Today, Mo Feng's outbreak made Sun Xiaoru a little jealous. After all, it was because Zhou Zichen, a girl, was always a little confused.

Suddenly the ding dong of the news sounded.

"Squad leader, I'll ask for a leave tomorrow, and I have a stomachache."

Sun Xiaoru couldn't help laughing, revealing her cute little white teeth, and she could think of such a shameful reason.

“What kind of once a month?”

Mo Feng was stunned. If it were the past, he might not be able to react. He couldn't help but smile in the dormitory, "Maybe he has been overeating recently. I promise that he will definitely score 800 points with the fat man before the registration deadline, and live up to the high hopes of the class leader. I hope the class leader will support him."

"Yes, please kneel down."

"Zhe~~~~~~~~ It's the most reliable squad leader!"

"When did I say that, it doesn't count!" Sun Xiaoru's proud nose moved on the other end.

Mo Feng gestured a successful gesture to the fat man. The squad leader was as reliable as ever. Suddenly, Mo Feng's face turned pale as paper.

During the Battle of Sun Lake, Sun Xiaoru's warships were responsible for supporting the army, but due to the complete defeat in the battle situation and the fierce air force of the alien race, the military headquarters ordered the fleet to retreat, but Sun Xiaoru told them to hold on and she would definitely come to rescue them.

In the end, Mo Feng and Fatty still led the troops to retreat by luck, but Sun Xiaoru...

In front of the mirror, Mo Feng's face was a little pale. This epiphany made him feel severely painful. At least 80% of the reason was that Sun Xiaoru's death in battle. For the first time, he hated himself before, laziness, incompetence, and willfulness...

At this moment, a stinging pain in his chest, as if a knife was cutting. Mo Feng was stunned. It was visible to the naked eye that a petal-like scar appeared on the heart of his left chest little by little. Every inch made his chest feel a sense of splitting. Mo Feng wiped his eyes and rubbed his chest. It was not an illusion, but inexplicably, something like a tattoo. When he touched it carefully, he had a material similar to soft metal.

After feeling his physical condition, he seemed to have no reaction. Mo Feng could only let go for the time being. Too many incredible things happened to him, and this change had already made him unable to surprise.

"Boss, have you dropped the toilet? I'm going to call 120." The fat man outside shouted. The fat man was in a very good mood. Mo Feng was proud and he was proud.

Mo Feng took a deep breath and it was not difficult for him to control his emotions now. After all, if he couldn't even control his emotions well on the battlefield, he would have been gone. Mo Feng, who walked out, looked at the fat man who was still proud, "Are you sure you want to learn shooting skills?"

"Of course!" Zhang Wulei was indeed a little stimulating, and he was indeed most interested in marksmanship in all trainings.

"Very good!" Mo Feng nodded. In the next few days, Zhang Wulei deeply regretted his decision. What the hell is this?

Mo Feng has formulated an exclusive special training plan for Zhang Wulei. Who knows better about stimulating genetic power than Mo Feng? Zhang Wulei is stronger and will have more insurance in the future. The most important thing is that since he has returned, he will inevitably change the course of history. He does not understand the "time paradox" and does not know what the butterfly effect will be like. But since he is back, he must find a way to prevent the occurrence of disasters. Even if he cannot prevent the invasion of alien races, he cannot repeat the great defeat of human beings. The strength is enhanced, at least Zhang Wulei has better self-protection ability, or enters the top level and will not die in an unknown way.

But the fat man couldn't pay attention to Mo Feng's good intentions. In his eyes, Mo Feng was really crazy. Such physical training was even more uncomfortable than killing him. But the problem is that Mo Feng's own training was at least five times that of his...

Whenever he saw the intensity of Mo Feng's training, the fat man had tens of thousands of divine beasts stepping over and carrying tens of thousands of critical hits. But let alone, although it was painful, he could really persevere.

But when they arrived at the dining table, both of them were like evil spirits who were reincarnated. In the past, the fat man was a little more restrained in order to his body shape. Since the special training began, high protein and high fat were his favorites. Mo Feng on the other side did not give in too much. In the early stage of mastering genetic power, the body needed to intake a lot of energy to deal with this change. This was common sense in the war period, but it was not popular at this stage.

The fat man only thought that Mo Feng was a real prodigal son and was happy for his buddy. He just acted as a sparring student. Mo Feng basically spent his time training and watching current affairs news, and even refused several summons from Zhou Zichen and Sun Xiaoru.

Just falling into the sea of ​​information makes it even smaller. Mo Feng sorted out his ideas, but in fact, there are only two assumptions for him:

The first type is that the alien race has nothing to do with the lunar people. The evidence is that the moon also suffered heavy losses in the invasion of the alien race, and that the lunar people do not have any benefits.

The attacks of alien races have certain prescient nature, and should be a certain predictive ability, that is, advanced aliens that humans have not discovered yet, because there were no parasitic aliens in science fiction movies in the three-year war.

In this case, Mo Feng only needs to enter the core circle so that his speech will not be too humble, and can affect the decision-making of the human army and counterattack them by chance.

This is the most ideal state. Human failure comes from insufficient strength and lack of preparation. As for the scream at the base, it is just a misunderstanding, and it may also be that there is a rebellion on the moon.

The second type is that alien races have a relationship with the lunar people, so the problem is serious. This means it is a complete conspiracy. The moon's space technology is completely ahead of the earth. Basically, the current interstellar expedition team's nine CD comes from the moon, and the remaining 10% is just a funding from the earth. The moon's technology is not impossible to attract alien races.

In the three years of the war, the moon army lost about 40%, which is very serious, but compared to 90% of the earth, it has definitely preserved its strength. If this is the case, the moon can definitely communicate with foreign races. What ordinary people get is just wrong news, mistakenly thinking that they cannot communicate.

If this is the case, everything is possible and it can also confirm the news of the last base. In the last battle, if the earth's combat power is not supported by the moon air force, the earth army will be destroyed and the moon will definitely dominate. As for how they settle the alien race, this is something he can't imagine.

If this is the case, he needs to obtain more core information on the moon, rather than processed information on the market, which also requires him to reach a certain position.

Mo Feng didn't want to complicate things. These two inferences actually had flaws. The first one was too naive and simple, while the second one had some paradoxes. The moon suffered too heavy losses, and how to settle the alien race. However, no matter what the situation was, he needed to go further to make a judgment. Random thoughts would only make a trap for himself.

After cleaning up his mind, Mo Feng breathed a deep breath. To be honest, he really didn't want to use his brain when he could do it. Looking at the fat man who was training hard, Mo Feng needed to vent, of course... he wasn't looking for a fat man.
Chapter completed!