Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

For Iyer, the days are day after day, neither good nor bad.

He used to think that there was no difference between being a soldier or a worker. They both had meals on time, were called to and fro, and they all did the same job every day.

As a Biagun soldier, he has no sense of honor, or he doesn't know what honor is at all, it's just a profession.

If there is any difference between being a soldier and being a worker, it is that her sister is married to a major in Biagun. Through this relationship, he will not be bullied in the army, will have more food, and will meet with his superiors. Colleagues will give him a certain amount of respect, and when there is extra money, he will get a share.

The usual tasks are also easier.

But in general, he used to feel that being a soldier is no different from being a worker.

Even the latter is more free.

The salary is paid every day, and if you have the money, you can buy wine, hold the radio, and dance with a few friends you just met for one day. If you run out of money the next day, you can go to work.

Soldiers will be subject to some restrictions.

Of course, that was just what I thought.

He doesn't think so now.

Because of the war, because Biagan declared war on Comora, his brother-in-law, Major Osas, was appointed commander-in-chief of the expeditionary army, and he followed his brother-in-law and entered the neighboring country.

... It is not very accurate to say that it is a kill.

Because they had never experienced a battle from beginning to end, and when they stepped into Comora, the enemy's army had been defeated, the city was unmanned, and the barracks were completely vacated, as if the king had declared that the enemy was afraid of Biagan strength, so look out for the wind and flee.

But what was going on, Iyer didn't care, of course he didn't want to fight, and he had already experienced more fun and fun than fighting.

And understand the... privilege of being a soldier.

Walking on the streets of the enemy country with guns, people will be afraid, bow their heads, and avoid them. They can openly break into the houses of rich people, collect their food and wealth, and just wave their guns and put on a fierce look. , people dare not resist, they can take whatever they want at will.

He's had a lot of fun these days.

There are imported foreign sweets, and there are gold jewelry around his neck and wrists, but his favorite is from the Chinese.

On that day, he followed his brother-in-law into a Chinese house in Sang Mili. The brother-in-law sent someone to arrest all the Chinese. As for why, Iyer didn't care, but after all the Chinese were taken away, it was empty. The house became an unguarded treasure trove, and with a gun, he fiercely grabbed the rights to the first raids and found the best things in it.

DVDs, CDs, and many more.

He prefers things like movies to food and clothes.

Because he can only eat imported foreign delicacies once in a while, while foreigners seem to be able to eat them every day. They live in very tall houses, drive very good cars, and eat very good food. If you can't get the ones in the movie, it's good to see them first.

What he likes to watch are those American blockbusters, because many Americans will die, and he is very happy to watch them.

Those good-eating Americans who live in high-rise buildings enjoy good things they never knew in their entire lives, and it's a good show that they die.

But he knew it was fake and made up.

In fact, Americans are still enjoying delicious food, luxury cars and good clothes in tall houses. The last time this country was beaten up by outsiders was almost 20 years ago.

The thought of this made Iyer depressed.

Why do Americans live in big houses and they can only live in small houses, why Americans live so well, but people in Biagun are so bad, he doesn't know what the problem is, this problem is too esoteric for a black man like him , so he had another idea.

The pleasant experience of the invaders the other day gave him an impulse.

When can I go to the US to grab one?

He robbed the house of the Chinese, and the Chinese are very rich, so everyone has gained, and now there are still people who quietly go to the Chinese house to find things.

I heard that the United States is richer than China. When can we rob Americans?

He didn't know, it was just an idea after all. Now he is sitting in the monitoring room, looking at the image flashing in front of the screen. This is another super beautiful American blockbuster, and it is already the second one.

The monitoring room is an easy job. My brother-in-law asked him to stare at the goods in the warehouse. Don't let those petty guys take anything away. Iyer just glanced at it from time to time. How can it be considered stealing?

Most of his energy is focused on the film.

Wonderful scenes, lifelike computer effects.

The movie is called "Transformers".

He likes the Decepticons, they kill Americans with great joy.

He had already finished the first one, this was the second one, the story was staged to the part where the Decepticons besieged and killed Optimus Prime, Iyer held his breath, looked at the flashing light and shadow on the screen, and praised attentively.

"Fuck, Optimus Prime is really fierce, but where are the bumblebees? Are they just watching?"

He muttered to himself, but the next moment, the monitoring room was dark.

Only the fade-out flash before the monitor suddenly shuts down.

"...shxt!"

Iyer jumped to his feet, took off his earphones, and growled, "These **** Ngers! Must be secretly charging the tablet and radio again!!"

He picked up the gun angrily and pushed the door out. This is the second floor, and below is the wide warehouse. He shouted: "come-on! man! what's-wrong! motherfu..."

"boom!"

The next moment, the wall of the warehouse was smashed, and an armed Humvee rushed in violently, the dust was raised, the smoke dispersed, and the violent shock caused the startled Iyer to fall to the ground.

Then, his eyes widened.

Under the gaze of more than 20 Biagun soldiers holding guns in the warehouse, the armed Humvee made a sonorous and crisp metal squeak. The roof of the car is unfolded, the limbs and trunk are combined, and the robot with the smell of gunpowder and iron blood stands up on the ground!

"Surprise!" the Autobot yelled, "motherfxcker!"

Guns roared.

The black people screamed violently in unison, and then opened fire. The firepower of the assault rifles was intertwined in salvos, and the robot's left hand vibrated, and a thick and terrifying chainsaw buzzed.

Iyer rolled on the floor, crawling and wriggling.

- What a joke! I have seen that movie!

