In the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, the dungeon was full of lights, the upper class people were full of lights, and the brocade clothes were gorgeous, all with a joyful look. The ninth, eighth, and seventh districts, the three largest slave districts, did not have a strong holiday atmosphere, and most of the people were still busy for the day's rations. However, the slave control department also took a favor and made a porridge for all slaves for free, limited to one bowl per person.

Qin Qichao is an honest and responsible ordinary person, he has a lot of strength, and he always wants to rely on his own strength to earn a full meal for the children in the family.

In the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, he came early to the porridge shed where the slave division put porridge. He did come early, in order to let the child eat a mouthful of thicker porridge, he came to line up in the middle of the night in advance, and lived up to his expectations and became the first place in the thousands of teams. At 7 o'clock, the wooden door of the porridge shed was opened, and several camouflage uniforms with sticks were organizing the order of the scene. The long queue was hundreds of meters long.

Qin Qichao trembled over with a stainless steel lunch box, and a bald fat man in charge of making porridge poked a big spoon into the cauldron, and only took out a spoonful of faint white soup after scooping it around, with only a dozen scattered rice grains floating in it. The fat man poured the so-called porridge into Qin Qichao's lunch box, Qin Qichao stared at the dozen rice grains in the lunch box in a daze, looked up at the bald fat man and asked timidly: "Master, please do well, my son hasn't eaten a mouthful of food for several days." Your porridge is a little too thin...... "The bald fat man had a sideways face, but his temper was not irritable, but he put the big spoon into the big pot and stirred it vigorously, and when he took it out, there were still a dozen rice grains in the spoon.

The fat man smiled helplessly: "You saw it with your own eyes when I made porridge twice, it's not that I don't give you thickening, it's that the porridge in this pot is like this." Okay, it's good to have a drink, don't make trouble here!" Qin Qichao didn't say anything, nodded and carefully held the lunch box and walked slowly to his shack. Qin Qichao is a forty-year-old man, he works so hard and industriously every day, but he can't change two nests. His son is only 5 years old, and he is growing up, but he can't eat enough every day. It's only been two months, and I'm hungry and I'm only skinny and bones. His son is sick, and he needs a full mouthful of food.

Qin Qichao, a man in his forties, squatted in the corner of the muddy street with a lunch box, crying like a child without a mother. Too much helplessness, too much helplessness, too much suffering, too much patience Qin Qi Dynasty persevered, but today he was crushed by a bowl of clear soup. Qin Qichao cried bitterly on the side of the road, and the people passing by indifferently passed by, and no one cared about his life or death. After crying for a while, Qin Qichao wiped away his tears and walked towards the shack with faster steps.

When Qin Qichao walked to the door, he forcibly squeezed out a smile and said, "Son, baby son, look what delicious food Daddy has brought you! Hehe, son!" If it was usual, now the son should have screamed happily, pestering him to ask if there was anything delicious, but what happened today? Why don't you stay still? Qin Qichao is a little nervous, shouldn't he lose it? Thinking of this, Qin Qichao hurriedly opened the wooden door and was relieved to see that his son was still sleeping on the grass.

Qin Qichao smiled and called softly: "Son, little baby, look at Dad's ......, "Why do you sleep so deeply, I slept very early yesterday, and I should wake up at this time." As he spoke, Qin Qichao took out a free hand to gently caress his son's pink little face, wanting to gently pinch him to wake him up. But when Qin Qichao's hand touched his son's face, he was stunned, cold! His son's face was cold and cold! Qin Qichao threw away the lunch box at once, and covered his son's face with both hands. Chill chill chill feeling!

Qin Qichao didn't dare to think about it, but he still gently touched some of his son's snorts, and it was gone! In an instant, he felt that the whole world had collapsed! Qin Qichao's tears were strung together one by one, and they flowed into a river...... Qin Qichao cried heartbreakingly, but he made a little sound, he seemed to lose his voice and just opened his mouth wide, but he couldn't cry anymore! He hugged his son's cold body tightly, and hot tears kept dripping on his son's cold face, but he couldn't warm him anymore.

Duan Junjie was discussing things with dozens of people who were willing to riot together in a large shed, when suddenly the door of the shed was knocked twice. Duan Junjie was nervous for a while, but signaled everyone to be calm. Then, Duan Junjie went over and gently opened the wooden door. I saw that there were people standing outside, hundreds or thousands? The man at the front was holding a thin figure with hot tears on his face. This person was Qin Qichao, he looked at Duan Junjie and said, "I heard that you are going to revolt! Immediately, someone behind shouted in a low voice from time to time: "Count me in!" "And me!" "Fuck it, I'll go too!" Duan Junjie stretched out his hand with a sad face and gently stroked the face of the little guy in Qin Qichao's arms, and nodded heavily.

Sometimes it's important to live in secret, especially in the last days, when it's a blessing for you to live. But sometimes, you have to know what you're living for, and when you don't have any point in continuing to live, then just living is the saddest thing. Sometimes, you don't get pushed to a certain point, and you never know how brave you are.

