Then he took a deep breath and began to skillfully type in lines of code.
"Drip...drip...drip..."
As he moved, rhythmic sounds emanated from the completely sealed space capsule.
Han Xuan subconsciously took a step forward, and Gu Tang, who was lying inside, suddenly turned pale.
Large beads of sweat instantly poured out of his head.
In just a few dozen seconds, Gu Tang looked as if he had been pulled out of the water, his hair and clothes completely soaked.
"Han Xuan!" Qin Junche's voice came from outside the laboratory at that moment, "Get out of the way! Tell your marshal to come out here!"
Along with his voice came a series of loud bangs.
Several soldiers from the Blazing Sun Legion who tried to stop him were mercilessly knocked to the ground by him.
"Han Xuan, you fucking get out here!" Qin Junche was really angry. "Otherwise, I'll bring my men and raze this lousy base to the ground!"
The researchers glanced at Han Xuan with concern.
The other person's hand, hanging at their side, was clenched so tightly.
The joints were already deathly pale.
But his back remained straight, and his expression remained calm.
"Continue," he instructed calmly.
The noise coming from outside the door grew louder and louder.
Han Xuan closed his eyes, turned around, and strode out of the laboratory.
With a "beep," the tightly closed laboratory door opened.
The hallway outside the door was already a mess.
At least twenty Japanese soldiers lay sprawled on the ground.
They were not dead, nor were they seriously injured.
No matter how furious Qin Junche was, he would never lay a hand on his own countrymen.
"Han Xuan!" But it's different for Han Xuan!
As soon as Qin Junche saw him, he rushed over.
With a muffled thud, his fist struck Han Xuan's handsome face hard.
The other party neither dodged nor yielded, and actually took the merciless punch head-on, even having his head knocked to the side.
Qin Junche's eyes flickered slightly. He looked at Han Xuan, who showed no intention of fighting back, and his raised fist froze in mid-air.
He exhaled and asked in a cold voice, "Where is Gu Tang?"
Han Xuan turned his head and gave Qin Junche a deep look.
Then he stepped aside to clear a path into the laboratory.
"What did you do to him?" Qin Junche rushed in like a gust of wind.
Then, he looked at the researchers who were meticulously operating the program, and then at Gu Tang, who was lying in the space capsule, his face as pale as paper.
Qin Junche stopped in his tracks.
"drop--"
The laboratory door closed again, and Han Xuan slowly walked in.
His lips were split open by Qin Junche's punch, and a trickle of blood slid down his chin.
But he just casually wiped it away, his gaze fixed on the space capsule.
"Are you crazy?" Qin Junche took a few heavy breaths.
He turned around abruptly, his gaze sharp as a knife as he stared directly at Han Xuan.
He was also a legionary marshal, so of course he knew what he was doing.
but……
"No," Han Xuan said.
"You fucking not crazy?! You're going crazy with him?!" Qin Junche reached out and tightly gripped the front of Han Xuan's military uniform.
His eyes were practically spitting fire as he glared fiercely at Han Xuan.
What kind of manners are those?!
What kind of upbringing is this?!
None of them exist!
Qin Junche just wants to curse right now!
I want to beat someone up!
With another muffled thud, Han Xuan took another punch without flinching.
This time, he was knocked so hard that he staggered.
If Qin Junche hadn't been holding him by the front of his shirt, Han Xuan would probably have been knocked to the ground.
"Are you out of your mind?! You brought Gu Tang here?! He's being immature, and you're being immature too?!"
Qin Junche felt like he was about to explode.
He knew exactly what Gu Tang wanted to do.
But is this something you can just try casually?
Gu Tang had some of his memories sealed, which was already...
"Gu Tang knows what he's doing," Han Xuan said coldly and calmly.
Once again, he nonchalantly wiped away the blood from the corner of his lips where he had been punched.
He paused, looking into Qin Junche's eyes: "He also knows how dangerous this is. But..."
His gaze turned almost gently to the still-closed space capsule.
Gu Tang, who was lying inside, was already soaked through.
His chest heaved violently, and his face was paler than a ghost.
When Han Xuan and Qin Junche looked over, his body was convulsing and twisting, half-curled up.
It looked as if he was enduring some terrible pain.
Han Xuan squeezed his eyes shut.
He took a deep breath, his tone still calm: "He has his dreams to pursue, and all I can do is help him, respect him, and accompany him as much as possible."
"But what if we fail?" Qin Junche calmed down a little.
He reached out and covered his head.
Worry, pain, anxiety, waiting...
It felt as if countless ants were attacking and gnawing at his heart.
Qin Junche squatted down.
He seemed to be asking Han Xuan, yet also muttered as if talking to himself, "His memories were hypnotized and sealed. If he recalls... no! If he fails in the end, he will go insane again."
His eyes were bloodshot: "He can't take it..."
“He can,” Han Xuan said succinctly and forcefully.
Despite having just been punched twice by Qin Junche, he placed his hand on Qin Junche's shoulder and said confidently, "He will definitely succeed!"
After Han Xuan finished speaking, he looked at Gu Tang inside the space capsule.
The man, convulsing and curled up like a small shrimp, had strands of sweaty hair clinging to his handsome profile.
He can definitely do it.
That's what Han Xuan believed.
He always felt that this man, whose mental strength was only at the F level, possessed an incredibly powerful and unwavering soul.
In a daze, Han Xuan felt as if he heard Gu Tang's voice speaking to him.
The sound was somewhat distant, somewhat ethereal, and even a little hard to hear.
But he was certain that it was Gu Tang's voice—
"The road ahead is arduous, but I will always forge ahead."
Han Xuan watched calmly.
Even Qin Junche fell completely silent.
When they spoke, all that could be heard in the laboratory was the rhythmic, short "beep, beep, beep" sound.
A long time has passed.
The soldiers of the Fierce Sun Army delivered meals to their marshal and the Marshal of the Star Army several times.
Even the researchers responsible for operating the program have been rotated three times.
When the researchers returned to their posts, he looked at Gu Tang, who was still pale and ghost-like inside the spacecraft, and a look of wild joy appeared on his face.
The "drip," "drip," "drip" sounds became noticeably faster.
The researcher typed rapidly on the virtual keyboard, then raised his index finger, took a deep breath, and pressed the execute button heavily.
This is the final step.
Now even he is beginning to believe that Gu Tang can pull through.
Inside the space capsule, Gu Tang's chest heaved even more dramatically.
So the pain of forcibly enhancing one's mental strength really is just as that person described.
It felt as if every bone in the body was being removed one by one, the flesh was being cut off piece by piece, and even the nerves and blood vessels were being sawed off one by one.
Then they piece it back together, and then repeat the same pain again.