At this time, not only him, but even some ordinary soldiers who were completely unaware had an inexplicable shudder, muttering that something was strange.

Chen Feng was extremely anxious, but there was nothing he could do.

In the thirty-first century of this timeline, he is not a top programmer, and his level of artificial intelligence knowledge is only equivalent to that of ordinary programmers hundreds of years ago.

Of course, even today's top programmers are at a loss.

Chen Feng began to pace the room repeatedly with great anxiety.

In the past, he was always the main fighting force of mankind. No matter whether he won or lost, he had a sense of security that he had everything under control.

This time he could only place his hope entirely on others. Although the target was the stars, he still had no sense of security.

He said he just wanted to be a lay-win player, but when things got real he started to look forward and backward.

Reason told him that he should believe in the stars, but his emotions made him unable to calm down.

Chen Feng knew what the problem was.

Normally I would not be so restless, mainly because from the beginning of the war until now, the background sound "Morrowind" played throughout the solar system has never been turned off, and the power of countless players throughout the solar system has never been lowered, and has always been set at the highest level. , his emotional activity has been in the process of being continuously strengthened by "Morrowind".

Why has Morrowind never been turned off?

Of course it's because he himself forgot about it.

He didn't give the order, and others weren't sure what to do best.

etc……

Suddenly an idea flashed in Chen Feng's mind.

"Morning Wind"?

Player?

Yu Mengying in the escape fleet is still alive!

He shouted in a low voice, "Yes!"

After he came up with a solution, he admired himself.

I'm a fucking genius!
Chapter completed!