Chapter 682 Chapter 679 · "Happy New Year."

   "Catastrophe January 1, 1949, Fuyuan Festival. The weather is heavy snow and the humidity is level 6. Residents are requested to pay attention to anti-skid and cold protection, pay attention to safety, stay away from water sources, and do not swim in winter."

   "The front-line military and civilians are about to return, please wait in the outer city, and the casualties are still being counted."

"The control of the city of God has been seized. Under the leadership of Asa Akto, mankind has entered a period of stable development, and the scale of the planting area is expanding. The deputy city lord has led the frontier scholars to receive technology in the three fields of the **** camp. Our future It's bright..."

   "Due to the cessation of the war, the Tribunal will reduce the number of incumbents. At the same time, the City Guard is recruiting and screening new personnel. Interested applicants should pay attention to the selection requirements of Taikal experts..."

  Su Mingan woke up in the sound of the announcement.

The    TV station and various live broadcast screens broadcast the latest situation, and the announcer's tone was mixed with uncontrollable joy, and he did not hesitate to respect Asa Akto. They say he saved the world.

"We should know that on the last day of the 48th year of the cataclysm, a city lord who instinctively enjoyed the warmth and blessings of the festival fought against the gods and agents without fear of life and death, and stopped a nuclear explosion that was enough to destroy all human beings. The soldiers were able to successfully enter the last line of defense of the gods' camp..."

   The announcer's voice spread throughout the city:

"We should express our sincere apologies to him, no one can surpass his exploits or smear his reputation. History should remember this day, this is the day when the world changed and everyone entered a new era. This day, the sky There are no coveted gods in China, and there are no agents who control the lives of civilians on the earth..."

  The sound of people stepping on the snow and laughter came from outside the window, and the always-present smell of gunpowder disappeared. No screams, no wailing, no smell of burning corpses.

   At this moment, Su Mingan vaguely realized that the war seemed to be over.

   The blood-colored dawn quietly sprinkled on his face, and he could see a film-like red beyond his eyelids, like the color of the New Year.

   He slowly opened his eyes, and his vision became clearer and clearer. He saw at least two dozen people waiting in front of his bed, most of them dressed in military uniforms and covered in dust.

   "The city owner is awake!"

   "The lord is awake!"

   "Call the doctor to come over and take a look!"

   "Little handsome..."

   The moment he opened his eyes, rumbling sounds exploded one after another, like a group of people beating gongs and drums in his ears. Some stood up and called for the doctor, while others greeted him.

  Su Ming'an couldn't see any familiar figures for a while. These people's faces were a little unfamiliar. They were the juniors of the legion for more than ten years and had not had much contact with him.

Xia Sheng, who was usually the first to report the battle situation, was not there, Noah, who discussed the strategy with him, was not there, Luna, who would care about his physical condition, Yamada-machi, Cheng Luohe, Stasi, Lu, Yueyue, Che, Sen... are not there.

   He couldn't see a familiar person.

   A young man helped him to sit up and said in a high voice, "City Lord, the war is over! The war is over!"

   This group of elites who have always been calm seems to have burned their brains, and kept repeating "the war is over" with a look of joy.

   They were crowded in this room, all kinds of dazzling medals glistened, as if they were holding a badge exhibition here, which made Su Mingan's eyes hurt.

   "Okay, who are you?" Su Mingan pressed his temples, he glanced at the time, it was 6:40 in the morning. It should be Ming that brought him back to Doomsday City to rest in a coma overnight.

   "My name is Mollet Snow, the second general researcher of Bionic Technology. It is an honor to meet you, City Lord." The young man replied excitedly, as if he had seen an idol, and his voice was still very loud.

   "Hmmm..." Su Mingan perfunctory: "Be quiet."

   The young man stopped his voice instantly, and the people beside him also became quiet. This room is full of elites, and it is impossible for people without status to approach him.

   A doctor with a medical kit came to check on Su Ming'an's recovery. After a moment, the doctor frowned.

"The main reason for the city lord's physical weakness is the lack of energy, coupled with various gunshot wounds and frostbite." The doctor said: "Fortunately, the gunshot wounds have avoided key organs, but the burns are somewhat serious ... and neck injuries. In the future There may be sequelae, such as difficulty breathing, difficulty swallowing…”

   Hearing the doctor's words, the noisy people finally quieted down.

