"January 1st, Catastrophic Year 49, Fuyuan Festival. The weather is heavy with snow and the humidity is level 6. Residents are asked to pay attention to slipping and cold when traveling, pay attention to safety, stay away from water sources, and please do not swim in winter."

"The frontline soldiers and civilians are about to return. Please wait for your family members in the outer city. The casualties are still being counted. Every victim is a hero of the world."

"Control of the City of God has been seized. Under the leadership of Asa Akto, mankind has entered a period of stable development. The scale of the planting area is expanding. The deputy city lord has led cutting-edge scholars to receive the three-domain technology of the God camp. Our future

It’s bright…”

"Due to the cessation of the war, the trial court will reduce the number of serving personnel. At the same time, the City Guard is recruiting and screening new personnel. Those who are interested in applying, please pay attention to the selection requirements of Tekal experts..."

Su Mingan woke up to the sound of the announcement.

The TV station and various live screens broadcast the latest situation. The announcer's tone was mixed with uncontrollable joy, and his words showed no hesitation in admiration for Asa Akto. They said that it was he who saved this country.

world.

"We should know that on the last day of the 48th year of the disaster, a city lord who instinctively enjoyed warmth and blessings fought against the gods' agents without fear of life and death, preventing a nuclear explosion that could destroy all mankind, and allowing those on the front line to

The soldiers were able to successfully attack 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 achievements or vilify his good name. History should remember this day. This is the day when the world changes and everyone enters a new era. On this day, the sky

There is no longer a coveted god in the world, and there is no longer an agent on the earth who can control the lives of civilians..."

The sound of people stepping on the snow and laughing could be heard outside the window, and the ever-present smell of gunpowder smoke dissipated. There were no screams, no wails, and no smell of burning corpses.

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

The bloody dawn quietly sprinkled on his face, and he could see a filmy red outside his eyelids, like the color of the New Year.

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

"The city lord is awake!"

"The lord is awake!"

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

"Little handsome..."

The moment he opened his eyes, there were rumbling sounds one after another, like a group of people beating gongs and drums in his ears. Some people stood up and called the doctor, and some said hello to him.

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

Xia Sheng, who is usually the first to report the battle situation, is not here, Noah, who discusses strategies with him, Luna, who cares about his physical condition, Yamada Machichi, Cheng Luohe, Staxi, Lu, Yueyue, Che, Sen...

...are not here.

He couldn't see anyone familiar.

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

This group of usually calm elites seemed to have burned out their brains as they kept repeating "The war is over" with expressions full of joy.

They were crowded in this room, with all kinds of dazzling medals shining, as if there was a badge display conference here, which made Su Mingan's eyes hurt.

"Okay, who are you?" Su Mingan pressed his temples and looked at the time. It was 6:40 in the morning. Ming Ming probably brought him unconscious from the high-rise building in the City of Gods back to Doomsday City to rest.

"My name is Maurit Snow, the second general researcher of bionic technology. It's an honor to meet you, City Lord." The young man replied excitedly, as if he had met his idol, and his voice was still loud.

"Hmm..." Su Mingan said perfunctorily: "Be quiet."

The young man stopped talking instantly, and the people on the side also immediately fell silent. The people in this room were all elites, and it was impossible for someone with no status to approach him.

A doctor carrying a medical kit came over to check on Su Mingan's recovery. After a moment, the doctor frowned.

"The city owner mainly suffered from physical weakness caused by lack of energy, coupled with various gunshot wounds and frostbite." The doctor said: "Fortunately, the gunshot wounds avoided key organs, but the burns were somewhat serious... and there were injuries to the neck.

There may be sequelae in the future, such as difficulty breathing and swallowing..."

After hearing the doctor's words, the noisy people finally calmed down.

Su Ming'an's only exposed arm was covered with wounds. Frostbite and burns were mixed together, making the surface of the skin look extremely hideous. It was difficult to imagine what other parts of the body would look like.

"..." While the doctor was changing his dressing, Su Mingan looked out the window.

The cold wind drifted in through the window, bringing with it people's laughter and the smell of bacon. Even in the daytime, people were still setting off fireworks. This seemed to be a custom of the Fortune Festival.

He saw the extremely lively city-state. Even with heavy snowfall, he could still see the red sun in the sky. The large gilt characters on the high-rise building signs were shining, and tens of millions of beautiful banners were fluttering in the wind like colorful flags. There were vehicles and pedestrians in the city.

