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No. "I want to see a happy look on your face."

Su Mingan was slightly startled: "Huh?"

"Today is December 30, 48 Years of Catastrophe, and tomorrow is the 'Fuyuan Festival' here, which lasts for more than half a month." Xi said, "People will set off fireworks and give away luosi. The red luozi represents victory." Yellow represents peace and prosperity. 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."

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

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

"I'm looking forward to that scene, my popular Lord City Lord." Xi stared at him: "I wish you all the best and peace."

"...Okay." Su Mingan said, "Happy Blessings Day."

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 the number of passing vehicles gradually increased. The rear mirrors were all hung with fluttering strips, like suspended rainbows.

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 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.

"Stab-" The on-board news is still broadcasting:

[The war frontline will be broadcast next. We will connect with Su Lin, the commander of the "Dawn Army" of the vanguard army - Didi... Commander of the army, commander of the Su Lin army, can you hear me? Can you describe to us what it was like on the front lines of the war? 】

Su Mingan perked up.

"Stab-" A strong electric sound came from the radio, 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 decades later are this bunch of losers--"

"Click" The 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 bought us a full fourteen hours of buffer time. 】

[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 closed his eyes slightly.

"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 at the figure outside the window nervously, Lin Guang seemed to be getting closer and closer to him...

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

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

AI Yeya's calm voice sounded: [Doctor, I have not detected any trace 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 Hunt in his hand hanging slightly.

Where his palm pressed against his heart, there was a lingering pain like moisture. He was very familiar with this feeling, and every time he whispered, he almost fainted.

[Doctor, it’s time for you to rest. Your mental state has been irreparably damaged. 】AI Yeya reminded.

Next to him, Xi looked at him with worry. Xia Sheng, who was 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. He originally made some medicine in the laboratory. Now is the final battle, and he cannot let his mental condition 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 color of his vision became 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 were vaguely visible, like giants standing tall under the bloody sun, firmly supporting a safe zone. Cars were coming and going at the door, and the outer shells of the vehicles were stained with blood and loaded with Originium stones that had been exchanged for their lives.

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

"Yeah." Su Mingan said.

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

"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 headed towards the city gate. There was a short dirt slope there. The trucks stopped and people collected the source stones and picked up the injured soldiers.

Xia Sheng thought for a moment and suddenly saw an eagle flying across the sky. Brilliant and brave.

Xia Sheng's eyes lit up.

"Let's call this guard force - [Eagle Dogs]. I am the first veteran of the Eagle Dogs."

Su Mingan was slightly startled.

Xia Sheng 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."

"Can."

Xia Sheng closed his eyes and pondered for a second:

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

Just call them Dongxu and Xudong, which 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 Sheng 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 Catastrophe 72, and they happened to be... 23 years old. consistent with the data.

Xia Sheng smiled casually.

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

Then, he suddenly turned around with the gun in hand and walked towards the outside of the city, keeping his body straight.

Integrity, calmness, and soldier-like perseverance are the symbols engraved on Xia Sheng. Sacrifice for mankind and fight 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 Sheng laughed, facing the gradually drooping sunset, and left without looking back.

The bloody sunlight filled his shoulders, and behind him, the bright red cloak fluttered in the wind, still as red as flowing flames.

Su Mingan knew where Xia Sheng was going.

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

"boom!"

Su Mingan closed his eyes and walked towards the Doomsday City Strategic Command.

…

[Xia Sheng (10 years after the disaster - 48 years after the disaster)]

…

At his desk, Su Mingan opened his personal terminal.

Xia Sheng came back from the dead not because of a miracle, but because he was transformed by the god's camp and had a chip implanted forcibly in an attempt to transform him into a spy.

At that time, Su Mingan could tell at a glance that something was wrong with Xia Sheng. Logically speaking, Xia Sheng could not beat Edward. However, before he could point this out, Xia Sheng took the initiative to settle the matter and committed suicide outside the city on his way home.

Revolutionaries died heroically, and Xia Sheng was a hero.

Everyone who sacrifices for this era is a hero.

He closed his personal terminal and prepared to go to the front line.

"City Lord."

Sen stood at the door.

Su Mingan saw the bloody cloak flapping behind Sen.

"I would like to apply to you to establish a new organization after the war to complement [Eagle Dog]. If [Eagle Dog] is responsible for order in the core area of ​​the city-state, the new organization will be responsible for order in the periphery of the city-state." Sen said: "If you don't Objection, after the war is over, I will make preparations for its establishment as soon as possible."

"The name of the organization?"

"[War Group]." Sen Kelstia said.

Su Mingan raised his eyes.

At this moment, he seemed to see two broken historical timelines, connected with a "click".

As if he heard the "ticking" of a clock, he opened his lips slightly and said:

"approve."

In his field of vision, under the bloody sunset, Sen's bright cloak was like a scorching flame.

[Eagle Dog] and [Battle Group]... turned out to be internal and external partners who worked together to protect the city-state.

In Su Ming'an's hand was the black letter Xia Sheng finally pushed to him.

A few small words, but they symbolize a person's life.

…

[City Lord, I have to leave before I lose control. 】

[If you can, please take care of my junior Cheng Luohe for me. He is a very powerful sniper. 】

[For me... see my adopted children, Dongxu and Xudong grow up. 】

【Your life should be longer than theirs and richer than all others. 】

【I have saved 3 people like you in my life. Sixteen years ago, I first met you in the underground passage, and you saved me. Even if you are not Akto during the cataclysm of the century, to me, you are still a person who brings miracles. You gave mankind a sky of its own. 】

[I noticed that you seem very dissatisfied with yourself. But please don’t belittle yourself. You are greater than Asa Akto to me, and you are more noble to Yaowen and the others. Your faith is the treasure of mankind, and your will is the beacon for mankind to move forward. I would like to recognize you as a beacon of light for the liberal camp. 】

【You are unique. 】

[It has nothing to do with "city lord", nothing to do with "doctor", nothing to do with "Asa Akto". 】

[Perhaps you will go to many places and see many people in the future, but please don’t forget the journey you have taken... There is a group of people who huddle together to keep warm in the cold winter, light beacon fires in the long night, and watch before dawn Forge ahead in the dark night. 】

[——If you were there, I think it would be possible, and those people would definitely be able to see tomorrow. 】

[If there were you, no more people would die at dusk before dawn like me. They will have a brighter future. 】

【With you, all miracles will happen. 】

[I want to see the happy look on your face, and the happy look on more people’s faces. I wish there would be no more gunfire in children's dreams. 】

【In that case, I would be willing to end my life here. 】

[If you can remember us and extend this feeling to the next century. 】

【……】

[——Then I will sincerely wish you a tomb of memory with flowers blooming everywhere. 】

…

[Xia Sheng wrote his last work at 4:23 pm on December 30, 48th year of the Cataclysm. 】

…

Su Mingan lowered his eyes.

Xia Sheng, like Luna, was still paying attention to his mentality in the last moments of his life.

They told him that even if everyone died around him, he would go on.

The letter was mixed with a white zipper sent by Xia Sheng, and he fastened it on his wrist.

"Crash..."

In the empty room, the strings and bells made a sound like the dancing snow.

He coughed suddenly, and a pool of dazzling blood appeared on the table.

At this moment, his body was extremely cold, and his condition gradually deteriorated due to blood loss.

"Where are you……"

He swallowed the words halfway out of his mouth.

Today is New Year's Eve.

Casual players are decorating their homes to celebrate the New Year.