Su Mingan was slightly startled: "Huh?"

"Today is December 30, 48 Years of Catastrophe, and tomorrow is our 'Fuyuan Festival', which lasts for more than half a month." Xi said, "People will set off fireworks, hang red cloth, and give away red ribbons.

Luozi represents victory. Yellow represents peace and success. Green is given by the elderly to the young, representing ardent expectations. White is the blessing of the person who is about to die to others."

Su Ming'an spread out the bra and the weaving was beautiful.

Xi hung the Luozi on his belt: "When you receive the Luozi, you have to hang it on your waist. If the person who sent the Luozi dies, you have to hang the Luozi on your wrist until the next blessing."

Fate."

"Then when I go back, won't I have hundreds of belts hanging on my waist?"

"I'm looking forward to that scene, the popular Lord of the City." Xi stared at him: "I wish you all the best and peace. I hope you are alive more than winning the war."

"...Okay." Su Mingan said, "Happy Blissful Fate Festival."

He didn't expect that it would be Xi who celebrated the New Year with him in the end.

The truck was speeding through the sand, and more and more vehicles were passing by. The rear mirrors were all hung with fluttering strips, like suspended rainbows.

Various decorations representing the festival are hung under the eaves. People's belts are hung with colorful strings, and some people even hang some silver bells and medicine bags, which jingle as they walk.

Along the way, Su Mingan saw countless pairs of mothers and daughters and fathers and sons hugging each other, or couples walking hand in hand.

The end is imminent, and people may never have a tomorrow. They tell the story of the last love in their lives.

The flames of war are raging throughout the world, with millions of deaths every day. If human civilization ends in Catastrophe 48, I wonder what kind of new century will take over this desolate land.

Compared with the life span of this land, the dazzling history of mankind is too short and insignificant.

"Tilla" on-board news is still being broadcast:

[The war front line will be broadcast next. We will be connected with Su Lin Didi, the commander of the "Dawn Army" of the vanguard army... Army commander, Su Lin, commander of the army, can you hear me? Can you describe the situation on the war front line for us?

】

Su Mingan refreshed his mind.

"Stab" came out from the radio with a strong sound of electricity, and a moment later, a cold voice came out, it was Su Lin:

"You are still doing live broadcasts? Is there something wrong with the leader of Doomsday City? Akto's life and death are unknown, and you are still in the mood to do this. I think the only people who will seek refuge in him in a few decades will be you, the losers."

The "Ka Da" broadcast was interrupted in time, and the announcer's somewhat embarrassed voice came out: [Ah, it seems that the regiment commander doesn't really want to be interviewed... Uh, let's interrupt with the latest news.]

[The supreme leader of the freedom camp, Asa Akto, the Lord of Doomsday City, has entered the City of God for negotiations. He has bought us a full fourteen-hour buffer time. The next nuclear explosion will not occur. Please rest assured.

】

[Perhaps we should reflect on whether there is a difference between bionic bodies and humans. This famous city lord has guided us all the way to the current situation of confronting the gods. Should we think about whether this land belongs only to people named

The race of 'human'...]

Su Mingan slightly closed his eyes.

"Xiao Shuai, people now know that you delayed the nuclear explosion for us." Xi found that Su Mingan was in a bad mood: "Look, three hours have passed, and the next nuclear explosion has never happened. Maybe we really

Can win."

"...Hmm." Su Mingan's face looked ugly. The lack of oxygen and blood loss in his body were affecting him.

He coughed and looked at the scenery outside the window.

Suddenly, a white shadow passed outside the window. His scalp instantly became numb, and a strong panic suppressed his brain.

"Lin Guang is outside the car!" He quickly opened the car door and raised the muzzle of the Glory shotgun in his hand.

"What?" Sen was so frightened that he stepped on the accelerator and accelerated immediately.

Su Mingan stared nervously at the figure outside the window. Lin Guang was wearing a white robe today and seemed to be getting closer to him...

He gripped the handle of the gun tightly, his fingers turning pale.

But the next moment he blinked, Lin Guang's figure suddenly disappeared. He was shocked, but he could no longer see Lin Guang's figure.

AI Yeya's calm voice sounded: [Doctor, I have not detected any traces of life. You must have read it wrong. 】

Su Mingan was slightly startled.

"……I read it wrong?"

