Serve. Their land will also become the home of mankind!

My relatives, please live bravely. If there is heaven, we will be there, watching you happily and proudly, and praying for you forever.

Farewell, humanity, and if there is God, may God bless you.

"Didi, Didi. ”

The mechanical chime echoed in the small room, extremely careful, and even sounded like a grievance that had to disturb people's dreams. The three tones are neither long nor short, and the intervals are also very clever, more than half a second is not so annoying, less than half a second, and not so obvious.

The chime continued, and the alarm went off for a long time, and it seemed that it finally thought that it probably couldn't wake up the sleeping person, and the sound that was still persisting just now suddenly stopped. The person on the bed turned over, and the sunlight fell on his face, reflecting a few red marks pressed from the edge of the pillow. The red seal moved suddenly, and he frowned.

"Fuck—"

Illuminated by the sun, not long after, the person lying on the bed suddenly opened his eyes and jumped up from the bed. He's a little skinny, or rather, a kid.

"You! I'm late!"

The alarm clock rang a few times aggrievedly. The little boy rummaged through the cabinets and began to look for clothes, and when the alarm clock suddenly rang again, as if to prove that he had not neglected his duties. The little boy was so frightened that he slammed his head against the closet door. He clutched his head and gave the alarm clock a vicious middle finger, and the disturbing sound came to an abrupt halt, then turned into a morning news broadcast that was not very clear.

"Sooner or later, I'll kill you. The little boy said that the resentment of hitting his head did not seem to be cleared. He struggled to clean himself up, took one last look at the alarm clock, grabbed the military hat hanging from the hanger and buckled it to his head, and pulled open the bedroom door. The living room in front of me is a mess, like a scene after an earthquake. He looked at the mess and patted his head in annoyance.

"Oh my God...... How much alcohol did I drink yesterday?"

He didn't think much of it, and rushed out of the house. Time is running out. That's why I didn't see the cream-stained card on the table.

In the northwest inland in early October, the sun is shining brightly and the sky is refreshingly blue. Closing the door with him, the little boy expertly sat into the dark green military jeep parked next to the house, bending down to twist the keys of the vehicle. With a foot on the accelerator, the jeep went away, leaving a roar. As if there was something missing, the little boy held the steering wheel with one hand, touched the glove box next to the stall with the other, and took out an aluminum sealed bag. The posture was a little awkward, he bit the wrapping paper and pulled it neatly, the aluminum seal was torn, the little boy gobbled it up, and ate the compressed biscuits inside in two bites.

It's much more comfortable now, from mood to appetite. The dark green steel beast whirled around the road, bringing up a row of loess flying. The occasional horn is a rough and direct reminder to people who are getting ready to go to work or get out of bed to stay safe – if you hear it, it's best to take refuge in a trench or not come out altogether.

"Squeak!"

The bulletproof tires dragged brake marks more than ten meters long on the ground, and the big guy weighing 3.9 tons finally barely stopped. The little boy poked his head out of the window and slammed his horn at the closed door in front of the car.

"Who's on duty today? Don't you hurry up and open the door! The master is going to be late, whose subsidy is deducted?"

The crisp shouting of children and the roar of the engine of the military jeep still failed to open the door. The little boy jumped out of the car, trotted to the guardhouse, kicked it, and the explosion-proof shoe soles of hard ceramic sandwiched smashed on the iron door at a speed of unknown meters per second, but the collision between the two sides ended in a somewhat regrettable draw. The doors are still closed, and the explosion-proof combat boots are still understated and sturdy. Inside the door, the young man who was sleeping with his head covered on the bed rolled down in fright.

"I say, disturbing people's dreams in ancient times was to be tied to the stake and burned to death!"

The young man staggered to the door, rubbing his eyes. The little boy looked furious, but the young man didn't seem to notice, wiped his eyes, took off the military hat on the little boy's head, put it on his head, and rubbed the little boy's hair. Probably too angry, this black hair feels like a hedgehog. The little boy fanned away the big hand that was raging on his head, and jumped up to grab his hat back.

"Don't talk in your dreams!Don't open the door quickly!Master's allowance for this month——"

"Stop shouting. The young man shrugged, "Your allowance for this month was deducted last Tuesday afternoon." Besides, with your pitiful salary, the bureau will still rob it? Instead of jumping here with me in shock, it is better to just take a little leisure. You know, in ancient times, a babbling kid like you would have been immersed in a pig cage. ”

"Up...... Last Tuesday......"

The little boy suddenly fell silent and muttered, "Last Tuesday, it was ......"

"The fourth day of the month. ”

The young man sighed, turned back into the house, and came out with two ice creams in his hands. He shoved one into the little boy's hand. "Congratulations, you've broken your record again. He said.

The autumn breeze is pleasant and the sun is warm. Under the mottled and scattered spots of light in the shadow of the plane trees, two boys, one older and one young, sat on the hood in front of the green military jeep, quietly munching on the ice cream in their hands. The big feet in slippers and the little feet wrapped in explosion-proof military boots swayed around in the air, just shaking out a little bit of peace. On the other side of the iron gate, a few little boys passed by with a thick stack of documents, and when they saw the two of them leisurely like this, they couldn't help but feel a sense of grievance in their hearts.

"Ye Chenghai, you're lazy again!" they shouted. The two men ignored them, and the little boys had to walk to the iron gate on their own. However, they were still unwilling, and they still chattered, and the one in the lead turned around and shouted: "Be careful that the director asks someone to deduct your allowance again!"

"Go, go, go, no big, no small. ”

The little boy named Ye Chenghai pulled out the ice cream stick from his mouth and threw it vigorously, the wooden stick crossed a few meters away, and smashed it on the forehead of the little guy in the lead impartially. "I want to call the chief in the bureau!" Ye Chenghai said, he turned his head to the young man and said, "Brother, open the door." I can't say anything more about it. ”

After saying that, he also hit his head, and it was also an ice cream stick. "Call sir. The young man said. With that, he jumped off the hood and staggered into the porter and opened the iron door.

The green military jeep quietly entered the compound. The plaque hanging above the door reads nine black letters from the Deep Space Threat Defense Bureau. Spring comes and goes, clouds rise and fall, these words are quietly watching everything here, and nothing has changed today.

It's like a swallow that has been nesting behind a plaque for more than ten years, as usual.

"That's all we know. "Major Kingfisher

(End of chapter)