The demon army is here again.
Looking at the banners in the distance, Old Liang pulled out the last cigarette from his pocket. It had been stored in his shirt pocket for a long time and was somewhat crumpled.
"Old Liang, aren't you scared?" His assistant asked with a trembling voice as he used the binoculars to observe the dense horde of demons in the distance.
"What's there to be afraid of? I've been fighting here for twenty-one years. Those who weren't afraid and those who were afraid have all died before me. People, you know, if you're not afraid, it's trouble. If you die, so be it." A face covered in stubble, Old Liang nonchalantly finished speaking and used a match from the small platform near the machine gun position to light his cigarette.
This cigarette was no good. After being stored for so long, it was mixed with the smell of sweat. But recently, there had been no transportation to send cigarettes to the front-line soldiers.