  Su Ming'an's exposed arms were all wounded. Frostbite and burns are mixed together, making the surface skin look extremely hideous, and it is difficult to imagine what other places will look like.

   When the doctor changed his medicine, Su Mingan looked out the window.

  The cold wind drifted in along the window, bringing people's laughter and the smell of bacon. Even in the daytime, there are still people setting off fireworks, which seems to be the custom of the Fuyuan Festival.

   He saw the extremely lively city-state. Even if the snow was blowing, he could still see the red sun in the sky, the gilded characters on the signboards of high-rise buildings were shining brightly, and the tens of millions of beautiful nets seemed to flutter in the wind like colorful flags. Vehicles in the city are like shuttles, pedestrians are flowing, and motorcycles are galloping past, like eagles about to take off.

   On the live screen in the distance, experts are explaining the development of planting areas, officials are looking forward to the future of mankind, and occasionally some front-line recordings are transmitted, attracting people to stop.

   In the center of the city, there is a statue that is being built. It is said that someone will build a new statue of Aktor as a symbol of victory at the Battle of Dawn.

  Actor's contribution in this battle was too great, and it was a final word on the last night. If other generals made such a great contribution, they would definitely arouse the jealousy of others. But Akto is already the highest-ranking city lord. This allows people to support him and praise him as much as they want.

  Su Ming'an is located in the core building of the inner city, also known as the government building, and non-important military and political personnel are not allowed to enter. But just as he was looking from afar, countless vehicles approached here. There was a long queue of vehicles below, and just looking at the number made one's scalp tingle.

  The end of a war does not mean the end of everything, there are more things to deal with.

   Post-war awards, division of interests, pensions for casualties, alliances, prisoners of war treatment... These are all problems.

   Once the war was over, all kinds of experts, scholars, generals, broadcasters, journalists, and even historians, writers, artists… all wanted to contact him. There are also the alliances of the major free camps, the surrendered gods, the free alliance, the trial, the holy inquisition, various mercenary groups, small and medium-sized gathering places... They all need to communicate with him.

   When the doctor changed his medicine, Su Mingan had a headache.

   There are too many people in this room, and people are still coming. Su Ming'an was very familiar with the way they looked at him, the way they looked at a hero.

  The crowd was quiet for a while, and then started to make noise again. Su Ming'an just fell into a coma for one night, and all kinds of urgent problems came one after another.

   "City Lord, Yaoguang Anita would like to discuss with you about the technology collection and distribution of the City of God..."

   "City Lord, on the issue of pensions for casualties and soldiers, as well as awards for meritorious soldiers..."

   "Lord Luvis, the victory of the war happened on the first day of the Blessing Festival. The Free Alliance hopes that you will use this name to open a new era and set the 49th year of the cataclysm as the first year of the new era."

   "City Lord, Hope City and Antofa City would like to negotiate with you about the distribution of profits after the war..."

   "Doctor, regarding the 'dawn system' mentioned by former commander Tretia, we have a preliminary plan for how to deal with it, and you need to decide..."

   This group of people said what you said and what I said, Su Mingan's brain was going to explode. Due to the loss of a large number of elites in the war, major departments lost their superiors or subordinates, management was chaotic, and there was no formal order for who reported first.

   He only listened to the casualties of the war and learned that there were as many as tens of millions of deaths, so he decided to push the problem to the road.

   "...ask the deputy city lord! He has full authority to handle it for me!" Su Mingan said.

   "The deputy city lord went to the City of God in the early hours of the morning, city lord, regarding the award of the beacon army..." An admiral said.

   "What about Sen? What about others?" Su Mingan frowned.

   "The commander has gone to deal with the legion. Most of the soldiers are still in the front line and haven't returned, the city master..."

  Su Ming'an was annoyed by the noisy voice: "Where's Noah?"

   "The commander is also in the legion..." Another general said, blocking Su Ming'an's next sentence by the way: "Commander Kakalement is not in the city either..."

   "Su Rin!" Su Mingan said loudly, "Where's Su Rin!"

