Su Mingan was slightly stunned: "Hmm?"

"Today is December 30, 2018, and tomorrow is our "Fuyuan Festival" for more than half a month." Xi said: "People will set off fireworks, hang red cloths, and give gifts to the luozi. The red luozi represents the victory of the flag. Yellow represents peace and smoothness. Green is given to the young by the elderly, representing high expectations. White is the blessing of the deceased to others."

Su Mingan spread his collars and looked very beautiful in Xi.

Xi hung Luozi on his belt: "When I received Luozi, you should hang it on your waist. If the person who sent Luozi died, you should hang Luozi on your wrist until the next blessing festival."

"When I go back, wouldn't I have to hang hundreds of threads on my waist?"

"I am looking forward to that scene, the popular city lord." Xi stared at him: "I wish you all the best and peace. I hope you will live more than the victory of the war."

"...Okay." Su Ming'an said: "Happy Blessing Day."

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

Trucks were speeding in the sand, and the number of passing vehicles gradually increased. The mirrors of the rear car were floating in the floating mesh, like hovering rainbows.

Various decorations representing festivals are hung under the eaves. Colorful webs are hung beside people’s belts, and some even have silver bells and medicine sacks, and when they walk, they ring.

Along the way, Su Mingan saw countless couples embracing each other, or couples walking hand in hand.

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

The war has been carried out throughout the world, with the death toll of millions every day. If human civilization ends in 48 years of disaster, I wonder what kind of new century will be in the future to replace this barren land.

Compared with the lifespan of this land, the dazzling history of human beings is too short and small.

"Still-" Car news is still broadcasting:

[The war front will be broadcasted below. We will join forces with the commander of the "Daoming Army" of the Pioneer Legion - Didi... The commander of the Legion, the commander of the Su Lin Legion, can you hear it? Can you describe the situation on the war front for us?]

Su Mingan was excited.

"Spit—" A very strong electric current sound came from the radio. After a moment, a cold voice came out, and it was Su Lin:

"Also do live broadcasts? The leader of Doomsday City has a problem with his mind? Actor's life and death are unknown, and you are still in the mood to do this. I think those who defect to him in a few decades will be yours--"

The broadcast of "Kada" was interrupted in time, and the broadcaster's awkward voice came out: [Ah, it seems that the commander of the Legion doesn't want to accept an interview... Uh, let's insert a latest news.]

[Asar Akto, the supreme leader of the Freedom Clan and the lord of the Doomsday City, has entered the negotiations of the City of Gods. He has won us a full fourteen hours of buffering time. The next nuclear explosion will not break out. Please rest assured.]

[Perhaps we should reflect on whether there is any difference between the creature and human beings. This famous city lord has helped us to the current situation of direct struggle with the gods. Should we think about whether this land belongs only to a race called ‘human’…]

Su Mingan closed his eyes slightly.

"Xiaoshuai, people now know that you delayed the nuclear explosion time 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. We may really win."

"...Hmm." Su Mingan's face looked ugly, and his hypoxia and blood loss were affecting him.

He coughed and looked at the scenery outside the window.

Suddenly, a white shadow passed by the window, and his scalp suddenly became numb, and a strong panic suppressed his brain.

"—Lin Guang is outside the car!" He quickly pulled up the car door and raised the gun of the hunting gun of glory in his hand.

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

Su Mingan stared at the figure outside the window nervously. Lin Guang was wearing a white robe today, as if he was getting closer and closer to him...

He held the gun handle tightly, his five fingers 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 did not detect the trace of life. You should have read it wrong.]

Su Mingan was slightly stunned.

“…wrongly read it?”

He leaned against the window glass, and the hunt for glory in his hand fell slightly.

The palm of his hand pressed against the position of his heart, and there was a lingering pain like moisture. He was very familiar with this feeling. Whenever he lowered his sanity, he almost fainted.

[Doctor, it’s time for you to rest, your mental state has irreparable damage.] AI Yaya reminds.

Next to him, Xi looked at him with a worried look on his face. Xia Cheng in the front row also turned around.

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

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

The more you use this [Type II Spiritual Capsule] in a short period of time, the better the treatment effect. As for adverse reactions, such as nausea, vomiting, headache and emotional sluggishness, they are all symptoms that can be overcome.

Ten minutes later, Su Mingan clearly felt that the tone of his vision became brighter.

In my ears, the sound of Xi muttering came constantly, and her voice had a silky texture.

"Xiaoshuai, I wish you peace and joy." Xi held his cold hand tightly: "I wish you peace and joy..."

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

Perhaps in the catastrophe period of the century more than 40 years ago, Aktor was also desperate for life and often turned himself to death.

"I'm fine." Su Ming'an's voice became even hoarse.

"..." Xi didn't say anything.

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

Cars coming and going at the door, and the shells of vehicles are stained with blood and filled with source stones exchanged for their lives.

"City Lord, we are almost here." Xia Cheng turned around and said to Su Mingan.

"Yeah." Su Mingan said.

Xia Cheng turned his head: "Sen, I will leave my work to you in the future, so I'll bother you."

"We don't need to say anything to bother. At the gathering place of the beacon, you were my most trusted deputy." Sen held the steering wheel and smiled, his dark eyebrows slightly raised, and his old face was filled with a smile without any impurities: "When the war is over, the veterans you have been carrying for the past sixteen years are about to be discharged. How do you want to arrange them?"

Xia Cheng said: "I think that in the future, the city-state should need a group of guards to maintain order."

"It's good," said Sen. "They're very suitable to be a guard. What's the name of the guard?"

The truck began to slow down and headed towards the city gate. There was a small slope of earth, and the truck stopped. People gathered the source stones and took away the injured soldiers.

Xia Cheng thought for a moment and suddenly saw a goshawk passing by the sky.

So handsome and brave.

Xia Cheng's eyes lit up.

"This guard is called "Haogun". I am the first veteran of Hawkun."

Su Mingan was slightly stunned.

Xia Cheng turned his head and looked at Su Mingan.

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

"Yes." Su Mingan said.

Xia Cheng closed his eyes and pondered for a second:

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

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

Su Mingan was slightly stunned.

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

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

This year is the end of the 48th year of the Calamity, and Dongxu and Xudong were just born.

The laboratory was in the 72nd year of disaster, and they happened to be...23 years old. It is consistent with the data.

Xia Cheng smiled casually.

He stuffed a black letter paper into Su Mingan's palm.

Then, he took the gun and turned around and walked out of the city. His body was always straight, walking in a straight line every step.

Integrity, calmness, and military resoluteness are engraved with symbols on Xia Cheng. Sacrifice for mankind and fighting against gods have almost become the theme engraved in his bones.

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

"I'll go...go home."

Xia Cheng laughed and left without looking back at the drooping sunset.

Bloody sunlight spread over his shoulders, and behind him, a bright red cloak rose with the wind, still as red as flowing flames.

Su Mingan knew where Xia Cheng was going.

Su Mingan turned around and walked towards the city. After counting a hundred numbers, he heard a gunshot, brief and high, like the last scream of a goshawk.

"Bang!"

Su Ming closed his eyes and walked towards the Doomsday City Strategy Command.

...

【Xia Cheng (10 years of disaster - 48 years of disaster)】
To be continued...