young heart and leaving it riddled with holes.

The bright moonlight shone on him, and he looked down at his shadow, etching each name, stained with blood, into his heart.

Lin Xiaohe, Tian Ye, Zhao Jia...

And all those mocking passersby in Handan deserve to die!