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Will Jones, a former European intelligence dealer and current director of the Employment Guidance Center, keenly smelled the unstable atmosphere in the air.

Although there is still a peaceful atmosphere now, there are swords and shadows under the surface of peace.

In other words, Jones's fear of death radar detected a major event that may endanger his life!

As an excellent intelligence dealer, Jones is not good at anything, but the number one fear of death. In order to save his life, he is not just a cunning rabbit with three burrows, but a cunning rabbit with three hundred burrows! If he hadn't met the devil by chance, he would definitely still be out there!

He walked back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back, thinking about where the danger came from.

Is it a war launched by other countries against Louis? But what does this have to do with him? Hasn't the Holy See decided to send the Inquisition to try the initiator of the war?

Of course, this information is still confidential, and it stands to reason that Jones should not understand the language used by the natives here.

However, Jones was a spy for Britain, France, Belgium and Germany at the same time. If he couldn't even find this information, he would have died long ago. The language here was not very complicated for Jones. It took him almost a month to master the language, but he just didn't show it on the surface.

So he also understood that this was not hell in the traditional sense. The devil just habitually called his territory in the human world hell. At present, only the Louis Empire on this continent was included in the devil's territory, but Jones believed that it would not be long before the entire continent would become the devil's territory. By then, the human world would be hell.

Since it had nothing to do with the recent war, Jones began to consider other aspects.

Is it because he has been slacking off at work recently, and the devil doesn't like him?

It shouldn't be. He has been working diligently recently, and he has finally made countless bigwigs establish the concept of professional equality with great effort, so that they deeply understand what it means that there are top talents in all 360 professions.

Jones' achievements during this period include but are not limited to successfully getting Mexican drug lords to switch to pig farming, Italian mafia godfathers to switch to cattle herding, Russian KKK leader to switch to chicken feeding, and African terrorist organization leader to switch to tractor driving...

At the work summary meeting a few days ago, His Majesty the Demon King specifically praised him and awarded him the honorable title of "Top Ten Employees"!

Just when Jones was puzzled, Lawrence pushed open the door of the office and walked in swaggeringly.

Jones frowned and scolded: "Why didn't you knock when you came in? Did I let you in?"

Lawrence snorted coldly, glared at the pretentious old dog, and said coldly: "His Majesty the Demon King has issued a new task."

"I will lead the team to attack those countries that have rebelled."

Jones' eyes went dark, and he finally understood where this sense of crisis came from.

He was hoping for the best, "Didn't you say that the Inquisition should take the lead?"

Lawrence pointed at him expressionlessly, then at himself, "From today on, you are the deputy director of the Inquisition, and I am the director, and you are under my charge."

Jones was horrified, and still made his last struggle, "I am very busy, and the Employment Guidance Center cannot do without me."

Lawrence sneered, ruthlessly tearing his last hope, "The Demon King believes that with your ability to receive the salaries of four national intelligence agencies at the same time without going bankrupt, you can be the deputy director of the Inquisition while being the director of the Employment Guidance Center."

Jones:...Sure enough, the Demon King and the black-hearted capitalists are birds of a feather!

At this point, it seems that he has no way out and can only accept his fate.

He sighed, regained the professionalism of an intelligence dealer, and asked seriously: "How many soldiers do we have?"

Lawrence said coldly: "222 people."

Jones widened his eyes, almost doubting his ears, "Do you know how many people are there on the other side? Even if there are only a few, there must be tens of thousands! Aren't the more than 200 of us going up to die?"

"Oh, I forgot to count the 1,000 pigs raised by Francisco, the thousands of chickens raised by the Russians, and the more than 200 cows raised by the Italians." Lawrence told a cold joke seriously : "Think about it this way, we still have a lot of soldiers."

Jones thought, "... There seems to be such a battle in ancient times, using cows and pigs to charge and break the enemy's formation."

Lawrence looked wooden and looked at him with incredible eyes: "You are dreaming. These beasts are the property we paid for His Majesty. In his eyes, they are much more valuable than us. I was just joking just now, why did you take it seriously?"

Jones took a deep breath. If he was not outmatched in terms of force, he really wanted to smash Lawrence's head.

Jones slapped his head, "Oh, right, we have guns. No matter how fast the opponent's wizard can chant spells, our bullets are not as fast as ours. We can just kill a few thousand people to establish our authority."

Lawrence said coldly, "You can't use guns. His Majesty the Demon King needs a large number of people to do hard labor for infrastructure construction recently. These are ready-made human resources. His Majesty asked us to capture as many of the opponent's troops alive as possible."

Jones completely collapsed, "Then what do you think we should do? I'm just an intelligence officer. Are you going to let me go to the battlefield and fight with soldiers with bayonets?"

