Blue Army

"That was the most glorious time for our human civilization. Back then, controlled nuclear fusion technology had a breakthrough, genetic editing technology was mastered, and even a base on Mars was built. Everyone thought the best era in the history of human civilization was about to arrive, but no one expected that this was the beginning of all suffering."

In a small courtyard in the Vegetable Market District, under the not-so-bright light, Shen the Butcher, with a face full of rough flesh, spoke with a heavy tone, his face grim.

Across from him, Han Yang was concentrating on the delicious pig's head meat in front of him.

The pig's head meat was braised until fragrant. After being sliced and mixed with soy sauce and chili oil, it was indescribably delicious. Especially for Han Yang, who hadn't eaten meat for half a month.

The pig's head meat was brought by Shen the Butcher. The wine was also brought by him. However, Shen the Butcher didn't seem to have much appetite, only talking incessantly. Han Yang, while seizing the time to chew vigorously, occasionally nodded and hummed a couple of times, indicating that he was listening and agreed with his opinions.

"Who would have thought that practical controlled nuclear fusion technology would be the standard for measuring whether a civilization has entered the interstellar age? And once a civilization enters the interstellar age, it gains the qualification to join the Milky Way Intelligent Life Alliance."

Shen the Butcher's expression was somewhat mournful: "It's a qualification, just a qualification. It seems like joining is entirely voluntary, right? But did they give us a choice?"

Shen the Butcher picked up his chopsticks, wanting to pick up a piece of meat to eat. But seeing Han Yang wolfing it down, he put the chopsticks down again and only drank a glass of wine.

"You were still young back then, you probably don't remember. At that time, the newly formed Human Space Force, 400 warships, were completely annihilated by one Ita Civilization warship. The Human Civilization United Government was dissolved, the Ita Civilization intervened, claiming to help us establish an interstellar government, and so, the Earth Government was established..."

"Mhm, mhm."

Han Yang quickly swallowed the meat in his mouth. To show that he was listening, he interjected whenever there was a gap: "I only remember that there were celebrations all over the world at that time, celebrating the establishment of the Earth Government, celebrating human civilization joining the Milky Way Intelligent Civilization Family..."

Shen the Butcher's expression became even more mournful: "But has the situation of us humans really gotten better and better as the Ita people initially proclaimed?"

Bang! Crack!

Suddenly, the sound of gunfire came from under the silent night sky, and faintly, there were also sounds of people screaming, as well as roars and chaotic footsteps.

This was the norm in the Vegetable Market District at night. There were gang conflicts almost every night. Han Yang and Shen the Butcher were already used to this.

"Before joining the Alliance, the public order here was very good, there weren't so many gangs. At that time, children could go to school, young people could find jobs, and the elderly were taken care of. What did the Ita Civilization bring us? Scientific stagnation, resources plundered, children can't even afford to go to school. Billions of people are struggling in poverty, and the result is only fattening up a small portion of the Ita people's lackeys."

"Mhm, mhm, I'm also very poor."

Han Yang nodded repeatedly.

Shen the Butcher's tone suddenly became impassioned: "So, we must resist! We must drive away the Ita people and restore the independence and autonomy of our human civilization, so that our civilization can stand up again and everyone can live a good life!"

"Yes, yes, yes."

"So, Han Yang, join us!"

Shen the Butcher looked at Han Yang with great eagerness.

Han Yang had just finished eating the last piece of pig's head meat at this moment. He put down his chopsticks with some regret and shook his head decisively: "No."

Shen the Butcher was startled, full of astonishment: "You don't even ask who we are?"

"Isn't it the Blue Army? The TV reports it all day long, a brutal terrorist organization, the source of all evil..."

"That's slander!" Shen the Butcher was extremely angry: "We have been fighting for the independence and autonomy of human civilization! By the way, how did you know I was from the Blue Army?"

Han Yang scoffed: "If you weren't from the Blue Army, would you keep bringing wine and meat to approach me, and keep telling me how bad the world is, and talking about the past glory?"

"Han Yang, I've been observing you for a long time. You don't steal or rob, you don't cheat or deceive, you don't hang out with gangs, you just work diligently every day, and sometimes you even help others. You have the potential to become a true warrior, which is why I told you my identity.

Join the Blue Army, we can become comrades, and together we can fight for the future of our civilization, so that our descendants will no longer be oppressed by the Ita people and their lackeys."

"No."

Han Yang's refusal was still very decisive.

Boom...

A low rumble suddenly came from the sky, from far to near, getting higher and higher, and then instantly becoming low again when it reached its limit.

Han Yang looked up and saw a flying car dragging a long tail flame flying across the night sky outside the window.

In recent years, the rich people in Da Jiang City, especially the idle rich second generation, somehow started a trend of liking to race flying cars, especially in crowded places after dark.

