It has been two full months since the surrender of the HRE Federation.

The city of Moscow was now under the control of the New Humanist Army.

Bykov, who was in charge of cleaning Moscow University, was sweeping up the fallen leaves with a broom, and the abnormal weather triggered a stress reaction from the flowers and trees, and the leaves fell all over the ground before autumn.

After cleaning up the dead branches and leaves, a fine sweat broke out on his forehead, and after wiping it with his sleeve, he subconsciously touched his pocket.

Bykov was stunned, and at this time he realized that the supply of cigarettes had been cut off for more than half a year, and after entering the wartime state before, all products such as cigarettes had been discontinued.

Now that the new humans rule Moscow, naturally there will be no special supply of cigarettes to the old ones.

Finding a clean stone staircase, Bykov sat down, looking into the distance with a somewhat hollow look, the sky that had been a little purple and blue before, now returned to normal.

His job is to clean two nearby school buildings, a small plaza and four walkways, as long as they make sure there is no visible garbage.

As a native of Muscovite, the 58-year-old Bykov was born in the glory days of Chi Lucia, grew up in the chauvinistic hegemonic period, worked under Gotu, witnessed the collapse of the unbreakable alliance, and understood that licking a dog should not die well, and that he had to live under strongman politics for more than ten years.

I thought that this life would be like this, but I didn't expect him to witness history again, the desperate three days of virus torture, and then the surviving HRE Federation, and the new humans who suppressed the world.

It has not been half a year since the establishment of the HRE Federation, and together with the Illuminati, it failed miserably at the hands of the new humans, and fled to the aliens with the remnants.

Now he is a sanitation worker under the rule of the new humans.

Bykov felt very confused about the future, and how the new humans would treat them became an undercurrent within the old humans, and many people were uneasy.

A middle-aged Slavic bearded man with a newspaper in his hand hurriedly ran from outside the small square, and the bearded man gasped: "Whew! Something is wrong, old man. ”

Bykov's heart tightened, and he quickly stood up and asked, "What's wrong?"

The bearded man shoved the newspaper over: "Look at this. ”

Taking the newspaper, it was a Moscow daily newspaper, and Bykov saw at a glance the big headline on the front page.

[Aboriginal Resettlement Program...... ］

After reading the specifics, Bykov realized how terrible the resettlement plan was.

The Indigenous Resettlement Program is the same, if not more stringent, than the previous Old Human Disposal Act in New Human-Controlled Areas.

For example, after being allocated a residential area, you must pass approval to leave the local area, and you have no citizenship and reproductive rights, so you can only engage in some dirty and messy work.

Comprehensively absorb children and children, carry out independent collective education, and do not allow non-new human beings to raise and educate the new generation.

Fundamentally and completely eliminate the inheritance of Slavic and Gallic cultures, which only need to become research materials in museums, a unified society does not need too many different cultures to exist.

The old humans are destined to be completely eliminated, and the new era does not have a spaceship to carry them, after all, the fugitives of the HRE Federation have abandoned the form of the old human, which is the self-denial of the old human.

Bykov stared blankly at the newspaper, and although everyone was saved, the cost was enormous.

As for this kind of thing, the nanobots of the new humans have already been deployed throughout the city of Moscow, and the previous group of troublemakers have been decomposed into soil and returned to nature.

"Andrey, accept your fate! At least we're alive. Bykov sighed.

The bearded Andrew replied mockingly: "Alive? After this law is enacted, what is the difference between us living and dying?"

Bykov said lonely: "There is no hope for our generation, I hope that young people can join the new humanity and continue our Slavs!" ”

Andrew, the decadent bearded man, sat on the steps, helplessly and unwillingly wept bitterly.

……

Katyusha Bykov is in charge of paying the workers, using computer data to pay the sanitation workers for a week.

The old human workers in Moscow City are paid weekly wages, and according to the calculations of supercomputing and artificial intelligence, they can get 50~200 different wages a week.

After Katyusha had paid the last worker, she pressed the noon break, and the word noon break popped up in Russian in her window.

But instead of really resting, she aggregated other people's data, checked it off, and uploaded it to the main server of the Citizen Services Bank.

The other bank employees were very envious of Katyusha, because the six branches of the Citizen Service Bank in Moscow, except for a dozen new human directors, the other employees were recruited as temporary workers from the old humans.

As one of the few people who understand Chinese, Katyusha's position is naturally rising, and she is an important person responsible for the communication of new humans and the management of local old humans.

After more than an hour of busyness, Katyusha went to the cafeteria to make a lunch, and she ate lunch alone at the table.

A simple lunch of 0.5 Chinese yuan, white bread, beef stewed potatoes, stir-fried loofah and a small apple.

She ate with relish, and after more than half a year of food distribution control, Katyusha finally understood what her father said about the tragedy of the nineties, and if she hadn't experienced it, she wouldn't have understood how luxurious these simple foods were.

During the HRE Federation, she was only allocated two meals a day, lunch was a dry big leba and pickled cucumbers; Dinner is a dry big riba or barley rice, with a small piece of sausage and a little carrot.

At first, the HRE Federation distributed more, but as time went on, the food became less and less every day.

In April, they can barely get enough to eat, in May only about 60% are left, and by June many people have to go to the suburbs to find wild mushrooms and wild vegetables on their own.

Now she feels how happy she is to be able to eat enough.

The consumption of 0.5 Chinese yuan for a meal is a very luxurious thing in Moscow now, and ordinary workers can spend a maximum of 0.1~0.2 Chinese yuan for a meal.

Many people purchase ingredients directly from the grain supply and marketing cooperatives and go back to cook for themselves, except for bachelors who will eat in the canteen, and old humans with family members will not choose to eat in the canteen.

As the only legal tender of the new human race, Huayuan's purchasing power is now unprecedentedly high, especially for food, one dollar can buy 8~9 kilograms of flour, or 3~4 kilograms of pork and mutton.

After eating the meal cleanly, Katyusha drank a glass of boiled water, and then sat at the dining table while nibbling on a small apple while taking out the Xinhua dictionary and the Chinese level 4 assessment textbook.

Katyusha, who had already passed the Chinese Level 2 exam, is now preparing for the Chinese Level 4 exam.

To enter the society of new humans, Chinese level 8 is one of the basic conditions, she does not want to live in the hopeless old human society for the rest of her life, and striving to become a new human is the real way out.

The street outside the canteen was deserted, and after more than half a year of continuous abrupt changes, the city of Moscow, which had a population of tens of millions, now has less than 2 million people left.

In Moscow in October, the cold air currents of the Arctic have begun to invade.

The old humans walking the streets are either numb in their eyes, or their faces are cold, or they come and go in a hurry.

Moscow does not believe in tears.