Chapter 1,374 Colonial Fever in the Wasteland

The Holy Shield system is about to be repaired. As the Parliament Building announced the specific time for the Holy Shield to be activated, the streets and alleys of the Sixth District have been decorated with lights and are filled with a festive atmosphere.

For the survivors in Wanghai City, the Holy Shield is not only a shield that separates them from this wasteland, but also a flag. Especially for those who once lived here and witnessed that prosperous and great age, the Holy Shield holds a particularly sacred position in their hearts.

Repair the Holy Shield.

There is a possibility of restoring order.

Coinciding with the completion of the fourth Garden of Eden, Star Ring Trading has lowered the prices of agricultural products for the second time in a year. The purchasing power of credit points continues to strengthen, and the prices of goods in major shops have also been reduced. The survivors living in the Sixth Block The smiles on their faces also enriched a lot.

From the perspective of enriching the spiritual and cultural construction of the people of the wasteland, the Parliament Building, which has too much money to use up, simply took advantage of this great opportunity to announce that the day when the Holy Shield was activated will be designated as Holy Shield Day, and stipulated that at this time every year, it will be Parliament came forward and held a large celebration.

To add to the celebration, the North American Colony has just sent dozens of tons of newly produced crab white sauce to the Sixth District, as well as a colonial promotional poster.

According to the descriptions of sailors returning from North America, in the wasteland of North America, a few boxes of fresh meat cans that are no longer rare in the Sixth Street can be exchanged for a blond foreign girl, and a pack of cigarettes can buy a girl's first night. …

Although it is exaggerated, it has to be said that the more primitive the desire, the more it can arouse people's subjective initiative to forge ahead. On the day the crab white sauce was sold out in the Sixth District, there was a long line at the door of the colonist registration point.

Any citizen of any class who holds a household registration issued by the NAC military government can register as an honorable colonist at the colonist registration point. The military government promised to arrange jobs for the colonists, reimburse the colonists' shipping fees, and promised to subsidize 50-100 credits per month according to the colonists' citizenship level for five years.

At the port of Wanghai City, an elevator is lifting containers onto a cargo ship.

The sailors on the deck were smoking listlessly, because they were about to set sail and were destined to miss a grand celebration.

"Aren't you going to wait until the celebration is over? It is said that the 'Arrogant Girl' will perform on stage to sing. If I remember correctly, the lead singer of the band is your goddess."

"No." Dragging his suitcase, Han Yue shook his head and looked in the direction of the port, with a trace of fascination in his eyes. "When I come back with some success, I will go find her."

No more persuasion,

Song Zhongwei sighed, reached out and patted his good buddy on the shoulder twice, and said in an encouraging tone, "It's good to have dreams. The world has become like this, so you should have some dreams."

The fate is so wonderful. Before the end of the world, the two did not know each other. Song Zhongwei is a third-rate singer who plays music, while Han Yue is a bank security guard. The two people's life circles are parallel to each other. If they hadn't been lying 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 twentieth 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 world before them. A devastated city.

It was then that the two became friends.

"Where's your dream?"

"Lie down in the dormant cabin and take a nap," Song Zhongwei rolled his eyes. "When you wake up two hundred years later, you will directly become a nostalgic singer."

"It must be retro, haha."

Laughing and punching each other in the chest, the two looked at each other and smiled.

Song Zhongwei grinned, looked at Han Yue and said seriously.

"Be careful. I've heard people say that the situation there is much more complicated than here. In addition to Yajing and Yangma, there are also mutants and cannibal tribes."

"Risks and opportunities coexist. I will let myself live." Trying to make his tone sound more relaxed, Han Yue paused for a moment, looked at the freighter that started to sound its whistle, and suddenly smiled, "Just give it to me. Come here."

"You kid," Song Zhongwei said in a sad tone after kicking his butt, "The ship is about to sail, get out of here. Don't forget, you still owe me a meal."

"Haha, I owe you a lot!"

Laughing, Han Yue patted his butt and walked towards the freighter with his suitcase in hand.

…

The whistle blew three times to say goodbye to the people on the shore.

After leaving the port of Wanghai City, the NAC cargo ship, escorted by two warships, headed north along the edge of the Eurasian continent. Passing through the Bering Strait where the cold current reverses, bypassing the golden waterway outside Alaska, heading south along the North American continent, and finally arriving at the port established by NAC in California...

After less than half a month of sailing, Han Yue, standing on the deck, finally saw the long-awaited coastline.

This is the legendary North America.

He had been here before the war, as a tourist.

However, at this moment, standing here and looking at the city of Los Angeles in the distance, there is no trace of what it once was. Most of the Hollywood Hills have been cut off, and now only bare patches of dirt can be seen from the villas that once stood there.

Just as Han Yue was trying to recall the original sounds, faces, and smiles of this city, a thick voice came from behind. As the other colonists on the deck turned around, they saw at the entrance of the cabin the unshaven captain who they had only seen once when boarding the ship.

"We're here, and in front of us is California. It used to be called Los Angeles, but now it doesn't make any difference."

"This is different from the Sixth District. Once you get out of the NAC's guns, you are a land of barbarians. There is no order here, even if it is a settlement of survivors. I hope that after getting off the ship, your guns can be consistent with the outside world. This place is probably Just like Wanghai City a few years ago, the survivors are more dangerous than the deathclaws, and it's better to put a bullet in your brain than to be captured by mutants, but I guess this nonsense is the same as fucking fart to most of you. "

Standing on the deck, the captain snorted, took out a low-quality cigar from his pocket, lit it, blew out the cloudy smoke ring, and looked at the looming port, "I admit that this place is full of opportunities. You can get what you want in exchange for a box of canned meat, but I advise you to be more cautious. Before enjoying life, you must first do everything possible to save your own life."

The whistle blew three times and moved towards the port.

The freighter is getting closer to the port.

At this moment, the captain, who was standing on the deck smoking, suddenly noticed something was wrong from the port.

The port is so quiet!

Normally, every time he brought goods from the Sixth Street, the people in the colony would rejoice for a while. Especially those gin wines. Some drunkards who are addicted to alcohol can even sleep on the edge of the port all night wrapped in quilts, just to get ahead of everyone and use crystal or other shiny good things. The sailors exchanged two bottles for what was left in the kitchen or warehouse.

As long as it contains alcohol, sales in the colonies are pretty good.

However, not to mention the drunkard wrapped in quilts, even the port workers were missing.

"Wait a minute," the unshaven captain frowned slightly, took out the telescope from his pocket, pointed it in the direction of the port, frowned tightly, opened and closed the corners of his dry mouth slightly, and murmured in a low voice, "There are some things ahead. Something’s wrong…”

Not noticing anything unnatural, Han Yue stood on the deck and felt a bit of chill creeping into his collar along with the north wind.

Shivering, he wrapped his collar, put his hand into the pocket of his windbreaker, and touched a pendant, feeling a hint of warmth in his heart.

He bought the pendant from a vendor selling souvenirs at a concert, before the war. He didn't expect that the world had changed, the rules had changed, everything had changed, except her. Compared to Song Zhongwei who lost everything, he felt that he was lucky after all.

"Arrogant Girl" is still holding concerts, although they have changed the drummer and the stage...

Looking at the silent harbor, at this moment, he suddenly remembered that he should bring two more pieces of cold-proof clothing for this trip.

This is a colony.

There is no holy shield to protect him from wind and rain...