The stream was flowing, and the motorcycles were passing by like lightning, like eagles about to soar.

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

In the center of the city, there is a statue being built. It is said that someone is going to build a brand new statue for Akto as a symbol of victory in the War of Dawn.

Akto's contribution in this battle was too great, and it was the final word on the last night. If any other general had made such a great contribution, it would definitely arouse the jealousy of others. But Akto is already the one with the highest status.

City Lord. This allows people to support him and praise him as much as they want without worrying about their status being threatened.

Su Mingan was in the core building of the inner city, also known as the dignitary building. Non-important military and political personnel were not allowed to enter. But just as he was looking from a distance, countless vehicles approached. There was a long queue of vehicles below.

The amount is enough to make one's head 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, compensation for casualties, alliances, and treatment of prisoners of war...these are all issues.

As soon as the war ended, all kinds of experts, scholars, generals, broadcasters, reporters, and even historians, writers, artists... all wanted to contact him. There were also allies from the major freedom camps, surrendered god agents, freedom alliances,

The Tribunal, the Holy Inquisition, various mercenary groups, small and medium-sized gathering places... they all need to communicate with him.

When the doctor changed his dressing, Su Mingan felt a headache.

There are too many people in this room, and people are still coming in a steady stream. The way they look at him is very familiar to Su Mingan, it is the way they look at a hero.

The crowd was only quiet for a short while, and then started to make noise again. Su Mingan was in a coma for only one night, and various urgent problems came one after another.

"City Lord, Yaoguang Anita would like to discuss with you regarding the collection and distribution of technology in the City of Gods..."

"City Lord, regarding the issue of pensions for casualty soldiers and awards for meritorious soldiers..."

"Lord Luvis, the victory of the war happens to be on the first day of the Fate Festival. The Freedom Alliance hopes that you will start a new era in this name and designate the 49th year of the Catastrophe as the first year of the New Era."

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

"Doctor, regarding the 'Dawn System' mentioned by former Commander Tredia, we have a preliminary plan on how to deal with it, and you need to decide..."

Su Ming'an's head was about to explode as he listened to what these people said to each other. Due to the loss of a large number of elites in the war, major departments lost their superiors or subordinates, and management was chaotic. There was no formal order for who reported first.

He only listened to the casualties of the war and learned that the death toll was in the tens of millions, so he decided to blame Lu.

"...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 morning. City lord, regarding the awards for the Beacon Army..." a general said.

"What about Sen? Where are the others?" Su Mingan frowned.

"The commander has gone to deal with the legion. Most of the soldiers are still on the front line and have not returned. The city lord..."

Su Mingan was very annoyed by the noisy voice: "Where is Noah?"

"The commander-in-chief is also in the legion..." Another general said, blocking Su Mingan's next sentence: "The commander-in-chief Kakelement is not in the city either..."

"Su Lin!" Su Ming'an shouted: "Where's Su Lin!"

The crowd fell silent instantly.

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

"Creak-" The window on the fourth floor was opened out of thin air, and a figure floated in the air and came in.

"Legion Commander." Several generals affiliated with the army saluted and said hello.

Su Lin said "Yeah": "You can leave now."

"But..." People were immediately anxious. If they left, who would they ask?

"Noah just came back, go find him." Su Lin glanced at a few people: "Don't force me to drive people away."

Su Lin's reputation for not beating his own people was very loud in the army. Several generals looked at each other and retreated one after another. Immediately afterwards, some political dignitaries and scholars who had no fighting ability turned around and left, for fear of being caught and beaten by Su Lin.

.

Su Lin landed indoors, leaving Xi standing in the corner.

"Aren't you leaving yet?" Su Lin said.

"I have to take care of Xiaoshuai, what if you are a traitor?" Xi said.

Su Lin shook her head and looked at Su Mingan: "Why didn't you call me when you ran out of energy?"

"I saw you on the rooftop, you were on the front line." Su Mingan said, "I can't call you in that situation."

"Oh." Su Lin stood next to him for a while without saying anything, looking like a wooden man.

"Su Ming'an, let me go out for a walk with you." Su Lin suddenly said: "It's rest time now."

Su Mingan took a look at his camp contribution of 24,500 points, just in time to change some props.

"Okay." Su Mingan covered his scarred arm and got out of bed.

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