October 2, 2172, clear.
To be honest, the planet was no longer suitable for human habitation, starting from the moment the Russians did something stupid in Paris.
Such petty complaints, however, were of no consequence to my station. But it was a good thing to be able to complain. The people of the 21st Company next door couldn't even complain anymore. I remembered Daniel always liked to shoot at people's balls and bragged about his marksmanship. In the end, after the battle in Berlin, he was blown up to the point where even his DNA couldn't be found.
This damned guy … still owes me a drink, dammit!
Encountering the enemy, hiding, shooting, calling for an airstrike, continuing to advance … and praying to the priest.
Every day was like hell. Although we had the air superiority, the CCCP's firepower was too strong. And they finally completely tore off their hypocrisy and began to use nuclear weapons. My god, everyone's life was devalued now. 10 USD? Maybe less.
Not writing, we still have to advance to Frankfurt tomorrow. I heard they were building a missile silo there. I hope we can make it in time.
God bless, victory belongs to NATO.
…
October 3, 2172, cloudy.
The original plan was for my team to depart with the tanks, then attack the 141 battery in Frankfurt, destroy the anti-air missiles, then call for an airstrike to bomb the silo.
But the situation seemed to have changed? My team received a special mission at the last minute. God bless, I hope my ominous feeling is wrong.
…
October 6, 2172, unknown?
It's hard to imagine. I'm now on the X12 space station. In half an hour, we will enter the airdrop pod. Our destination is PAC's Wanghai City?
Damn, writing in space is so f * cking troublesome.
…
October 6, 2172, cloudy. (Added)
I remember seeing pictures of Wanghai City before the war. It seemed to be a beautiful place? But now it looked no different from Paris, at least along the coastline and the city center. Our Marines will launch a beach landing from the coast, and we will infiltrate the enemy's hinterland through the orbital airdrop pod. We will mark strategic targets and guide the space-based weapon "God's Cane" to fire.
Particle shield generator, anti-air missiles, electromagnetic cannons, nuclear power plants … In short, mark anything with value of destruction.
Sounds simple?
Perhaps, although the moment the airdrop pod passed through the cloud of radiation, I shivered, which was rare for me.
…
October 7, 2172, cloudy.
Hell, this place is a living hell.
There were PAC soldiers everywhere, armored vehicles, tanks, and even their own people who were left behind? It was a complete mess.
It was crazy. Now, as soon as the electromagnetic shield was removed, the power armor would be stuck for a while. There were radiation and snipers everywhere. We could only rely on sign language. Everyone was acting like a mute. How many nuclear bombs were detonated here? Or did the EMP never stop working?
The only thing I'm worried about is that I can't receive any communication from the command center.
This was very important! If he dropped out of the team …
…
October 8, 2172, Rain
Terrible weather. Rain is not a good thing at this time of the year.
Today, we almost got into a fight with our own people. That's right, separated by a street, no one could see each other clearly, and the communication device was in a malfunctioning state.
Fortunately, the crisis was over. The PAC tank helped us identify them and we solved the problem together.
They were from the Marine Corps, but they lost contact shortly after landing. According to the offline map, they were supposed to meet up with the other members of the 11th regiment here, but it seemed that they were the only members of the 11th regiment to arrive here.
Lucky guys.
I allowed them to temporarily join our mission. They didn't even have an anti-tank weapon. They would probably die if they stayed here, so they might as well come with us.
With the support of the light infantry, our field of vision would be better. Since the radio life detection device could no longer be used, no signal could be received after the electromagnetic shield was turned on.
…
October 9, 2172, Cloudy
It seems like it's always cloudy here? Dammit.
The battle has been going on for three days. Fortunately, the quality of the buildings in the city center was good. Even after being wiped out a few times, we could still find buildings that could be used as cover. We continued to exchange fire with the PAC, and we could gradually see our people in the city center. This was a good sign. Maybe if we lasted another day, we would've won?
