"January 1, 2019, Fuyuan Festival. The weather is heavy and the humidity is level 6. Residents are advised to pay attention to anti-slip and cold when traveling, pay attention to safety, stay away from water sources, and do not swim in winter."

"The front-line military and civilians are about to return. Please wait in the outer city. The casualties are still in the statistics, and every victim is a hero of the world."

"The control of the city of God has been taken away. Under the leadership of Asa Akto, human beings have 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 technology in the three fields of the Gods. Our future is bright..."

"As the war ceases, the trial office will cut down on staff. At the same time, the city guard is recruiting new personnel to screen. Interested applicants please pay attention to the selection requirements of Tykar experts..."

Su Mingan woke up amid the broadcast.

The TV station and various live broadcast screens reported the latest situation. The broadcaster's tone was mixed with uncontrollable joy, and his words were even more generous with respect for Asa Aktor. 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 blessings, fought against the gods' walkers without fear of life and death, and stopped a nuclear explosion that was enough to destroy all mankind, allowing the soldiers on the front line to successfully attack the last line of defense of the gods' camp..."

The voice of the broadcaster spread throughout the city:

"We should express our sincere apology to him. No one can surpass his achievements or vilify his beautiful reputation. History should remember this day. This is the day when the world changes the world 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 the earth that control the lives of civilians..."

Outside the window, people's snow steps and laughter came the sound of people stepping on the snow, and the smell of gunpowder that always existed dissipated. There was no scream, no wail, 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 thin film-like red outside his eyelids, like the color of the New Year.

He slowly opened his eyes, his vision clearer little by little, and saw at least twenty people waiting in front of his bed, most of whom were wearing military uniforms and covered in dust.

"The city lord is awake!"

"The Lord is awake!"

"Call the doctor over and have a look!"

"Little handsome..."

The moment he opened his eyes, the rumbling sounds exploded one after another, like a group of people beating drums and drums in his ears. Some people stood up and called doctors, while others greeted him.

Su Mingan could not see any familiar figures for a moment. The faces of these people were a little unfamiliar. They were juniors of the Legion for more than ten years and had not had much contact with him.

Xia Cheng, who was the first to report on the battle situation, was not there, Noah, who discussed strategy with him, was not there, Luna, who would care about his physical condition, Yamada-cho, Yi, Cheng Luohe, Staxi, Lu, Yueyue, Che, Sen... were not there.

He couldn't see a familiar person.

A young man helped him sit up, his voice loudly: "City Lord, the war is over! The war is over!

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This group of always calm elites seemed to have burned their brains and kept repeating "The war is over", with joy.

They squeezed into this room, and all kinds of dazzling medals were shining, as if they were holding badge display conferences here, which made Su Ming'an's eyes hurt.

"Okay, who are you?" Su Mingan pressed his temple. He looked at the time. It was six:40 in the morning. It should be Ming who brought him, who was unconscious from the tall building of the Gods City back to Doomsday City to rest overnight.

"My name is Molit Snow, a researcher of the second general ranking of Bionic Technology. It is honored to meet you, the city lord." The young man replied excitedly, as if he had met his idol, his voice was still very loud.

"Yeah..." Su Mingan perfunctorily: "Be quiet."

The young man stopped talking in an instant, and the people around him immediately became quiet. The room was full of elites, and it was impossible for people without status to approach him.

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

"The city lord mainly suffers from physical debilitation caused by insufficient energy, coupled with various gunshot wounds and frostbite." The doctor said: "Fortunately, the gunshot wounds avoid key organs, but the burns are a little serious... and neck injuries. There may be sequelae in the future, such as difficulty breathing and difficulty swallowing..."

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

Su Mingan's only exposed arms were covered with injuries. Frostbite and burns were mixed together, making the skin on the surface look extremely ferocious, and it is hard to imagine what other places would look like.

"..." When the doctor changed his dressings, Su Mingan looked out the window.

The cold wind floats in along the window, carrying people's laughter and smell of bacon. Even during the day, there are still people setting off fireworks, which seems to be the custom of the Blessing Festival.

He saw the extremely lively city-state. Even though the snow was heavy, he could still see the red sun in the sky. The gilded characters on the signs of the high-rise buildings were shining, and tens of millions of beautiful nets seemed to be colorful flags fluttering in the wind. In the city, vehicles were shuttled, pedestrians were flowing, and motorcycles were passing by lightning, like eagles about to soar.

There are experts explaining the development of the planting area in the distance, and officials are talking endlessly to look forward to the future of mankind. Occasionally, some front-line screen recordings are transmitted, attracting people to stay.

In the middle of the city, there is a statue that is being built. It is said that someone wants to create a brand new statue for Aktor as a symbol of victory in the Battle of Dawn.

Akto made too much contribution in this battle, and it was a final decision on the last night. If other generals made such a great contribution, it would definitely arouse jealousy from others. But Akto was already the highest-ranking city lord. This allowed people to support him and praise him to the fullest without worrying about their status being threatened.

