"January 1, 49th year of the catastrophe, Fuyuan Festival. Heavy snow, humidity level 6. Residents are advised to avoid slipping and cold when traveling, stay away from water sources, and do not swim in winter."
"The soldiers and civilians on the front line are about to return. Please ask your family members to wait in the outer city. The casualties are still being counted."
"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-field technology of the God camp. Our future is bright..."
"Due to the cessation of the war, the Inquisition will reduce its current staff. At the same time, the City Guard is recruiting and screening new personnel. Those who are interested in applying should pay attention to the selection requirements of Taikal experts..."
Su Mingan woke up to the sound of the broadcast.
The live screens reported the latest situation, and the announcers expressed their admiration for Asa Akto. They said that he saved the world.
"We should know that on the last day of the 48th year of the catastrophe, a city lord who instinctively enjoyed warmth and good fortune fought against the gods' agents without fear of life and death, and stopped a nuclear explosion that could destroy all mankind, allowing the soldiers on the front line to successfully attack the last line of defense of the gods' camp..."
The announcer's voice spread throughout the city-state:
"We should express our sincere apologies to him. No one can surpass his achievements. History should remember this day. This is the day when the world is changed and everyone enters a new era. On this day, there are no more coveted gods in the sky, and there are no more agents on earth who control the lives of civilians..."
Outside the window, people could hear the sound of people walking on the snow and laughing. The ever-present smell of gunpowder had dissipated. There were no screams, no wails, no smell of burning bodies.
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 film-like red outside his eyelids, like the color of New Year.
He slowly opened his eyes, and his vision gradually became clearer. 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 take another look!"
"Xiao Shuai..."
The moment he opened his eyes, rumbling sounds rang out one after another, like a group of people beating gongs and drums in his ears. Some people stood up and called for a doctor, while others greeted him.
Su Mingan couldn't see any familiar figures for a moment. The faces of these people looked unfamiliar. They were the younger generations of the legion over the past ten years and he had not had much contact with them.
Xia Sheng, who was usually the first to report the battle situation, was not here. Noah, who discussed strategy with him, was not here. Luna, who cared about his physical condition, and Yamada Machi were not here. Cheng Luohe, Stacy, Lu, Yueyue, Che, Sen... were not here.
He couldn't see a familiar person.
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 their brains burned out, and they kept repeating "The war is over" with joyful expressions.
They were crowded in this room, with all kinds of bright medals glittering, as if they were holding a badge display conference, which hurt Su Mingan's eyes.
"Okay, who are you?" Su Ming'an pressed his temple. He looked at the time. It was 6:40 in the morning. Ming should have taken him from the high-rise building of the City of God back to the Doomsday City to rest.
"My name is Morritt Snow, the second chief researcher of bionic technology. It's an honor to meet you, City Lord." The young man answered excitedly, as if he had met his idol, and his voice was still very loud.
"Hmm..." Su Mingan said perfunctorily: "Be quiet."
The young man stopped talking instantly, and the people around him also fell silent. The people in this room were all elites, and it was impossible for people without status to approach him.
A doctor carrying a medical kit came to check on Su Mingan's recovery. After a moment, the doctor frowned.
"The main cause of the city lord's physical weakness is a lack of energy, coupled with various gunshot wounds, hidden injuries and frostbite." The doctor said: "Fortunately, the gunshot wounds avoided the key organs, but the burns are quite serious... and the neck injury. There may be sequelae in the future, such as difficulty breathing and swallowing..."
After hearing the doctor's words, the noisy people finally quieted down.
The only exposed arms of Su Mingan were covered with wounds. Frostbite and burns mixed together made the surface of the skin look extremely hideous, and it was hard to imagine what the rest of the skin looked like.
While the doctor was changing his dressing, Su Mingan looked out the window.
The cold wind blew in through the window, bringing with it people's laughter and the smell of bacon. Even in the daytime, some people were still setting off fireworks, which seemed to be the custom of the Fuyuan Festival.
He saw the bustling city. Even in the heavy snow, he could still see the red sun in the sky. The large gilded characters on the tall building signs shone brightly, and the millions of beautiful ribbons fluttered in the wind like colorful flags. Vehicles and pedestrians were passing by the city like a stream, and motorcycles were speeding by like eagles about to take off.
On the live broadcast screen in the distance, experts were explaining the development of the planting area, officials were talking endlessly about the future of mankind, and occasionally some recordings from the front line were transmitted, attracting people to stop.
In the center of the city, there is a statue being built. It is said that someone wants to build a new statue for Aktor as a symbol of victory in the Dawn War.
Akto's contribution in this battle was huge, and the final victory on the last night was decisive. If other generals had made such a great contribution, it would surely have aroused the jealousy of others. But Akto was already the highest-ranking city lord. This allowed people to support and praise him to their heart's content.
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