He pressed against the window glass, the Glory Hunter in his hand hanging slightly.

Where he pressed his heart with his palm, he felt a lingering pain like moisture. He was very familiar with this feeling. Every time he swore, he almost fainted.

[Doctor, you should rest, your mental state has been irreparably damaged.] AI Yeya reminded.

Next to him, Xi looked at him with worry. Xia Cheng in the front row also turned his head.

Su Mingan's finger flashed with white light, and three red and white capsules appeared on his fingertips. This medicine does not cost points, and he made some in the laboratory.

Now is the final battle, and he cannot let his mental state affect his decision-making.

The more times this [Two Spirit Capsules] are used in a short period of time, the better the therapeutic effect will be. As for adverse reactions, such as nausea, vomiting, headache and emotional dullness, they are all symptoms that can be overcome.

Ten minutes later, Su Mingan clearly felt that the colors in his field of vision were brighter.

In my ears, Xi's voice kept coming, and her voice had a silky texture.

"Xiao Shuai, I wish you peace and joy." Xi squeezed his cold hand: "I wish you peace and joy..."

She kept repeating, her eyebrows drooping, as if she was about to cry.

Perhaps during the Catastrophic Period of the Century more than 40 years ago, Akto was also so desperate, bringing himself to the brink of death at every turn.

"I'm fine." Su Mingan's voice became hoarse.

"..." Xi said nothing.

Not far away, the tall buildings of Doomsday City are vaguely visible, like giants standing tall under the bloody sun, firmly supporting a safe zone.

Cars were coming and going at the door. The outer shells of each vehicle were stained with blood, and they were loaded with Originium stones that were exchanged for their lives.

"City Lord, we are almost there." Xia Cheng turned around and said to Su Ming'an.

"Yeah." Su Mingan said.

Xia Cheng tilted his head: "Sen, I have to leave the work to you in the future. I'm sorry to trouble you."

"There is no need for any trouble between us. Back then at the Beacon Gathering, you were my most trusted deputy." Sen held the steering wheel and smiled, his thick black eyebrows slightly raised, and there was no trace of anything on his old face.

Impure smile: "When the war is over, the veterans you have been carrying with you for the past sixteen years will be discharged. How do you want to arrange them?"

Xia Cheng said: "I think that when we enter a peaceful era in the future, the city-state will need a group of guards to maintain order."

"That's fine." Sen said: "They are very suitable to be the escort team. What is the name of the escort team?"

The truck began to slow down and drove towards the city gate. There was a short dirt slope there. The truck stopped and people collected the source stones and picked up the injured soldiers.

Xia Cheng thought for a moment and suddenly saw an eagle flying across the sky.

So handsome, so brave.

Xia Cheng's eyes lit up.

"Let's call this escort army [Eagle Dogs]. I am the first veteran of the Eagle Dogs."

Su Mingan was slightly startled.

Xia Cheng turned his head and looked at Su Ming'an.

"City Lord, can I have the right to name the twins? I regard them as my children, and my property will be left to them and Cheng Luohe."

"Okay." Su Mingan said.

Xia Cheng closed his eyes and pondered for a second:

"They were born just a few days ago, born in the winter before dawn. The fire is passed down from generation to generation, and the rising sun will rise..."

Just call them Dongxu and Xudong, it matches my name."

Su Mingan was slightly startled.

"I heard that the parents of the twins who died were once your students. I hope... that like their parents, they can enter the laboratory and contribute to mankind in the future." Xia Cheng said.

"...Maybe they will do it." Su Mingan said.

This year is the end of Catastrophe 48, and Dongxu and Xudong have just been born.

The laboratory was in Cataclysm 72, and they happened to be... 23 years old. Consistent with the data.

Xia Cheng smiled casually.

He stuffed a piece of black letter paper into Su Ming'an's palm.

Then, he picked up the gun, turned around suddenly, and walked towards the outside of the city. His body was always straight and he walked in a straight line with every step.

Integrity, calmness, and soldier-like perseverance are the symbols engraved on Xia Cheng. Sacrifice for mankind and fighting against the gods have almost become themes engraved in his bones.

"Hey, Xiaoxia, where are you going?" Xi jumped out of the car.

"I'm going...home."

Xia Cheng laughed, facing the gradually drooping sunset, and left without looking back.
To be continued...