Su Ming'an is located in the core building of the inner city, also known as the politician building, and is not allowed to enter unless important military and political personnel. But just as he looked away, countless vehicles approached here. The vehicles below were lined up in a long queue, and just looking at the number made people feel numb.

The end of a war does not mean the end of everything, there is more to deal with.

Post-war commendation, division of interests, casualty pension, alliances, prisoners of war handling... these are all problems.

As soon as the war ended, all kinds of experts, scholars, generals, broadcasters, journalists, even historians, writers, artists... all wanted to contact him. There were alliances from major free camps, surrendered gods, freedom alliances, courtrooms, holy rulings, various mercenaries, small and medium gathering places... they all needed to communicate with him.

Su Mingan felt a headache when the doctor changed his dressings.

There are too many people in this room, and people are still coming. The look they looked at him, Su Mingan was very familiar with it, it was the look of looking at the hero.

The crowd was quiet for a while, and then started to make noise again. Su Mingan just fell into a coma for one night, and various important problems followed one after another.

"City Lord, about the technology collection and distribution of the City of Gods, Yaoguang Anita wants to discuss with you..."

"City Lord, regarding the pensions of casualties and the rewards of meritorious soldiers..."

"Lord Luves, the time for victory in the war is exactly the first day of the Fuyuan Festival. The Free Alliance hopes that you will open a new era in the name of this and set the 49th year of the Calamity as a new year."

"City Lord, Hope City and Antofa City hope to negotiate with you about the issue of post-war profit distribution..."

"Dr. Regarding the 'Dawn System' mentioned by former Commander Tretia, we have a preliminary plan for how it deals with it, and you need to decide..."

Su Mingan's mind was about to explode when he heard this group of people. Due to the loss of a large number of elite troops in the war, major departments lost their superiors or subordinates, and the management was chaotic. There was no formal order for whoever reported first.

He only heard about the casualties in the war and learned that the death toll was as high as tens of millions, so he decided to push the problem to the road.

"...Go and ask the deputy city lord! He handled it with all his powers for me!" Su Mingan said.

"The deputy city lord went to the City of God in the early morning. City lord, about the rewards of the beacon army..." an admiral spoke.

"What about Sen? Where is others?" Su Mingan frowned.

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

Su Mingan was so annoyed by the noisy sound: "Where is Noah?"

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

"Su Lin!" Su Mingan said loudly: "Where is Su Lin!"

The crowd instantly quieted down.

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

"Crazy" The window on the 4th floor was opened out of thin air, and a figure floated in the air and shook in.

"Legislative Commander." Several generals of the army bowed and greeted each other.

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

"But..." The people were anxious in an instant. If they left, who would they ask?

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

Su Lin's reputation for beating his own people is very loud in the army. Several generals looked at each other and retreated one after another. Immediately afterwards, some politicians and scholars who were incompetent turned around and left, fearing that Su Lin would be grabbed and beaten.

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

"You are not leaving yet?" Su Lin said.

"I want 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 if you didn't have energy at that time?"

"I saw you on the rooftop, you are on the front line." Su Mingan said: "You can't be called in that situation."

"Oh." Su Lin stood beside him for a while, without saying a word, and she looked like a wooden man.

"Su Ming'an, I'll go out for a walk with you." Su Lin suddenly said: "It's time to rest."

Su Mingan looked at his 24,500-point camp contribution value, and he could just change some props.

"Okay." Su Mingan covered his scarred arms and turned over 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 looked from afar, greeted him and took photos.

"City Lord! Happy Blessing Festival!" A general's little daughter leaned against the car window and waved to him, her tender face full of smiles. Her general's father smiled, revealing her body with a broken arm.

Su Mingan nodded to them, truck after truck passed by him, and each return soldier saluted him, most of them were covered in snow-white bandages, and they were covered in dust.

"Happy Blessing Day, Lord!"

"Master, I wish you good health!"

All kinds of blessings floated by the ears like the wind, and the colorful meridians sounded. The whole city was sleeping in the vast snow, reflecting with the red sun that never set in the sky, mixing into a red and white oil painting.

Without continuous artillery fire and without drones peeking in the sky, peace is more valuable than anything.

Su Mingan walked slowly on the streets of the well-prepared inner city and did not enter the bustling outer city, otherwise the enthusiastic residents might have submerged him.

He squinted his eyes and felt extremely relaxed. The fatigue of these fourteen days suddenly came to fruition, and he was only one step away from success. He stretched out his hand and opened the system interface. His territory panel would show the battle loss ratio and resource loss.

However, the moment he reached out, with a "bang", Su Lin's hand firmly clamped his wrist.

"...what do you want to see?" Su Lin stared at him tightly, and there was a hint of urgency in his eyes.
To be continued...