The Holy Shield system is about to be restored. With the Parliament Building announcing the specific time for the Holy Shield to be launched, the streets and alleys of the Sixth Block have been decorated with lights and a festive atmosphere everywhere.
For the survivors of Shanghai, the Holy Shield is not just a shield that separates them from this wasteland, but also a flag.
Especially for those who have lived here and witnessed that prosperous and great prosperity, the Holy Shield is particularly sacred in their minds.
Repair the Holy Shield.
There is a possibility of restoring order.
As the fourth Garden of Eden was just completed, Star Ring Trade lowered the price of agricultural products for the second time in a year, and the purchasing power of the credit point continued to strengthen, and the prices of goods from major shops were also reduced. The smiles on the faces of survivors living in the Sixth Block were also enriched.
Based on the perspective of enriching the spiritual and cultural construction of the wasteland people, the Parliament Building, which has a lot of funds to the point of use, simply took advantage of this great opportunity to announce the day when the Holy Shield was launched as Holy Shield Day, and stipulated that the Parliament would come forward at this time of year to hold a large-scale celebration.
To add icing to the cake of the celebration, the North American colonies had just sent more than a dozen tonnes of newly produced crab paste to the Sixth Block, as well as a colonial poster.
According to sailors returning from North America, in the wasteland of North America, a few boxes of canned meat that are no longer rare in the Sixth Block can be exchanged for a blonde foreign girl, and a pack of cigarettes can buy the girl's first night...
Although it has exaggerated elements, it has to be said that the more primitive the desire, the more it can arouse people's pioneering and enterprising subjective initiative.
On the day when the crab white sauce was sold in the Sixth Block, a long line was lined up at the entrance of the colonists' registration site.
Any citizen of any rank who holds a NAC military government's household registration can register as a glorious colonist at the colonist registration point.
The military government promised to arrange work for the colonists to reimburse the colonists' shipment fees, and promised to subsidize 50-100 credit points per month according to the colonists' citizenship level for five years.
At the port of Shanghai, elevators are lifting containers onto freighters.
The sailors on the deck smoke listlessly, as they were about to set sail, and were doomed to miss a grand celebration.
Don't wait for the celebration to end before leaving?It is said that the ‘Arrogant Girl’ will sing on stage, and if I remember correctly, the band’s lead singer is your goddess.
No.Dragging his suitcase, Han Yue shook his head and looked towards the port. A hint of fascination appeared in his eyes. When I make a name for myself, I will go to find her.
Without any advice, Song Zhongwei sighed, stretched out his hand and patted his good buddy's shoulder twice, and said in an encouraging tone, it is good to have dreams, the world has become like this, and it should be a little dream.
Fate is so wonderful that the two did not know each other before the end of the world came.
Song Zhongwei is a third-rate singer who plays music, while Han Yue is a bank security guard. The two people's living circles are parallel to each other. If they had not lie in two adjacent dormant warehouses, they would hardly know each other's names.
When they woke up from a shelter and were told by NAC soldiers wearing exoskeletons that it was the 20th year of the end of the world, they spent a full year adapting to the new order of the world and trying to accept the devastated city in front of them.
It was then that the two became friends.
What about your dream?
Lying into the dormant compartment and sleeping.Song Zhongwei rolled his eyes and woke up two hundred years later and became a nostalgic singer.
It must be a retro genre, haha.
They punched each other in the chest with a smile, and the two looked at each other.
Song Zhongwei grinned and said seriously at Han Yue.
Be careful, I have heard that the situation there is much more complicated than here.In addition to sub-crystals and ocean horses, there are also mutants and cannibal tribes.
Risk and opportunity coexist, and I will let myself survive.Trying to make his tone sound lighter, Han Yue paused for a moment, looked at the freighter that started to whistle, and suddenly smiled and sent me here.
You boy.He kicked him in the ass, and Song Zhongwei's tone was a little sighing, "It's time to drive the boat, get out quickly."Don't forget, you still owe me a meal.
Haha, I owe you a lot!
Haha, Han Yue patted his butt and walked towards the freighter with his suitcase.
……
The whistle sounded three times, saying goodbye to the people on the shore.
Leaving the port of Shanghai, NAC's cargo ship was escorted by two warships and headed north along the edge of Eurasia.
Through the Bering Strait where the cold current is retrograde, bypassing the golden waterway outside Alaska, and heading south along the North American continent, finally reaching the port established by the NAC in California...
After a short half month of sailing, Han Yue, who was standing on the deck, finally saw the long-lost coastline.
This is the legendary North America.
He had been here before the war as a tourist.
However, at this moment, standing here looking at the distance at Los Angeles City, there is no trace of the scene that was once upon a time.
Most of the Hollywood Hills were peeled off, and the villas that once stood there were now only bare earthblocks.
Just as Han Yue tried hard to recall the city's original voice and smile, a thick voice came from behind.
