Doomsday Hunter

Chapter 91: : New Year's firecrackers

On December 31st, the New Year of the People's Union calendar is just around the corner.

For the people in the capital region of the People's Federation, this is the most important festival of the year. No matter how poor or hard you are, today you will bring out your best clothes and put on a table of extravagant food.

Then put up a couplets, set off firecrackers or something.

It's a pity that this year is when the colony is in full swing, and the monsters are besieging the city again. I think the people are not in the mood to celebrate the festival.

The base does not have any extra resources to make fireworks and firecrackers - all gunpowder-related things are provided to the military factory. Who is still tossing things that have no profit and no practical effect.

Of course, the raw materials of firecrackers and military gunpowder are not small differences. So a few craftsmen secretly picked it up and made some handmade firecrackers.

"Actually, before the end of the world, fireworks and firecrackers were already banned in Linhai, right?" Commander Sun muttered to himself: "When I was a child, I couldn't sleep well every New Year's night. Really...hehe, I still miss it a bit."

Sun Ling stood beside his grandfather and looked at the resolute old man, silent.

The general was already full of white hair, and his health was very bad before the end of the world. When he was young, he was left with old wounds from wars, and when he was middle-aged and old, he kept sending black-haired people to white-haired people. After the end of the world, I will continue to work hard for the huge new sea...

But he always felt like he wasn't doing enough.

As a soldier, it is your responsibility to not protect the people well.

As a leader, it is also his responsibility to fail to lead Xinlinhai out of a way of life.

So the general grew old.

"Ling'er." Commander Sun looked out the window and said, "If you can't defend this side, you can go to the second sub-base, if the second sub-base can't be defended... you can go further west. "

"Grandpa..." Sun Ling wanted to say something, but looking at the pleading gaze of the old man, she could only agree: "Yes."

"Haha. I'm a little regretful now, I shouldn't have taught your father and brother like that, but unfortunately they're gone... they're gone. But I hope you can learn to be smarter in the future—"

"This era is gray, and complete white and complete black are too conspicuous, and if they are too conspicuous, they will be targeted."

"Actually, every era is gray... It's just that I don't understand this until now." Commander Sun put on his military cap: "Go, there should be a lot of work today. We will meet again in the evening. "

Commander Sun rarely speaks so much. The Sun family has always taught by example more than words. Soldiers are always more aware of the powerlessness of language.

It might just be a dying old man whispering something to his granddaughter on New Year's Eve.

Guo Huaiyou came down from the city wall.

He just used the ghost sniper rifle and the artillery regiment to push back the attacking corpse of the god. It's a little blurry now.

Chen Feng came over and recalled Guo Huaiyou's identity and deeds with some difficulty: "Instructor Guo, you will be the one to give the speech to the whole base."

"Alright." Guo Huaiyou nodded, "I'm sorry to bother you, Director Chen."

Lei Kai next to him suddenly sighed: "I said, Instructor. Can you arrange some other work for me, it's boring to be doing errands next to you all day."

"There should always be an observer next to the sniper." Guo Huaiyou smiled, "Your work is very important."

In fact, Guo Huaiyou just wanted this broken-mouthed boy to stay by his side more. Then he can refer to himself more often when he is chatting with people.

In order to improve his sense of existence, Guo Huaiyou really does everything he can.

"Instructor Guo...I think if you want to improve your sense of existence, it's not the right plan to not offend anyone." Chen Feng said: "Hatred is easier to remember than kindness, isn't it?"

"I'm past the age where I can offend people everywhere." Guo Huaiyou smiled wryly.

Chen Feng has no experience in this regard. After all, as an intelligence worker, he will only reduce his sense of existence. Or can the relevant experience be used in reverse?

On the other side of the city wall, Li Le and Lin Yin finished packing up the corpse of the attacking God and were ready to go back to rest.

"Hey, there's still a fight for the New Year's Eve, the Corpse of God will really pick the time." Lin Yin sighed and rubbed against Li Le.

"Why would they care about this?" Li Le shrugged and hugged Lin Yin with emotion, "Ah, the first year of the end of the world, or the last year of civilization, will soon end."

This is the year 2032 of the People's Union Gregorian calendar. It was also the last year of the People's Association.

Since then, it has been a new era.

During this year, the remaining human beings did not go to destruction, but went to new life.

The residents of Xinlinhai took the two kilograms of food that was frequently distributed at the base, went to the market to exchange some meat, eggs and vegetables, and returned home to reunite with their remaining relatives.

This year has not been a happy one at all. Crying can be heard from time to time.

Even Lin Yin didn't have much interest in looking at the table of hot pot that Li Le was tossing around, and seemed to think of dead relatives and friends. She suddenly wanted to do something to vent.

Outside the city walls, the brain eaters let out a low growl. They were reluctantly pounding the city walls that looked very dilapidated, and they seemed to smell the aroma of brain flowers. According to the tsunami plan, the corpses of the gods throw some plague and pollution into it every day, waiting for the survivors in the base to die.

Snow began to fall again, adding to the desolation.

As the night got darker, the few lights went out one by one, and the street was suffocating.

"The atmosphere of the thieves seems to be a little wrong today." Rain stood in the snow and asked the tsunami.

"This is a festival." Tsunami seems to know a lot: "They will record some important events or dates that are of great significance in themselves, and then carry out various activities in each orbital cycle to commemorate."

Rain frowned: "It sounds strange."

"They are thieves of fire, and cannot be understood with the thinking of the son of God." Tsunami turned around: "Is Haiying willing to join us?"

"I will convince it." Rain closed his eyes: "But it will definitely take a block or even many blocks."

Tsunami: "It's okay."

As long as this base can be won, my father's legacy will be a lot.

It's nearly twelve o'clock, and the first year of the end of the world is about to pass.

Li Le took Lin Yin to climb the city wall, and they greeted Qi Wei, who was on duty. Then sit by the wall and chat, looking at my watch from time to time, and then at the gun in my hand.

It's twelve o'clock.

Now is the second year of the last days.

There was silence, as if nothing had happened.

So Li Le sighed and shot a zombie under the city that started to climb the wall.

Lin Yin followed him and pulled the trigger.

Qi Wei thought about it, and reported the matter while leading his subordinates to fire.

Scattered gunshots rang out.

Occasional artillery fire.

In the city, lights came on, and it seemed that the awakened people wanted to know what was going on.

The instructions above were quickly conveyed.

"If you shoot at random, you must leave enough ammunition to deal with the enemy's impact."

As a result, the gunfire gradually became denser.