The New Year's Day celebration is quite lively.
Eden Garden 2 is almost completed. The crops produced by the two CNC planting towers in Eden Garden, combined with the nutritional mixture, are enough to meet the food needs of hundreds of thousands of people. Living supplies are becoming increasingly abundant, and the happiness index of survivors is increasing day by day, which can be intuitively reflected in the scale of festival celebrations.
On the stage, a female singer who had recently awakened from a dormant cabin sang a hymn of love and hope with a clear voice, kicking off the New Year's Day party.
Three years ago, a beauty like her would have been a best-selling commodity in the slave market, a plaything under the crotch of the warlord and mercenary leader. However, now, NAC has abolished the inefficient slavery system and established a set of "Blue Skin Protection Laws" that are strictly enforced in the jurisdiction.
Although many people in the wasteland look down on these old antiques who can't figure out their situation, in Jiang Chen's eyes, these people from civilized society are a valuable asset. If the fire of civilization cannot be revived, even if the Holy Shield system is repaired and the high-rise buildings in Wanghai City are rebuilt, it will only be a superficial prosperity.
In a round of applause, the stage came to an end.
Behind the stage, Lin Xiran, who was wearing a long dress, walked behind the scenes. When she saw Jiang Chen, who was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, she pursed her lips with a slight smile and walked towards him.
"A very beautiful song, Miss Lin." After noticing Lin Xiran approaching, Jiang Chen put the speech aside and said with a smile.
"Thank you, Mr. Marshal, for your praise." The singer, known as Miss Lin, smiled, stretched out her delicate hand to shake Jiang Chen's, and inadvertently swept his wrist with her fingers, "After the celebration, can I buy you a drink? ?”
Seeing the twinkling light in her eyes, Jiang Chen keenly discerned the hint from the bright red lips.
Shaking his head slightly, he politely declined the beauty's invitation.
"Let's talk about it later."
He was so tired now that he had no thoughts about that at all.
not to mention…
Now, it seems that his desire in that area is not as explicit as before.
Lin Xiran's eyes flickered with disappointment, but of course it was impossible for her to say anything about it. Still keeping a bright smile on her face, after chatting with Jiang Chen for a few words, she walked towards the preparation room.
Not long after, Wang Qing and Sun Xiaorou opened the door and walked in. They looked at Jiang Chen who was ready, and nodded in unison.
Wang Qingyan said concisely and concisely: "It's perfect."
Sun Xiaorou pursed her lips and smiled, and said, "You have become more handsome."
"..." Jiang Chen, who didn't know how to answer, scratched his cheek, finally cleared his throat, and stuffed the speech on the table into his sleeve, "Then, it's my turn?"
"Yeah! Come on." Sun Xiaorou jumped to Jiang Chen's hand with a smile, stretched out her hand and patted him on the back, "Don't screw it up at the beginning."
"Am I that unreliable?" Jiang Chen glared at her fiercely, ignored her pretending to be innocent, took a deep breath, suppressed the boiling blood in his chest, and walked towards the preparation room.
…
Beer, barbecue, and great shows. On the occasion of the New Year's Day celebrations, the non-military facilities of the Fishbone Base will be open to the public. Active in the square are not only soldiers returning from the front line, but also vendors from the Sixth Street, survivors, and solo travelers with NAC citizenship. guests.
Everyone can enjoy the celebration equally without having to pay for the food. While you're at it, just be careful not to get kicked out for being wasteful.
After three song and dance performances, the celebration ushered in the highlight of the day.
The soft lights gradually became brighter, the joyful atmosphere in the square continued, but the noise gradually stopped. Even people who didn't care much about the performance turned their attention to the stage and the big screen, looking at the leader who led NAC to prosperity - Jiang Chen.
"I am very happy to be here to celebrate New Year's Day with you all."
"I am Jiang Chen."
"We have spent another new year on this devastated land."
The ups and downs of the voice were full of tension and spread through the speakers to every corner of the base. People looked at him enthusiastically, at this victorious marshal, and paid him the highest respect. If gods really exist in the world, they must be nothing more than this.
For the survivors of the wasteland, whoever can provide food is the worthy ruler. Whoever can expel alien species and zombies is a worthy warrior. And who can bring order to the wasteland and take into account the first two? Even if he is not a god, what is the difference between him and a god
Standing in the crowd, Hu Cheng, who had become a knight, looked up at Jiang Chen on the stage. His Adam's apple surged up and down, and it was hard to describe the pride that filled his chest. At this moment, holding his arm and standing with him to share the celebration was the goddess in his heart!
He vaguely remembered her shy and charming look when he held the ring in his hand and confessed his love to her this morning.
After taking a sip of cold beer, Hu Cheng pulled a silly smile from the corner of his mouth and said with a wine belch.
"Yesterday, at that very location, the marshal personally put this medal on my head."
His girlfriend pouted, rolled her eyes at him angrily, reached out and pinched his waist gently.
"Why do I feel that when you talk about that, you are more excited than when I agreed to be your girlfriend."
"hey-hey."
Hu Cheng rubbed the back of his head and giggled, then quickly hugged his future wife to make her happy.
To affirm the work of all NAC citizens, to commend the frontline soldiers for their hard work, and to send blessings to the soldiers of the Third Division who were far away in Wu City and could not attend the celebration... Soon, the marshal's celebration speech on the stage had come to an end.
When he made his final speech, the audience burst into applause. Maintaining the dignity that a marshal should have, Jiang Chen nodded slightly, turned around and walked off the stage.
Entering the preparation room, Sun Jiao was standing there with a smile on her face.
"How did it go?"
"Pretty good... In other words, a superb performance." Jiang Chen curled his lips, stretched out his hand to untie his tie, threw the thickened suit aside, took the cold-proof clothes from the hanger and put it on, "It's finally over. ."
After hearing Jiang Chen's words, Sun Jiao looked slightly lonely.
"Are you ready to go back?"
The hand holding the button stopped. After thinking for a moment, Jiang Chen nodded and said.
"Well, tomorrow is the battle meeting for the joint command area, and I will have to go back there the day after tomorrow."
Originally, he was supposed to go back in mid-December, the day the space elevator was completed. However, no one expected that the war situation in Wu City would be so anxious. If it were not for the breakthrough of magnetic confinement technology and the installation of the R-1 plasma cannon, this war would probably continue.
Sun Jiao didn't say anything, she stepped forward and kissed him.
"I'll wait for you to come back."
Jiang Chen squeezed her hand and responded softly.
"Well... thank you." (.)