As the other colonists on the deck turned around, they saw the unshaven captain who had only seen once on board.
We arrived, and California was ahead, which used to be called Los Angeles, but now it is no different.
This place is different from the Sixth Block. The gun that leaves the NAC is the barbarian land. There is no order here. Even if it is a settlement for survivors, I hope that your guns will be consistent with the outside world after getting off the ship.It's like Shanghai a few years ago. Survivors are more dangerous than Dead Claws. Instead of being caught by mutants, it's better to give yourself a bullet in the brain, but I think this nonsense is fucking fart for most of you.
Standing on the deck, the captain hummed his nose, took out a poor cigar from his pocket and lit it, spit out a muddy smoke ring, and looked at the vaguely visible port. I admit that there are opportunities here, and a box of canned meat can be exchanged for what you want, but I advise you to be more careful. Before enjoying life, you must first try your best to save your life.
The whistle sounded three times and leaned towards the port.
The freighter is getting closer and closer to the port.
At this moment, the captain standing on the deck smoking suddenly noticed something was wrong from the harbor.
The port is so quiet!
If it were usual, every time he brought goods from the Sixth Block, it would make the colonial people happy for a while.
Especially those pine nuts, some alcoholics who are addicted to alcohol can even sleep on the harbor wrapped in quilts and sleep all night. In order to grab everyone, they use a small crystal or other shiny good things to exchange for two bottles of the rest of the kitchen or warehouse from the sailors.
Anyone with alcohol has good sales in the colony.
However, not to mention the drunkard wrapped in quilts, even the workers at the port are gone.
etc.The unshaven captain frowned slightly, took out the telescope from his pocket, aimed at the direction of the port, his brows tightly locked together, his cracked mouth opened and closed slightly, and he murmured in a low voice, something was wrong in front of him...
Did not notice anything unnatural, Han Yue stood on the deck and felt a hint of chilling into his collar along the north wind.
After a chill, he wrapped his collar and poked his hand into the purse of the windbreaker. He touched a pendant and couldn't help but feel a little warmth in his heart.
The pendant was bought by him at a small vendor selling souvenirs at a concert, and it was before the war.
He didn't expect that the world had changed, the rules had changed, everything had changed, but she was the one who had not changed.
Compared to Song Zhongwei who lost everything, he felt that he was lucky after all.
The arrogant girl is still holding a concert, although she has changed the drummer and the stage...
Looking at the quiet harbor, at this moment, he suddenly remembered that he should bring two more cold-proof clothes for this trip.
This is a colony.
There is no holy shield for him to shelter him from the wind and rain...
For the survivors of Shanghai, the Holy Shield is not just a shield that separates them from this wasteland, but also a flag.
Especially for those who have lived here and witnessed that prosperous and great prosperity, the Holy Shield is particularly sacred in their minds.
Repair the Holy Shield.
There is a possibility of restoring order.
As the fourth Garden of Eden was just completed, Star Ring Trade lowered the price of agricultural products for the second time in a year, and the purchasing power of the credit point continued to strengthen, and the prices of goods from major shops were also reduced. The smiles on the faces of survivors living in the Sixth Block were also enriched.
Based on the perspective of enriching the spiritual and cultural construction of the wasteland people, the Parliament Building, which has a lot of funds to the point of use, simply took advantage of this great opportunity to announce the day when the Holy Shield was launched as Holy Shield Day, and stipulated that the Parliament would come forward at this time of year to hold a large-scale celebration.
To add icing to the cake of the celebration, the North American colonies had just sent more than a dozen tonnes of newly produced crab paste to the Sixth Block, as well as a colonial poster.
According to sailors returning from North America, in the wasteland of North America, a few boxes of canned meat that are no longer rare in the Sixth Block can be exchanged for a blonde foreign girl, and a pack of cigarettes can buy the girl's first night...
Although it has exaggerated elements, it has to be said that the more primitive the desire, the more it can arouse people's pioneering and enterprising subjective initiative.
On the day when the crab white sauce was sold in the Sixth Block, a long line was lined up at the entrance of the colonists' registration site.
Any citizen of any rank who holds a NAC military government's household registration can register as a glorious colonist at the colonist registration point.
The military government promised to arrange work for the colonists to reimburse the colonists' shipment fees, and promised to subsidize 50-100 credit points per month according to the colonists' citizenship level for five years.
At the port of Shanghai, elevators are lifting containers onto freighters.
The sailors on the deck smoke listlessly, as they were about to set sail, and were doomed to miss a grand celebration.
Don't wait for the celebration to end before leaving?It is said that the ‘Arrogant Girl’ will sing on stage, and if I remember correctly, the band’s lead singer is your goddess.
No.Dragging his suitcase, Han Yue shook his head and looked towards the port. A hint of fascination appeared in his eyes. When I make a name for myself, I will go to find her.