  The crowd instantly quieted down.

   They looked at each other, and five seconds later, a voice came from outside the window: "I heard it."

   "Creak—" The window on the 4th floor was opened out of thin air, and a figure floated in the air and swayed in.

   "Commander." Several generals in the subordinate army saluted and said hello.

  Su Rin said "um": "You can leave now."

  "But..." People were instantly anxious, if this left, who would they ask?

   "Noah just came back, look for him." Su Rin glanced at several people: "Don't force me to chase them away."

  Su Rin's reputation for attacking his own people was very loud in the army, and several generals looked at each other and retreated. Immediately afterwards, some politicians and scholars who had no combat power turned around and left, for fear of being caught and beaten by Su Rin.

   "Why didn't you call me when I ran out of energy?" Su Rin looked at Su Mingan.

   "I saw you on the rooftop, you are on the front line. You can't be called in that situation."

   "Oh." Su Rin stood beside him for a while.

   "Su Ming'an, let me go out with you." Su Rin suddenly said, "It's time to rest."

  Su Mingan glanced at his 24,500 faction contribution points, just in time to exchange some items.

   "Okay." Su Ming'an covered his scarred arm and rolled over and got out of bed.

   They went downstairs and walked to the inner city. Due to Su Rin's deterrence, the excited people did not dare to approach Su Ming'an, but just watched from a distance, saying hello and taking pictures.

   "City Lord! Happy Fuyuan Festival!" A general's young daughter leaned against the car window and waved at him with a smile on her tender face. Her general father smiled, revealing a body with a broken arm.

  Su Mingan nodded to them, trucks passed by him, each returning soldier saluted him, most of them were wrapped in snow-white bandages, and they were dusty.

   "City Lord, Happy Fortune Festival!"

   "City Lord, I wish you good health!"

  All kinds of blessings drifted past my ears like the wind, and the colorful network "swipe la la" sounded. The whole city was slumbering in the vast snow, and the red sun that never fell in the sky complemented each other, forming a red and white oil painting.

  No continuous artillery fire, no drones peeking in the sky, peace is more precious than anything.

  Su Mingan walked slowly on the streets of the heavily guarded inner city, and did not step into the lively outer city, otherwise the enthusiastic residents might drown him.

   He felt extremely relaxed. The fourteen days of exhaustion suddenly came to an end, and he was only one step away from success. He stretched out his hand and opened the system interface, and his territory panel would display the battle loss ratio and resource consumption.

   However, just as he stretched out his hand, Su Rin's hand clasped his wrist firmly with a "pop".

   "...What are you looking for." Su Rin stared at him closely, with a hint of urgency in her eyes.

   "Look at the territory panel." Su Ming'an said.

"...Don't look." Su Rin said: "The war has been won, and the number of survivors is over 100 million. You have done a good job. Whether it's the military and civilians in the ruined world, or Yamada Machiichi, Xiaobi, Mori... They are all fine, you You have rescued them from their misery, fulfilled Xia Sheng's last wish, and ended the war. You have done a good job. I hope you understand that you are a human being, not an omnipotent god."

  Su Mingan stared at him.

"I hope you can realize the importance of yourself, not only this world, but also your world, hundreds of millions of people, they all need you." Su Rin said: "And... me. I'm still waiting for you to bring me back Playa, you can't give up, you know?"

   "What do you mean?" Su Mingan said.

   He and Su Rin were at a stalemate on the street, and large trucks drove past them.

   "Om—" Suddenly, a truck stopped beside the two of them, the door opened, and a heavily armed soldier jumped down and saluted Su Ming'an: "City Lord, I finally found you."

   "Huh?" Su Mingan raised his head.

"The R098 **** team confirmed that no one was alive at 1:40 in the morning. The team's equipment, materials and achievements were converted into pensions and distributed to the family members." The soldier handed him a black card: "Please claim the relics, which are for sacrifices. all property of the person."

   "What victims? I'm not someone's family." Su Mingan said. All of Asa Akto's relatives are dead, no family.

"Hey? I can't be wrong about you..." The soldier opened a notebook and confirmed the name of the deceased: "That's right, Lo Kelstia, her profile says you are Her only family members..."

   (end of this chapter)