When we saw the tungsten rod falling from the sky and shattering the particle shield generator, we almost cheered for victory.
But … not long after, we temporarily recovered communication.
Our God's Cane was taken over by the PAC Space Special Forces?
The fifth fleet suffered heavy losses?
Retreat? Lost?
Dammit, how the hell can my people retreat from the city center?
…
October 10, 2172, Cloudy Day (Added)
I was the only one left.
James didn't seem to make it. Archer went crazy. (Crossed out)
The PAC soldiers were kind to me? I thought I would be beaten up after I was pulled out of the power armor, then my limbs would be broken, and I would be killed.
But they didn't?
The PAC soldiers had strong restraints. Under the command of the commander, no one would go against the rules. Although the yellow monkey that pulled me out seemed to want to cut off my head? But he didn't do it in the end.
I was very familiar with his teeth-clenching gaze. It was as if he wanted to tear me apart.
I could understand. Maybe what we did at a certain school was a bit over the top? But it wasn't my fault. Although I was a devout believer, my soldiers needed some relief. Maybe I should have stopped the Georgia guy's suggestion? Whatever, who cares. Everyone is dead.
…
I was forced onto a truck filled with prisoners of war. There were a lot of people who were just as dirty as me.
Fortunately, they didn't confiscate my diary, or else I would've gone crazy …
Writing a diary was important. Yes, very important.
I tried not to provoke the short guy who was escorting us. He already killed two unlucky guys.
…
October 15, 2172, Sunny
We seemed to be escorted to a place far from the frontline. There were many mountains, many tunnels, and some factories built underground.
Seeing this, I mostly calmed down because I probably wouldn't have a chance to go back. Exchange prisoners of war? Heh, would they let me go after seeing this?
The people in the truck were divided into two groups. One group went north, and one group went south.
I had a feeling that one of the groups would die. Of course, we would all die eventually. I just prayed that I wouldn't die too horribly.
After arriving at the underground base, our faces were quickly branded with barcodes and we were given our own beds.
Mhmm … this place was a bit like a concentration camp.
Fortunately, my diary wasn't confiscated.
…
November 17, 2172, Unknown
I didn't know what the weather was like on the surface. We haven't seen sunlight for a long time. Was there still a war outside? Or did the war stop? Of course, we were already "dead". Even if the war ended, we probably wouldn't be able to go home.
The work wasn't hard, but it was a bit boring and we got beaten up.
Some people tried to escape, but they were obviously executed. We seemed to be locked up with prisoners on death row. The person sleeping on my upper bunk was a political prisoner. He was very skinny and didn't have much hair. He chatted with me in English and asked me if I believed in God.
I said I didn't believe in God, or maybe I believed in God before.
He didn't mind and continued to chat with me about other issues. To be honest, I didn't like questions about ideology or politics.
But he seemed to be getting more and more annoyed?
Thank God, he was executed not long after.
…
November 21, 2172, Unknown
Every day, dead people were dragged out, and every day, living people were escorted in.
Maybe the war was really going to end soon? After all, there weren't many familiar faces. Most of them were yellow faces.
But what made me uneasy was that in the latest batch of prisoners, I saw Slavs.
PAC and CCCP were also fighting? Thank God, this was undoubtedly good news for NATO.
But … how long could this level of war last?
…
December 25, 2172, Unknown (Maybe it's snowing?)
Today was Christmas. There were no Christmas trees, candles, or corn porridge with cream.
I don't believe in God, but I still prayed sincerely, praying to my diary. My cellmate said I was crazy. I denied it. Someone tried to steal my diary, so I beat him up. His nose was broken by me.
We were all locked up.
I put the diary under my pillow. No one dared to touch it.
Maybe they were scared by me? I believe they weren't afraid of death, and I wasn't afraid either. But I believe no one wanted to die from a beating.
No one here could beat me. I was a special forces soldier, and they were all political prisoners.
Cowards.
