Chapter 390 Bitter Moments
At different times, we need to choose different ways to solve problems.
If Lin Fan traveled to the Republic of China, he would choose to join the revolution.
Tear the warlords' fortresses to pieces and bury the feudal system in the grave. Millions of poor people must stand up under thousands of years of cruel oppression.
There are enemies outside, and corrupt worms inside waiting for an opportunity. Lin Fan will not shout for the great unity of the people of the world at this time, but first let the broken mountains and rivers return to unity, and let the sinking people shout the last roar.
If Lin Fan traveled to the feudal dynasty, he would not think of launching a communist revolution.
Instead, he would choose to improve the production level of society and let the wheel of history roll forward with the power of science.
From a relatively backward feudal society to a more advanced capitalist society, after all, without productivity as support and the necessary wealth as accumulation, it is nothing but a castle in the air to force society into the next stage.
The economic base determines the superstructure.
If Lin Fan traveled to Western Europe and caught up with the vigorous religious reform and peasant uprising, he would not think of enslaving the masses in the name of the Son of God.
He would not join the noble lords who were high above, nor would he join the solemn and hypocritical priests and ministers.
Truchses shouted: God will never abandon the nobles who are born prominent!
Martin Luther shouted: To deal with peasants, you must use fists to make blood spray from the nose, use knives to make the head jump off the shoulders, and use bullets to smash the ears. Peasants need this kind of teaching stick. Since the peasants do not listen to the merciful words of God, they have to listen to the executioners who come with axes.
Lin Fan will definitely sneer at their remarks and say that he can play the role of Huang Chao.
The streets of heaven trampled on the bones of the nobles, and the inner treasury burned into brocade ashes.
The corpses of the nobles were everywhere under the butcher's knife, until no one in the whole of Europe dared to call themselves the descendants of the nobles and the chosen people of God.
This change and guidance is ultimately on a planet and within a race.
Expanding to the entire galaxy, the situation becomes more complicated and difficult to control. The genetic modification adopted by humans in the Golden Age has given the human species many appearances and branches.
The poor living environment has caused many people to have serious genetic mutations, and many people live under the shadow of the hive city.
So how do these people count? They are defined as mutants, and they are locked underground by the government and other people.
They say that the Emperor has abandoned these dark sons, even if the mutations in these humans are not what they want.
The cruel, high-pressure, and ignorant country tortures the human species.
There are no good people in the entire universe, not even one.
Especially the cruelty of the human empire.
From the upper limit, he is weaker than the torture prison of Gomo.
From the breadth, Gomo is far less than the pain that the human empire can create.
The countless legion soldiers and fanatics under his rule are rampant in the galaxy, bringing death to people or things that do not abide by their narrow view of purity.
Every man and woman is in pain, either on the battlefield or in the countless factories and hive-like slums that fuel the Imperial machine.
All of this is a humble servitude to the God-Emperor who sits on his throne. His commandments are at most vaguely recalled, distorted by the unreliability of time and human nature.
Even with the so-called honor and the concept of fighting for humanity, this still cannot make the human empire show a glimmer of light.
Like superheroes saving the city, they have eliminated villains again and again, and celebrated their rescue of citizens in the ruins of the city.
But they have never cast their eyes on the soil that nourishes darkness. They are more like a group of bodyguards, people who repair the dark system.
This is the manifestation of the human empire, showing up in the world with the worst human desire for power and extremely stubborn xenophobia.
The hungry evil gods laugh at the world, they absorb the hatred sacrificed to them by the living, weave hatred, and carry out an uninterrupted cycle of harvesting.
Each era has its own tasks, and the people of each era also need to solve different problems.
What Lin Fan needs to solve is the endless war and endless hatred in the universe.
All races in this universe are soaked in each other's blood. Everyone is a scumbag. Even humans in the golden age have a lot of black history.
Any rational guy would choose to let this shitty universe directly /remake.
But Lin Fan is an idealist, an idealist who will not be destroyed.
The weapons of the reactionaries have no effect on him. He can make the world a better place little by little, no matter how many years he needs to achieve it.
He also knows that the policy of extermination and exclusion must never become the essence of the empire.
This galaxy has experienced too many reincarnations. Although the span is quite large, no one can remember it all, but Lin Fan knows it.
The War in Heaven exterminated unimaginable life. The pain and hatred when life died caused huge waves in the calm subspace.
They woke up and peeked at everything in the real universe through the curtain.
The past of the Human Federation is no longer traceable, but from what the Emperor and the Space Marines have seen and heard in various pocket empires.
The Human Federation seemed to be degenerate in the final period. The colossi driven by human blood, the nobles who planted humans to harvest organs to maintain immortality, and the human tongue factory built for entertainment all hinted that the Human Federation was about to go down the same path of degeneration as the Eldar Empire.
The storm of the Age of Strife nailed the final nail to the grave of the golden humans who were half buried in the ground.
The evil gods became active and acted recklessly in the human race whose psychic power had just awakened. The cruel and bloodthirsty demons possessed them, and the boundary between reality and illusion became increasingly blurred.
The indulgence of the Eldar gave birth to Slaanesh and blew away the majestic subspace storm.
The Emperor seized the opportunity and launched a great expedition to try to turn the tide.
He was so eager that he didn't want to waste any time to govern the recovered planet.
But Lin Fan could also understand the Emperor. He was racing against time to build a webway system that belonged to humans before the four gods could do anything.
If the Webway could be built with only the resources of Terra and Mars, the Emperor would not have thought of launching an expedition to conquer the entire galaxy.
For the Emperor, as long as the Webway succeeds. Humanity can abandon the warp and minimize the chance of falling into corruption.
As long as the Webway succeeds, all the poorly managed Imperial worlds can establish close ties with Terra, and all the problems of local separatism and political corruption will be solved.
Fast communication and efficient transportation can sweep all the petty and treacherous people into the dustbin of history.
But the problem is that the Webway plan failed.
What have you done, idiot! I want to save us! Father! (Webway and red letter)