Xuanyuan Villa in the fourth district

Everyone is preparing the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, and everyone is quite busy. But Liu Lingyun went out to buy vegetables and didn't come back for a long time, so it stands to reason that she should have come back early at this time. When Duan Junya was about to ask Zhang Haibo to go out to look for it, Liu Lingyun came back with two large baskets of various foods. Zhang Haibo asked a little nervously: "Why did it take so long to come back, is something wrong?" Liu Lingyun's face was a little unnatural, but he still replied with a smile: "There are too many people exchanging materials in those businesses, and I can't squeeze them, so I'm slowing down." Although Zhang Haibo felt that Liu Lingyun's expression was a little wrong, he didn't think there was anything wrong with her words. After all, this year is the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, and which powerful person is not crazy to exchange notes for materials!

Zhang Haibo took Liu Lingyun's basket and asked her to hurry to the kitchen to help. More than an hour later, a sumptuous Chinese New Year's Eve meal was ready, more than a dozen meat and vegetarian dishes, even in the past, it was a meal waiting on the table, not to mention that it is the end of the world now. They sat together like a family, talking and laughing, wishing each other well, and Duan Junya had prepared New Year's gifts for everyone. When Liu Lingyun took the gift, she was suddenly a little cramped, and everyone thought that she might be too moved.

This is the first New Year since the end of the world, and it is also the first Chinese New Year's Eve without a Spring Festival party in country C in recent decades. After eating, Xuanyuan Yi asked everyone to start packing up their things and preparing to leave at any time. Liu Lingyun asked in surprise: "Doesn't it mean that the genius is acting?" Xuanyuan Yi looked at her strangely for a while before he spoke: "The plan has changed, and it has been advanced." Go ahead and prepare. ”

After Liu Lingyun left, Zhang Haibo walked over and said, "There hasn't been any movement on the other side for two days, do you want to go over and have a look?" Xuanyuan Yi nodded slowly, and then said, "I'll go over and see for myself later, those hot weapons of you and Wei Xun may not be able to deal with them." Zhang Haibo nodded slowly: "Then boss, you pay more attention to safety." After Xuanyuan Yi nodded, Zhang Haibo went back to pack his things. After Xuanyuan Yi went over and said a few words to Duan Junya, he left the villa alone. After looking left and right, he saw that there were no suspicious people around, and then walked straight to the villa opposite.

Xuanyuan Yi walked generously to the front of the villa and rang the doorbell there very directly. But the doorbell rang for a long time, and no one answered. Xuanyuan Yi was a little strange, so he jumped into the courtyard of the villa, and then opened the door and walked into the villa. After turning around, up and down, left and right, it was finally determined that there was no one here. But there are still traces of some people's activities inside, but where have all the people gone now? Have you gone back for the New Year? These people who are engaged in stalking are too disrespectful, and they don't even leave a single person on duty during the New Year's holidays? Xuanyuan Yi couldn't figure out anything useful, so he left the villa and went back to his home.

After Xuanyuan Yi told the situation on the other side, everyone was also very moved. Because Zhang Haibo and Qi Yunguang took turns to be on duty at the observation point in the house 24 hours a day. Neither of them found out that anyone inside had ever come out, and even very few people were passing by. Where did all the people in there go? The world has evaporated? Now is not the time to dwell on these, if it is gone, it can only be gone, but fortunately, everyone will be evacuated after 0:00. One can only hope that nothing will happen before.

Through his connections, Xuanyuan Yi brought some weapons and equipment to everyone. The police body armor and anti-riot helmet were a set of people, and Zhang Haibo and Qi Yunguang were also given a 95 semi-automatic rifle and 1,000 rounds of ammunition. Wei Xun had no professional training, so he gave him a shotgun, and he only had to pull the trigger on the aim. As for the four women, Xuanyuan Yi didn't prepare weapons for them, and he wouldn't use them if he gave them, so he focused on defense.

But among them, Duan Junya is an exception. Duan Junya was armed from head to toe by Xuanyuan Yi at the moment, wearing a camouflage uniform, a military bulletproof vest, a helmet, knee pads, elbow pads, and shoulder pads. She was also given a Black Star pistol, as well as two Uzi submachine guns, which are often called UZI. Her pockets are full of spare magazines, which looks like the outfit of a professional special forces. Duan Junya was quite satisfied with this equipment, but she kept complaining that Xuanyuan didn't give her a whole sniper rifle back.

Xuanyuan Yi laughed angrily, in this breakthrough battle, you have a big sniper on your back! The enemy is outnumbered, you don't have a chance to pull the bolt after a shot! This little lady knows how to be handsome all day long. Two large off-road vehicles had already been parked at the entrance of Xuanyuan Yi's villa, which he had prepared in advance, and they were filled with all kinds of war materials. Time passed minute by minute, and many people were waiting for the clock to ring at 0:00.