It was half past ten.
The weather was starting to get cold.
Ling Ping'an stopped working. He walked to the door and closed it.
The temperature tonight was probably not even ten degrees.
The night breeze blew, and his body was a little cold.
Fortunately, his bookstore was warm in winter and cool in summer.
Therefore, after closing the door, it immediately warmed up.
He looked at the time. It was still early!
Ling Ping'an thought that there might be business at night, so he walked to the counter and continued to sit down.
At the same time, he turned on the television.
On the television, there was a special program about the war in Tianzhu.
A few experts, one after the other, discussed.
One by one, the pictures played in the background.
Shattered cars, exploded tanks, and the wreckage of airplanes.
Everything showed that the scale of the conflict this time was bigger than any of the previous ones!
Ling Ping'an looked at it, took out his phone, and looked at his WeChat read.
"Hiss..." he sucked in a breath of cold air.
One day!
In less than a day.
Southern Tianzhu and Northern Tianzhu each claimed that they had destroyed hundreds of tanks, dozens of cannons, and several fighter jets.
It was confirmed that they had killed more than a thousand people each!
Ling Ping'an shrunk his neck, "War is so scary!"
Growing up, he had heard of wars and conflicts. Usually, both sides would fight for half a month, and when they looked back, they would lose thirty to fifty people.
This kind of war where thousands of people were killed in a day and a large number of tanks and armored vehicles were destroyed was really rare!
"Is this the horror of modern war?" Ling Ping'an looked at the pictures and videos that were uploaded on his WeChat read.
He looked at the soldiers who were killed one by one.
They were all very young!
And now, the intense conflict had already caused those two countries to announce a general mobilization.
From the looks of it, this time, it would be difficult to end peacefully without fighting for a year and a half.
Ling Ping'an looked at it and shook his head.
"Peace... why is it so difficult?"
His education had always been telling him.
Soldiers were weapons that saints had no choice but to use.
Looking at those pictures, Ling Ping'an began to rejoice.
He rejoiced that he lived in the most powerful country on this planet. He rejoiced that his country had always been very cautious and careful in using its power.
No matter which party was in power, the Federal Empire had not taken the initiative to start a war for two hundred years.
This was very easy to understand.
The people of the Federation hated war.
After all, since ancient times, the people of the Federation had opposed all unjust wars!
Benevolence and righteousness were the basic morals and ethics of this country since ancient times!
The war lasted for a hundred years because I was righteous and benevolent.
After the hundred-year war, the Federal Empire had not taken the initiative to declare war on the outside for two hundred years.
As a result, as long as the foreign countries did not take advantage of the situation and openly attack the federal territory, they would not be able to do so.
The cabinet would pretend not to see it.
The biggest punishment would be economic sanctions and embargoes.
Starting a war was never an option.
Because the cabinet could not convince the people of the Federation to send their young people to the battlefield.
Why?
What was the reason?
What?
For the benefit of XXX?
Screw you!
The traditional introverted culture also caused the Federal Empire to have no conflicts with foreign countries.
Raw material?
Why would he do such a thing?
The Federation had a vast territory and abundant resources.
The foreign countries are repulsive and repulsive, why should they let their own people shed their blood?
Isn't it better to spend money?
Product dumping?
An empire with a population of more than two billion plus a population of more than one billion within the scope of the world. Was that not enough?
Most of the connections between the Federal Empire and foreign countries were for aid, humanitarian aid, and post-disaster reconstruction.
It had been like this for thousands of years.
As long as others did not disturb them, the Federal Empire would rather stay at home.
Just like Ling Ping'an, they obediently ate, slept, and played games.
Basically, they had no motivation or willingness to fight others.
In fact, the Datong Party even called for everyone to stop fighting and build together … Look at that mountain, it's big and round. Look at that river, it's long and thick. Let's discuss it. I'll lend you half of the money, and you can pool a little more to build a tunnel here, a bridge over there, and a hydropower station. Wouldn't that be great?
Unfortunately...
Very few people were willing to listen.
Those who were willing to listen were already within the scope of the world.
For example, although Ma Lin was far away in Kunlun state.
But a few hundred years ago, he was a vassal state of the previous dynasty.
Looking at his WeChat read and thinking about history, Ling Ping'an felt a little annoyed.
"I hope the Federal Empire can mediate as soon as possible..." Ling Ping'an turned off his phone and said, "It's better not to fight..."
"So many people have died..."
He thought back to the young warriors who had died.
Their age was probably about the same as Ling Ping'an.
Many of them were younger.
But, they fell just like that, for no reason at all.
This made it a little difficult for Ling Ping'an to accept.
After all, it was understandable if you said that you resisted the invasion, protected the dignity of the country, protected the integrity of the territory, and protected the country.
But...
From the news, the two sides of this conflict were for some meaningless things.
In Ling Ping'an's opinion, it was purely the heads of the upper echelons of the two countries being kicked by donkeys and stirring up the populace to start a war.
This was really meaningless!
They used the blood of innocent young people to add to their power.
Looking at the pictures on the TV, Ling Ping'an felt annoyed, so he picked up the remote control and turned off the TV.
Meow!
The kitten stood up, walked in front of its master, and rubbed the back of Ling Ping'an's hand.
Ling Ping'an looked at it and touched the little guy, "Little darling, you also hate war..."
Meow!
Ling Ping'an stroked its head and was very happy. Then, he sighed desolately.
His words did not carry much weight.
But he sincerely hoped for peace!
… …
Amir got up from the bed.
He sat up, and lines of golden words began to appear on his retina.
"Nightmare reality mission..."
"Stop the war!"
"Description: Enough blood has flowed in the chaotic human world... Although the space does not care about the mortals killing each other, the chaos has brought some unpredictable things..."
"Mission Goal: Stop the war between North and South India as much as possible..."
"Mission Reward: Peace Badge!"
"Peace Badge: Use: Immediately protect you from any Nightmare Game participants in the next Nightmare World. At the same time, you will not be able to hurt any other Nightmare Game participants!"
"Note: You only need to participate and complete the most basic mission requirements to obtain this badge!"
Amir's pupils suddenly dilated.
Peace Badge?
This was a treasure. It might be able to save his life!
He bit his lip, picked up his phone, and dialed the number of a member of parliament under his control.
"Find a way to stop the war..." he gave the order.
In this land, a high-level transcendent being like him was the king!
At the same time, countless phone calls were made from the hands of the transcendent being.
At the frontline, the flames of war were raging.
Behind him, the phone kept ringing.
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