Call of Eschatology

In the end of life, there will be a fiery flame.

And the war is exactly the firewood salary that grows in flames.

As the deputy director of the quality inspection department of the 58th District of the Demon Core City Group, Mr. Winter has been flat for too long. The so-called war is only a noun in Mr. Winter's senses, but lacks any real sense.

But the mind of an adult is different from that of a child after all.

Maybe some young people with a scorching spirit in the middle two will have great hopes for the word war-the achievement and achievement is now! But for an adult like Mr. Winter, he knows exactly what a **** is like ...

Well, especially when the war comes to one's own head, this **** will turn into a trowel, wrapped around his neck, and I do not know when he will launch his final blow.

Sitting in the tent, there was a sleeping son beside him, and there was a gurgle in front of him. He didn't know what his wife was talking about. Mr. Winter looked up at the top of the tent and stared blankly at God until Winter He turned over and turned the quilt aside. Only then did Mr. Winter make the quilt lightly for Mr. Winter.

Looking at his son's immature face, Mr. Winter finally sighed.

"It's tidy ..."

As a civilian, Mr. Winter did not know how to deal with the upcoming war, but under the order of mobilization of war zero, such a trivial matter need not worry about Mr. Winter.

"Gather! Gather!"

The voice of the leader of his squad exploded outside the tent. Mr. Winter hurriedly hugged Little Winter, ignoring his eyes and waved at Mrs. Winter, and hurried out of the tent.

At the entrance, there is a large open space and countless tents.

In the tent, a mess of voices came out. A few moments later, a large number of refugee-like monsters came out in panic. They looked at the small captain standing in the middle of the open space, standing upright, and looked at each other for a while.

When the team leader saw these "armed refugees", he couldn't help sighing. He ignored the standing position of these "armed refugees" and did not meet the requirements of the military. He just shouted.

"The upper layer has completed the battle plan. We will be the 865412 team entering the gate of the Demon Realm. The order is higher. The transmission time will be set at this time three days later. Please prepare early."

"Now, I repeat the additional clauses in the War Zero Mobilization Order."

"After three days! Everyone will gather here. After the assembly, I will take you with you. Anyone who fails to catch up, or who does not knowingly, will be sentenced to death."

After speaking, the captain relaxed his standing position. He looked at the many green monsters in front of his face and couldn't help slowing down his speech and lowering his pitch.

At this moment, the captain's voice was softer than ever, but what he said was not so beautiful ...

"Everyone should know the order of the mobilization of the Zero War? Although this thing has not been activated before, once it is activated, it is the battle of the demons of our demons. Now the core city group is completely vacant, up to 1 year old children, The old demons who were paralyzed in bed were rushed to the battle zone and were about to enter the battlefield. I do n’t want to say that we will win this time. I ca n’t guarantee that everyone here can live, but believe me, compared to die on the battlefield The consequences of being a deserter are even more horrible ... "

"This is the experience that countless deserters have summed up with their lives ... so that's all for now, so be prepared."

As soon as the words were over, the captain turned away and waited until the figure of the captain disappeared completely, and a loud shout suddenly burst out!

"Mommy mommy!"

Mr. Winter turned back, and at a glance, he saw a little ancient demon who was larger than the little Wenter was crying—like a fuze. The little ancient devil's wailing instantly lit the "armed refugees" bad His emotions were mourning for a while, and the screaming was endless.

Mr. Winter's face was extremely ugly. He thought for a long time, still holding little Winter, holding Mrs. Winter's hand, and turned back to the tent.

"Well, no matter what? The child's parents are said to be serving in the Ninth Army, a lonely, weird little child ..."

Mrs. Winter said in broken words, obviously the mother's love in her heart was ignited by the young life.

However, Mr. Winter, just put the little Winter on the ground, then slumped to the ground, he lit a cigarette, and with a little smoke, Mr. Winter sighed deeply.

"No way ..."

"Zero Zero mobilization order, there will be no more civilians in this world."

When the avalanche arrived, no snowflake was innocent ...

And after enjoying the benefits brought by the frontline soldiers and enjoying a long and peaceful life, now it is finally time for their dedication.

After that, Mr. Winter took a hard breath and then extinguished his cigarette butts.

"Take a good rest."

...

Little Winter slept soundly ...

For three days, he slept soundly.

It may be that the parents were around, making Xiao Wente's heart full of sense of security. After three days, the sky had just brightened, and Xiao Wente opened his eyes and saw the armed parents.

Combat uniforms-able to withstand a certain degree of physical and energy attacks.

SS-class combat knives-this kind of garbage that can be produced in batches only by using special steel, even if it is allotted to armed refugees, the Demon Army does not feel sorry. Anyway, a lot of them are going to rot.

Then there is a simple tactical headset.

These three things together.

It looks prestigious, but everyone who knows it knows that even the equipment items on the cannon fodder are much more than the current Winter family ...

Mr. Winter knew this truth naturally. At this moment, his face was somber, seeming a little nervous and frightened. He gently pulled the crotch of the combat uniform, trying to relax himself slightly.

It wasn't until Mrs. Winter took the first two steps to arrange the clothes for her husband, and she walked to Little Winter for a moment. When Little Winter was at a loss, she put the trumpet combat suit on Little Winter. Body.

"Hold it!"

Finally, Mr. Winter stepped forward and placed a dark army stab in the hands of Little Winter.

The cold sensation came from the palm of his hand. Little Winter was unknown. So he just looked at his father until Mr. Winter held the little Winter gently, and the gentle words slowly poured into the eardrum of Little Winter.

"Wait in another world ... hurry up, don't let go."

"Also, if one day, mom and dad are gone, you have to know how to protect yourself."

"I hope we can live a peaceful life, but this world, did not give us this opportunity, I ..."

Talking, Mr. Winter's eye circles suddenly turned red, and the rest could no longer be said.

Until the harsh whistle blew suddenly, as if a sharp sword stuck in the heart, interrupted the last tenderness of the family.