In 757, it is the last month of winter.

    Nearly four months have passed since the arrival of the demon army. During this period of time, the Federation adopted the "air space integration" mode of operation, blocking the demons in the devil''s sea and making it impossible to get close to the mainland.

    However, the fierce fighting day after day inevitably leads to casualties. So far, the federal air force has lost more than 80 fighters and killed as many as 170 pilots.

    For the vast majority of civilians, except for the news about the war in the radio and newspapers every day, there seems to be little change in other aspects. At least there is no such "war in disorder" posture, and social order is still in good order.

    Oh, there are two other differences.

    First, there are more and more "militia" carrying guns around.

    The "national armed forces program" led by the government often organizes civilians to participate in military training, either to engage in armed cross-country or various kinds of target shooting.

    In addition, the militiamen are responsible for patrolling the streets. No matter day or night, they can always see groups of militiamen wandering in the streets with serious expressions.

    Second, the production in the factory is getting busier and busier.

    In the past, most factories used to work in a "three shift" mode. But now, the number of orders placed by government departments has soared, and all factories are busy expanding production. Due to the shortage of manpower, they have all changed to a "two shift" mode.

    There is no way. Who can make it a "wartime production system"? The Federal Labor Department has relaxed its control on working hours. As long as overtime is not too severe, civil servants turn a blind eye.

    The only ones who are as happy as before are the students in the school. Their holidays are not less. Even because the parents are busy with their work and don''t have much time to discipline, the children''s days become happier.

    Tim, a sophomore at the third national high school in tiekuicheng, Republic of white antelope, is one of them.

    "Dong Dong!"

    Early in the morning, the knock on the door awakened the young man who was sleeping in bed. A familiar and gentle girl came into the room.

    "Honey, we went to the factory to work overtime. You stay at home and do your homework well! The food has been prepared in the kitchen. If you are hungry, just heat it up... "

    "All right, mom!"

    The young man covered his head with a soft quilt and replied.

    "Kalian, we don''t have much time. We have to send Jamie and mayvis to the trusteeship home as soon as possible, and then go to work in the factory..."

    "I see. You go and hold Jamie, take the two little ones'' bottles, and I''ll bring mayvis..."

    Then there was a rush of footsteps, mixed with the children''s "babbling" voice. Finally, with the "bang" sound of closing the door, the house was quiet again.

    Ten year old boy, is in the age of drowsiness, Tim quickly fell asleep in the past.

    The so-called "trusteeship home" is a welfare institution set up by the federal government for ordinary civilians six years ago.

    For children under the age of 0-8, when their parents work, they can send their children to the trusteeship home and entrust staff to take care of them. The trusteeship home not only provides three meals a day to ensure rich nutrition, but also has a playground for children to play in.

    Most importantly, the above services are free of charge.

    However, if you want to enjoy this free service, there is a prerequisite, that is, both parents must have formal jobs. If the mother is a housewife, the nursing home will refuse to accept her children.

    The federal government encourages the participation of civilians to alleviate the labor shortage.

    ……

    I don''t know how long I''ve been lying in bed. Suddenly, there''s a loud, harsh roar in the sky, which wakes Tim''s sweet sleep.

    He murmured, "Silver Angel again." he reached out and rubbed his sleepy eyes. As he was about to change his sleeping position, something suddenly happened.

    "No!"

    The boy "Shua" opened the quilt, flurried and put on a chinchilla sweater. He even had no time to put on his trousers, so he opened the bedroom door and rushed into the living room like a gust of wind.

    The magic clock hanging on the wall clearly indicates the present time - 9:35.

    "Damn it, I overslept again The appointment with Locke is 10 o''clock, only 25 minutes... "

    The boy dressed as fast as he could, finished personal washing, picked up two bacon and mushroom rice balls in the kitchen, and then rushed out of the door with his schoolbag.

    At the end of the last month of winter, there is still a lot of unfused snow on the streets. The low green plants on both sides of the concrete road look bleak in the cold wind of the plateau.

    Although today is the weekend, there are still not many pedestrians on the street. It looks rather cold and quiet. Only a magic truck full of goods gallops past and rushes to the other side of the city.

    When Tim ran to the bus stop breathlessly, he immediately heard the clear "Ding Ling".

    A 10 meter long magic bus, with a gray exhaust pipe erected at the rear, emits a stream of gray exhaust gas. The huge body painted blue is slowly moving forward, and the side of the body is written with a striking number - 8."Hey, Mr. driver, wait for me!"

    The boy cried out with all his strength, waving his arms and running wildly.

    "Bata Bata... "

    Behind the schoolbag with running posture, constantly swing up and down, regular patting his ass, it seems to teach this dishonest schoolboy.

    Fortunately, through the rear-view mirror, the kind-hearted driver saw the embarrassed figure of the boy, stepped on the brake, and the magic pneumatic brake made a "hiss" sound, holding the 1-meter-high wheel tightly.

    Tim climbed onto the bus and pulled out his trousers several times, only to find that his student ID card had been left at home.

    Looking at the middle-aged driver, he said with a sad face:

    "sorry, sir, I may have forgotten to bring my student ID card."

    In federal cities, students are a privileged group. With their student ID cards, they can take buses, subways and other public transportation for free.

    Of course, small cities like tiekui City, with a total population of less than 150000 and a underdeveloped economy, only have buses and no such tall things as subway.

    The driver waved his hand with a smile:

    "forget it, go to the car and take a seat I know your schoolbag. My son is in the third national middle school, too

    "Thank you, sir!"

    The boy politely thanks, after sitting on the seat, he has a chance to eat a cold rice ball.

    ……

    30 minutes later, the No.8 bus arrived at Beishan Park Station in the north of the city.

    As soon as Tim jumped out of the car, he heard his friends complain:

    "asshole, we''ve been waiting for you for at least 20 minutes!"

    "Why don''t you have any idea of time? It''s clearly agreed that we should meet at 10 o''clock..."

    Tim had to be careful for a while before he used the promise of "please have a little cake" to calm down the dissatisfaction of his friends.

    Then, a tall boy, the "Locke" in his mouth, excitedly said:

    "guys, start taking risks!"