"It's already July."
"Yes."
Holding Yao Yao's little hand, they strolled on the streets of the Sixth Street. Looking at the bustling market, a sense of pride and accomplishment emerged from Jiang Chen's heart.
There were more and more resources, and people no longer looked sickly. Their clothes were no longer made of xenogeneic skins and rags. Bankrupt people no longer had to sell themselves as slaves. Although NAC's subsistence allowance didn't make people very comfortable, they would never starve to death.
Neat cement houses rose from the ruins, replacing the shacks made of iron sheets and wooden frames. The landscape that could only be seen in the Inner Circle had now spread to the Outer Circle, benefiting every survivor.
The order of the market no longer needed to be maintained by hanging heads and corpses sprayed with formalin. For the first time, the word law regained its meaning on this piece of land. If anyone dared to disrupt order, NAC's ferocious garrisons would immediately let them know how stupid their behavior was.
Almost every month, Jiang Chen would take his guards to patrol the NAC territory. Sometimes it was in the Sixth Street, and sometimes it might be in Jia, Hang, or Hongcheng. Except for Yizhou Island, which was too far away, he had visited all the settlements with more than 10,000 people.
And the Sixth Street was undoubtedly the most well-developed of all the settlements.
On the one hand, this kind of patrol was to understand the situation of the people, but mainly to strengthen his own rule. At the same time, it was to make his presence known among the survivors. If he didn't show up, those people would forget what he looked like.
The guards in kinetic skeletons lined up on the left and right, and the power armors walked on the side, leaving enough space while protecting Jiang Chen and Yao Yao in the middle.
No matter where he went, the eyes of soldiers, merchants, and civilians were always in awe and worship. Some people even stopped and took off their hats to salute him.
As the General of NAC, he was not only the ruler here, but also the spiritual leader in the hearts of all survivors.
In addition to the people who looked up to him, there were also countless young girls who were yearning for love, looking at him with naked eyes. Because of the generally excellent genotype, except for those women who were too "skinny", there were some stunning beauties among them.
As for the little girl he was holding, she was selectively ignored by them. On the wasteland, polygamy was not a rare thing. Enjoying more spouses was both a privilege and an obligation of the strong.
Even the "civilized people" who had just woken up before the war, after accepting the reality that their civilization was dead, would remain silent about the concept of choosing a spouse under the law of the jungle. They would even take the initiative to cater to it. In order to live a life without nutrient supply for three meals a day, most of them who had passed the "struggle period" would choose to approach powerful men and ignore how many spouses they already had.
The eyes of those women made Yaoyao very uncomfortable. The instinctive sense of crisis made the little loli a little flustered. She subconsciously leaned against Jiang Chen's arm.
Before they left, Sister Sun Jiao repeatedly reminded her to take care of Brother Jiang, or else there would be more and more sisters in the family. She knew very well what those women meant, but she couldn't do anything about it.
Thinking about her poor figure, Yaoyao pouted her mouth in frustration.
If only her breasts were a little bigger …
Thinking of this, Yao Yao sighed.
Although Brother Jiang Chen occasionally kissed her and did some strange things, all of his actions stopped in front of the last door. She was no longer a child. Even if the cryogen hindered her development and temperament, she was already twenty years old.
However, Brother Jiang Chen always treated her like a child. She could do what Sister Sun Jiao and Sister Xiaorou could do.
If she didn't try, how would she know if it was delicious?
"Don't you like summer?" Looking at the little loli's slightly pouted mouth, Jiang Chen misunderstood her thoughts. He reached out and rubbed her fluffy hair. "It's rare to have such a good weather."
"I like you, but once summer is over, Brother Jiang Chen will rarely come back …" She hid her body behind Jiang Chen's arm and gently grabbed onto his sleeve as she said in a muffled voice.
"How could that be? Yaoyao's hot pot is so delicious. I'm looking forward to winter." Jiang Chen held Yaoyao's little hand again and gently squeezed it.
But speaking of which, it would be great if the Holy Shield system could be repaired before this year.
The apocalypse had already entered the Little Ice Age. In the next few years, the weather would only get colder and colder. Wanghai was located in the south, so it was relatively safe. Jiang Chen heard that at the beginning of the year, in the area north of Shangjing, entire settlements often froze into dead cities, and people who could not survive degenerated into cannibals.
He didn't know how the Russians further north would survive. It was not a problem that could be solved by one or two bottles of vodka.
Even if they could, they would not be spared from this global disaster.
Holding Yaoyao's little hand, Jiang Chen took the guards around several prosperous places in the Outer Circle and ended this month's routine inspection.
After sending Yaoyao to the helicopter, Jiang Chen did not go back with her. Instead, he took the guards to the Inner Circle and went straight to the Parliament Building to find Chu Nan, who had just finished a regular meeting.
Just half a month ago, when Jiang Chen came back last time, he hired a warship from the Beluga Station to transport a 50-person reconnaissance force across the Pacific to the North American continent.
In fact, he was very curious a long time ago. Asia was basically in ruins, so what would the North American continent look like?
Although CCCP and PAC had not been able to land in North America on a large scale, the nuclear bombs in their inventory were often sent to North America.
Africa also made Jiang Chen curious. It was said that the whole world was hit by nuclear bombs. Only the black uncles were too poor to be directly hit. They only inhaled a few breaths of second-hand smoke from the nuclear explosion from the passing monsoon. In the end, their own people fought against their own people.
However, he couldn't care less about a place as far away as Africa for the time being. The Indian Ocean was said to be occupied by giant sea monsters hundreds of meters long. It was not so easy to cross before he figured out the route. Although there were many epic mutants in the Pacific Ocean, the risk was relatively lower if they went around the Bering Strait.
After seeing Chu Nan, Jiang Chen didn't say much and went straight to the point.
"Is there any news from North America?"
"According to your request, our people have established an outpost on the West Coast."
Although he didn't quite understand why the General was interested in the North American continent, Chu Nan still sent a reconnaissance force to establish a simple outpost on the ruins of the West Coast and set up a radio communication base station to communicate with the Sixth Street.
When Jiang Chen heard Chu Nan's report, he nodded with satisfaction.
"Oh? Then tell me, how is the situation there? "
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