Tim is an ordinary young man, without a strong body, no quick speed, and no profound knowledge, ordinary, like most young people his age in the city, doing a job from six to eight in the morning, ready to work desperately to earn money for a few years, and then find an ordinary woman like him to marry, raise an equally ordinary child, and live an ordinary life. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

There was nothing wrong with all this, and the local pastor told him, and ordinary young people like him, that it was God's arrangement to let them better enjoy everything in heaven after experiencing the suffering of the people.

However, half a year ago, his ordinary life was shattered, and a group of demons who came out of nowhere invaded his kingdom, they were immensely powerful, highly skilled in martial arts, and even invulnerable, and even published in some underground three-page tabloids—the kind of illegal publications, which are officially forbidden but are preferred to be read when everyone is looking for thrills—even published sensational news:

A demon in medieval armor slashed a 152-millimeter howitzer shell in the air with a single volley!

A demon with an old rear-loading rifle blows up the government's newest armored vehicle, which has 30 millimeters of steel armor!

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Of course, the government will never admit this, even if the former president was captured by the demons, but the government is still "victorious" in propaganda, according to the news in the newspapers, the government army has eliminated 30,000 demons on the front line, and those three tabloids that published this kind of news will not be able to buy it the next day without exception;

Of course, the war did not have no effect on him, many of the workers around him were captured by the government army from the production line of the factory in this situation of success, and each of them was issued a "certificate of honor against demons", and without training, they were forced to go to the battlefield, and on the balcony of his home, Tim saw the appearance of his former workers before the expedition- There were no uniform uniforms, no advanced automatic weapons, and everyone was still wearing the same clothes as they had been to work, and they were holding old rifles that had been obsolete thirty years earlier.

"Maybe one day, I'll be like them, right?" Tim asked himself, then closed the curtains and stuffed himself into his bed—the factory was closed, there was no job anywhere else, he had nowhere else to go but to stay at home, the city was locked down, and no one was allowed to leave.

According to the latest news from the latest issue of the three-page tabloid, the demons are already less than a hundred and fifty kilometers away.

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"Boom!"

A violent knock on the door came, waking Tim from his memories, accompanied by the voice of the big fat man Rand on the second floor: "Open the door, open the door, open the door, Tim, I know you are at home, hurry out and gather in the square to the west, the Holy Light Army is going to arrange work for you!"

Tim got up from the bed, three months ago the government called the "devil" captured this place, and the dead fat man of Rand somehow hooked up with a "demon" and became a member of their leading party, and since then the whole person has trembled, and he is vividly pointing fingers at the original neighbors.

Perhaps because he didn't squeak, Rand slammed the door louder: "Damn, Tim, I know you're at home, if you don't open the door again, I'll let the Servants of the Holy Light force break down the door!"

"Come on, Rand, I just fell asleep. Tim shouted so quickly that he didn't even have time to put on his slippers, so he crawled to the door and opened it.

For Rand's words, Tim didn't dare to have the slightest suspicion, there are too many government spies lurking in the city now, and there is an explosion attack in three or five days, and many people who surrendered to the demon army have been attacked, and the revenge for these attacks is becoming more and more ruthless.

Just yesterday, a neighborhood on weekdays was identified by Rand as a government spy development downline, and then was shot on the spot by the demon's servant army, that is, the Holy Light servant army in Rand's mouth, and even the interrogation was waived.

As soon as the door opened, Tim stammered, "I'm so sorry, Rand, I just ......"

Before he could say anything, Rand, who weighed two hundred pounds, slapped him in the face: "Damn skinny monkey, who asked you to call me by my name, remember, you can call me Lord Rand, Lord Rand, Lord Rand, and Lord Rand, but you must not be disrespectful to me in the slightest!"

Tim, who weighed only about a hundred pounds, was directly whipped away by this slap, but he still quickly got up, nodded and said: "Dear Excellency Rand, what you taught me is that I don't know the size and don't know how to be humble ......"

Rand nodded with satisfaction, turned his head and said a few words to the Holy Light Servants behind him, and two Holy Light Servants with the latest submachine guns and shotguns walked in, and after rummaging through the cabinets and taking away his last bit of value, he nodded to Rand: "Only himself, not harboring others." ”

Rand sneered and said to Tim: "Put on the cleanest clothes and gather in the square to the west, the Holy Light Army will make files and arrange work for you, and you won't need the original money and things, and then the Holy Light Army will give you a bunch of pigs to eat and drink!"

"Yes, Lord Rand, I'll go, I'll go. Tim nodded and said as he watched the gang leave, then looked at his messed room in distraction, and went to the closet like a walking corpse, picked out the cleanest and most decent clothes, and began to put them on—he didn't dare to disobey Rand's orders.

"Although...... I used to work under the damned capitalists, working at least fourteen hours a day, sometimes working overtime, but at least I could get a salary and a little bit of my own personal property, but now, these demons ......" Tim muttered as he shook the somewhat pale clothes on his hands, and some kind of warm liquid seemed to be surging in his eyes.

"Phew!"

A somewhat muffled voice rang out, the last thing Tim could hear, and behind him, a soldier of the Servants of the Holy Light stood, holding a latest-type shotgun with the muzzle still steaming.

"Nostalgic for the old days, resentful of the Holy Light Army, this is a potential rebel member. The Holy Light servant blew out the muzzle of the gun and said slowly.

Rand next to him nodded, and said righteously: "Yes, the sooner this potential threat is eliminated, the better, otherwise the adults of the Holy Light Army will track it down, and we will all have the sin of negligence." ”