The city is full of tall buildings and many flying cars, which are not suitable for racing. The suburbs of the city, like the Vegetable Market District and the Bridge Hole District, which are slums, are densely populated, have a low density of flying cars, and not many tall buildings, so they have become a holy place for racing flying cars.

When racing, the rich people also like to deliberately lower their altitude and deliberately bombard the poor with noise.

At first, people who were woken up would curse at the sky a few times. But after finding that it had no effect, they just let it be.

"These little beasts." Shen the Butcher cursed at the window and then looked at Han Yang: "Why?"

Han Yang just shook his head and didn't speak.

Shen the Butcher looked at Han Yang with a look of disappointment, was silent for a moment, and took out a book from hisin one's arms and handed it to him: "You can read it if you have time."

Han Yang glanced at it and saw the words "Human History" on the cover. He didn't dare to look at the words after that, as if his hand had been burned, and he immediately fumbled to push it back: "This is a banned book, I don't dare to keep it, Brother Shen, take it back."

Seeing Han Yang's firm attitude, Shen the Butcher had to take the book back. Before leaving, he looked at Han Yang again: "I'll be back."

Han Yang's spirits lifted: "Be careful on the road, it's not peaceful lately."

Shen the Butcher sneered and patted the pig-slaughtering knife on his waist: "When has it ever been peaceful? I'm leaving."

Shen the Butcher left. Han Yang carefully locked the door, went back into the house, turned off the light, and stared blankly out the window.

In the city in the distance, the neon lights of the tall buildings were still shining. In the center of the city, the Space Elevator built by the Ita people stood there like a giant pillar supporting the sky. Flying cars flew across the sky from time to time, at such a low altitude that Han Yang seemed to be able to hear the wild laughter of the rich people inside.

"This damn world."

Han Yang muttered.

He knew in his heart that what Shen the Butcher said was true. The root cause of the suffering brought to human civilization was indeed the Ita Civilization. Only by driving away the Ita Civilization could human civilization truly stand up.

But...

The path of the Blue Army is a dead end. Although Han Yang greatly admired the soldiers of the Blue Army, he would never join them himself.

He planned to take another path.

For the past two years, Han Yang had kept a secret in his heart that he dared not tell anyone.

In his head, there was an abacus, the kind ancient people used for accounting.

His consciousness, his perception, could clearly feel the existence of an abacus.

Two years ago, Han Yang bought a batch of small toys to set up a stall and sell them to make a living. After assembling a toy abacus, the abacus suddenly disappeared and entered his mind.

Over the past two years, Han Yang had repeatedly experimented and finally figured out the use of this abacus and explored its potential.

Any device he personally manufactured that could be used for calculation would enter his mind and provide him with the same computing power as its performance.

Just like this abacus, it greatly improved his mathematical calculation ability. Problems that would take ordinary people half a day to solve, Han Yang could calculate in an instant.

The abacus was just the most basic tool for auxiliary calculation. In the modern world, humans had more advanced computing tools, computer chips.

Over the past two years, Han Yang had been self-studying knowledge in mathematics, physics, mechanical processing, circuits, and computers, and had been saving money to prepare for making a CPU with his own hands.

Some primitive early computer chips, once the principles were understood, were actually not difficult to make by hand using simple tools available in modern times.

There were even videos online of people making computer chips by hand. Of course, the performance of such handmade chips was not worth mentioning; being able to run Snake would be considered heaven-defying.

But... no matter how poor the performance, performing tens of thousands of operations per second should be a piece of cake, right? At least it should be much stronger than the computing power of an abacus.

As long as Han Yang made a computing chip with his own hands, Han Yang could possess computing power equivalent to it, achieving a certain degree of combination of the human brain and computer, having both the capabilities of the human brain and the capabilities of a computer.

If he could possess the computing power of a supercomputer, while also having the judgment, decisiveness, imagination, innovation, etc., of a human brain, then wouldn't it be possible for him to operate a vast factory by himself?

No, more than that, perhaps he could control an entire industrial system by himself, or even drive scientific progress by himself, build advanced interstellar warships by himself, and even control a vast interstellar fleet...

In that case... wouldn't he have the ability to resist the Ita Civilization and liberate all of humanity?

Now, Han Yang had finished self-studying all the prerequisite knowledge for making computer chips by hand. The next step, Han Yang planned to purchase relevant materials and actually start making them.

But...

Han Yang looked at the dilapidated brick and tile house he lived in, looked at the dim light bulb, looked at the creaking wooden bed and the only few pieces of old furniture, and sighed: "No money, can't afford the materials..."

For those who don't believe that humans can make a CPU by hand, you can search for the video "Purely Handmade CPU" on Bilibili. A big brother manually made a CPU using circuit boards, capacitors, resistors, cables, and so on...

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