Without any advice, Song Zhongwei sighed, stretched out his hand and patted his good buddy's shoulder twice, and said in an encouraging tone, it is good to have dreams, the world has become like this, and it should be a little dream.
Fate is so wonderful that the two did not know each other before the end of the world came.
Song Zhongwei is a third-rate singer who plays music, while Han Yue is a bank security guard. The two people's living circles are parallel to each other. If they had not lie in two adjacent dormant warehouses, they would hardly know each other's names.
When they woke up from a shelter and were told by NAC soldiers wearing exoskeletons that it was the 20th year of the end of the world, they spent a full year adapting to the new order of the world and trying to accept the devastated city in front of them.
It was then that the two became friends.
What about your dream?
Lying into the dormant compartment and sleeping.Song Zhongwei rolled his eyes and woke up two hundred years later and became a nostalgic singer.
It must be a retro genre, haha.
They punched each other in the chest with a smile, and the two looked at each other.
Song Zhongwei grinned and said seriously at Han Yue.
Be careful, I have heard that the situation there is much more complicated than here.In addition to sub-crystals and ocean horses, there are also mutants and cannibal tribes.
Risk and opportunity coexist, and I will let myself survive.Trying to make his tone sound lighter, Han Yue paused for a moment, looked at the freighter that started to whistle, and suddenly smiled and sent me here.
You boy.He kicked him in the ass, and Song Zhongwei's tone was a little sighing, "It's time to drive the boat, get out quickly."Don't forget, you still owe me a meal.
Haha, I owe you a lot!
Haha, Han Yue patted his butt and walked towards the freighter with his suitcase.
……
The whistle sounded three times, saying goodbye to the people on the shore.
Leaving the port of Shanghai, NAC's cargo ship was escorted by two warships and headed north along the edge of Eurasia.
Through the Bering Strait where the cold current is retrograde, bypassing the golden waterway outside Alaska, and heading south along the North American continent, finally reaching the port established by the NAC in California...
After a short half month of sailing, Han Yue, who was standing on the deck, finally saw the long-lost coastline.
This is the legendary North America.
He had been here before the war as a tourist.
However, at this moment, standing here looking at the distance at Los Angeles City, there is no trace of the scene that was once upon a time.
Most of the Hollywood Hills were peeled off, and the villas that once stood there were now only bare earthblocks.
Just as Han Yue tried hard to recall the city's original voice and smile, a thick voice came from behind.
As the other colonists on the deck turned around, they saw the unshaven captain who had only seen once on board.
We arrived, and California was ahead, which used to be called Los Angeles, but now it is no different.
This place is different from the Sixth Block. The gun that leaves the NAC is the barbarian land. There is no order here. Even if it is a settlement for survivors, I hope that your guns will be consistent with the outside world after getting off the ship.It's like Shanghai a few years ago. Survivors are more dangerous than Dead Claws. Instead of being caught by mutants, it's better to give yourself a bullet in the brain, but I think this nonsense is fucking fart for most of you.
Standing on the deck, the captain hummed his nose, took out a poor cigar from his pocket and lit it, spit out a muddy smoke ring, and looked at the vaguely visible port. I admit that there are opportunities here, and a box of canned meat can be exchanged for what you want, but I advise you to be more careful. Before enjoying life, you must first try your best to save your life.
The whistle sounded three times and leaned towards the port.
The freighter is getting closer and closer to the port.
At this moment, the captain standing on the deck smoking suddenly noticed something was wrong from the harbor.
The port is so quiet!
If it were usual, every time he brought goods from the Sixth Block, it would make the colonial people happy for a while.
Especially those pine nuts, some alcoholics who are addicted to alcohol can even sleep on the harbor wrapped in quilts and sleep all night. In order to grab everyone, they use a small crystal or other shiny good things to exchange for two bottles of the rest of the kitchen or warehouse from the sailors.
Anyone with alcohol has good sales in the colony.
However, not to mention the drunkard wrapped in quilts, even the workers at the port are gone.
etc.The unshaven captain frowned slightly, took out the telescope from his pocket, aimed at the direction of the port, his brows tightly locked together, his cracked mouth opened and closed slightly, and he murmured in a low voice, something was wrong in front of him...
Did not notice anything unnatural, Han Yue stood on the deck and felt a hint of chilling into his collar along the north wind.
After a chill, he wrapped his collar and poked his hand into the purse of the windbreaker. He touched a pendant and couldn't help but feel a little warmth in his heart.
The pendant was bought by him at a small vendor selling souvenirs at a concert, and it was before the war.
He didn't expect that the world had changed, the rules had changed, everything had changed, but she was the one who had not changed.
Compared to Song Zhongwei who lost everything, he felt that he was lucky after all.
The arrogant girl is still holding a concert, although she has changed the drummer and the stage...
Looking at the quiet harbor, at this moment, he suddenly remembered that he should bring two more cold-proof clothes for this trip.
This is a colony.
There is no holy shield for him to shelter him from the wind and rain...
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