Blood, guns, splattered blood, scattered human bodies, and debris splashed around him constantly. Iyer was almost stunned and tried his best to escape from the fire escape.

It was even more chaotic outside, there were corpses everywhere, violent fires erupted from the power distribution room and the backup power station, and there were even faint sounds of explosions, all of which were like purgatory.

"NO! NONONONONONO!"

There was even a whistling of bullets in the air, screams and even explosions in the distance, and the flames continued to spew, as if explosions were everywhere, and he even heard the roar of the Decepticons.

"Father!"

-dad?

He couldn't care less, and he rolled and crawled to his brother-in-law's command post.

Rushing all the way up to the second floor, turning a blind eye to the people who questioned him, here is also a mess.

"Brother-in-law... no, sir! Sir!"

He pushed open the door, and his brother-in-law, Major Osas, was cursing loudly, slamming the phone to the ground: "Why did the phone line break too! Damn it! What the **** happened!"

The major was taking out his phone when he heard the movement and raised his head.

"Iyer! What the **** happened! I want you to watch the surveillance! Why didn't you report it!"

Iyer was sweating profusely.

He ran desperately, ran here, and finally heaved a sigh of relief, but the endless fear surged up, and his body was even stained with blood, and he could still think of the screams of his companions and the roar of the Decepticon, bullets, and electricity. The roar of the saw is simply the call of death.

He even regretted running here, and should have escaped quietly.

The commander's question resounded in his ears.

Othus growled: "Who is it! How many are they! Who is attacking us! Tell me!"

His hand has already touched the mobile phone. This is an unexpected situation. It is necessary to call the group of people... This is not the same as what was promised! Why is there this attack!

But before contacting those people, he needed to figure out who had launched the attack.

The major's eyes were fixed on Iye Yasu, and when he saw the other party's collapse, he shouted: "Speak!"

"Yes Yes…"

Iyer hugged his head and shouted: "Yes... it's fxcking Transformers! I saw it with my own eyes! An armed Hummer transformed into a terrifying robot! Kill anyone! Very ferocious! Like a demon, it must be It's a fxcking Decepticon!"

"…"

The roars and explosions outside still continued, and there was a commotion in the corridor, but at this time, Major Osas in the office still felt absurd.

"Are you a fool! I warned you not to watch **** American movies on duty! They use this fxcking stuff to deceive people all over the world! It's a white man's conspiracy!"

He growled, "Before I blow your head off..."

Iyer was almost scared to pee, he was close to collapse, howling: "It's true! Americans have been deceiving the world! Area 51 exists! Their technology is all from fxcking Megatron It was analyzed from the body! They have long been in collusion with the Decepticons!"

He beat his chest and said madly: "I have long felt that something is wrong! How could the Americans of motherfxcker cooperate with Optimus Prime! They obviously can chat with Megatron better!"

Osas was furious, pulled out his pistol, and aimed it at his brother-in-law's head: "You..."

"That's right! That's right! I heard it!" The little officer remembered something and said loudly, "I heard that Decepticon calling my father! I know who is coming to beat us!"

"—it's fxcking Michael Bay!"

"It's fxcking Michael Bay with his fxcking Decepticon son to kill us! No wonder there are so many explosions! His motherfxcker loves to blow up!"

- This guy has gone completely crazy!

Othus was hesitating whether to pull the trigger and kill the idiot, but the next moment, his eyes widened.

With the loud noise, the walls were shattered, the windows shattered, and a giant metal hand hammered through the walls, penetrated into the house, and grabbed Iyer in his hand.

The black major's mind went blank as he stared at the hand of steel so close at hand, every knuckle, the interlocking gears and levers, and the rough, cold surface.

The steel hand clenched slightly.

A series of bone cracks sounded, and poor Iyer's body became twisted, like a tomato in his hand, deformed, red juice poured out from everywhere, and his eyes were still wide.

Looking at Major Osas, full of pain and pleading.

Gravels and sawdust continued to fall, the hand of steel was withdrawn, and the body of the little officer was thrown aside at will. The sluggish Major Osas witnessed all this, and witnessed a terrifying head rising from the first-floor window, staggered. Metal parts, sonorous vibrating sound, those purple eyes.

A terrifying giant robot is watching itself.

The major's legs were shaking.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the robot's other hand carefully lift up, support a man, and send the man through the hole on the second floor. The man was also holding a ridiculously large rifle.

Is fxcking Michael Bay.

...no, it's not.

Major Osas took two steps back, almost tripped over the chair, and the door was pushed open at once, but the next moment, gunshots rang out, and the soldiers who rushed in stood up straight and fell back, and the part above the neck was completely shattered. The twitching body splattered a stream of blood.

The black major, who was just about to take action, froze in place. He couldn't see how Kant shot, but only saw a hallucinatory afterimage, and the exaggeratedly large rifle seemed to be pointed at him all the time.

But it was not an illusion, because the muzzle and the room were filled with the smoke of burning gunpowder.

"Hello, bro."

Kant pulled down the scarf, revealing his own face, a Chinese face.

Osas suddenly showed a look of surprise, because the face was too young, and it was inexplicably familiar, as if he had seen it there.

He murmured: "You..."

The thick gun muzzle has already come over.

The barrel of the gun, which became hot due to frequent firing, was directly attached to the opponent's face. The major suddenly let out a miserable and painful cry. Kant took out the satellite phone and dialed the number.

"Kirov," he said. "Translation."

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PS1: Second update! Four thousand words! Sleep, sleep, sleep, good night everyone!