…
May 6, 2173, Unknown
I wasn't sure if it was an earthquake or a bombardment. Maybe it was a bombardment.
Everyone was shivering in the corner, but I didn't. I read the diary from beginning to end.
I didn't have time to write every day. Most of the time, I only left a date. It wasn't easy to get a pen. If there was nothing special, I would leave the content blank.
The bombardment lasted for a long time, but it finally stopped. Someone mentioned the transfer, and I smiled.
Transfer? To where?
…
June 14, 2173, Cloudy
The day of the transfer arrived. Unfortunately, I wasn't welcomed by the sun.
It was snowing outside, and radiation dust floated in the sky. Was this the legendary nuclear winter? Being able to see snow in the summer, it was quite unique.
The soldiers who escorted us wore protective clothing, but we only wore a jacket. They didn't plan to use us for too long, so they only gave us iodine tablets.
We still left in a truck.
When I left, I was surprised to find that a few mountains were gone. Or rather, they became hollows.
I remembered it was the place where the people heading north worked.
…
June 20, 2173, Sunny
Surprisingly, it was a sunny day.
Surprisingly, I returned to Wanghai City?
Order seemed to have been restored here. There were already some residents living in the suburbs. Of course, their lives weren't good. They were probably poor people who couldn't hide in the fallout shelter. But regardless, it was a good sign. Did it mean the war was over?
At least there was a ceasefire.
Although it had nothing to do with us.
I was escorted into an underground fallout shelter, no, or a research institute? Since fallout shelters generally wouldn't be opened until they reached a certain age. This should be the same in any country.
I was greeted by a middle-aged man in a white lab coat. Looking at him smiling at me, I only felt my hands and feet were cold.
That gaze, it was as if he was looking at a little white mouse?
Insane … This was simply insane.
It was the first time I felt fear. Dammit.
…
I can't remember the time. Unknown.
The diary was confiscated.
It was torn into pieces.
But so what, I memorized it.
…
They're crazy. Do they think they can create XXXX like this? (Blacked out)
Wait, why am I normal?
…
Mhmm, now I can confirm that they're crazy.
If someone saw this diary, they would definitely gain something. I tried to leave something behind, but it was futile.
All clues would be hidden.
But I still believe there are smart people who can see the clues.
Why am I still awake? Why wasn't something erased?
I should be dying.
Mhmm, before I die, I hope that Asian girl can forgive my sins … Probably not.
(Captain Jon's last words, salute to the NATO flag)
…
At the end, Jiang Chen's hands and feet felt cold.
Something was wrong, but what was it? This wasn't normal … No, what was normal?
In the drawer, next to the place where the diary used to be, there was a pistol.
Pistol?!
Jiang Chen reached out his trembling hand, gulped, and picked up the pistol. Feeling the cold metal texture, he fumbled to remove the magazine, and the orange-yellow metal bullets were imprinted in his eyes.
A real gun?!
In the drawer of the activity room in the school library?! What kind of place is this?
And this "Captain's Diary" that sounded like a madman's ramblings.
It's only the year 2171, how did the diary end up in the year 2173?
Wait … Time travel?
Jiang Chen suddenly felt a headache. He covered his forehead and sat back on the chair. His mind was a mess. Everything seemed to be filled with an inexplicable sense of déjà vu. But he couldn't pinpoint the source of this feeling.
Did I forget something?
Jiang Chen's eyebrows furrowed as he searched every corner of his memory, hoping to find some clues. But he didn't even know what the so-called clues were.
From when he was a baby, to the elementary education in primary school, and then to middle school … and now, all the memories were so clear.
Was there a problem?
Wait, why was it so clear? I remember the details of changing diapers as a child?
Jiang Chen suddenly stopped. Jiang Chen suddenly stopped. He felt that he had grasped something. He must have missed a detail. Just a little bit more.
However, at this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.
"Are you in there?"
The abrupt and beautiful voice was like a hammer hitting Jiang Chen's heart …
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