Now, it was Lawrence's turn to look at him like an idiot.

He raised his chin and said triumphantly: "Why are you so stupid? There is a reason why you can only be the deputy director! The director can only be a smart person like me!"

Jones: ? ? ?

...

Nat is a madman, everyone who knows him says so.

He, a madman, should have been sent to the gallows and hanged, but the king declared war on the Louis Empire.

So he was taken from prison to the battlefield to serve as cannon fodder.

He had no armor, was wrapped in tattered linen clothes, and the only weapon in his hand was a long stick. After all, he was just a death row prisoner.

Nat and other death row prisoners stumbled in front, with the sharp blades of the soldiers behind them. Anyone who dared to retreat would be executed on the spot. But correspondingly, if they could survive on the battlefield, their crimes would be pardoned and they would become free people.

Nat moved forward numbly, knowing that he would die.

He didn't expect to survive.

After passing through the forest, the border of the Louis Empire finally appeared in front of them, but the scene on the border shocked Nat, and his pupils, which were as calm as dead water, shook violently.

That, that is——

"Monsters!!"

"God, save us!"

"The devil crawled out of hell!"

All kinds of exclamations rang in Nat's ears one after another. He swallowed his saliva. If it weren't for the sharp tip of the knife behind him, he would have instinctively run away at the first time.

Yes, there were rows of terrifying and hideous monsters waiting for them quietly near the border!

Their bodies shone coldly in the sun, their huge claws danced back and forth in the air, and their bodies burst into low and terrifying roars, as if they couldn't wait to tear them into pieces!

Nat closed his eyes and showed a silent miserable smile. He has always been regarded as a claw of the devil and a heretic to be burned to death. If the fact is really like that, at least he can save his life now.

The soldiers behind him were also in an uproar, and many of them hesitated.

"Don't retreat, attack! We have the help of the magicians! God of Light is above, we will never be afraid of the devil's tricks!"

The word "magician" gave the soldiers infinite courage. They firmly grasped the swords in their hands and sternly urged Nat and others to fight.

Nat smiled bitterly, grasped the long stick in his hand and rushed out.

Unfortunately, he can no longer explore the mystery of life.

...

Jones sat on the tractor, looking at the ragged vanguard not far away, and was a little surprised.

Although he had long known that the level of productivity development here was equivalent to the Middle Ages, and the lives of the lower-class people were extremely poor, but what was the difference between wearing rags and holding a long stick and going to the battlefield like this and sending yourself to death?

He glanced at Lawrence, who was sitting in the cab of the excavator next to him, and was a little jealous, "Why are you an excavator and I am a tractor?"

The excavator is much safer! There are windshields all around, and the operating room is relatively high, so it can't be hurt by knives and guns. It's almost a low-end version of a tank! But the tractor is different. There is nothing to resist around it, and it is low. Any soldier can pull it off the horse. It's too unsafe!

Lawrence curled his lips, "You are just a spectator, why do you need such a cool mount?"

Seeing the enemy cannon fodder getting closer and closer, Lawrence raised the white loudspeaker and shouted: "Excavator brigade, get ready, everyone has an order, one... two... three, go! Knock them all away!"

As soon as the voice fell, dozens of excavators rushed out in a mighty manner, and the rolling dust waves raised successfully made Jones cough heart-wrenchingly.

He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and sat on the tractor calmly, not worried about the "magician" in the other party's mouth.

If he was right, the opponent's magician would have been captured by His Majesty the Demon King long ago.

Without the magician, who can stop their excavator brigade? Who else? ! [Hen Runs]

Jones sat on the tractor, feeling full of pride and fearlessness.

With the excavator in hand, the world is mine!

…

The Louis Empire.

Le Jing sat lazily on the throne, with more than a dozen magicians tied up below, being watched by the civil and military ministers headed by the king.

These dozen magicians were tied up by Le Jing on the battlefield ten minutes ago. Without the help of these magicians, the outcome of the war would have been completely unpredictable.

Le Jing tapped the handle with his index finger, thinking about how to arrange these dozen magicians.

He asked humbly: "What are your specialties?"

"Go to hell, Demon King! We will not surrender to you!"

"Kill us if you dare!"

"Our army will definitely wipe out the Louis Empire to avenge us!"

"You are so energetic... What should I ask you to do? Let me think... Ah, I got it." The black-haired boy on the throne tilted his head, his eyes full of smiles, and said: "You go to plant trees."

"One hundred thousand trees per person, I can let you go after planting. How about it, is it an easy task to complete?"

The Demon King crossed his long legs, leaned back in the chair, and smiled implicitly, "After all, I am not a devil."