Chapter 1250
My Empire Chapter 1250
2020-11-24
Chapter 1250 1252 Luhmann's DepressionJust when Burrison was thinking about whether he was a philosophical question like a human being At that time, a beautiful man walked up to him.
Yes, it is beauty - this man can only be described by beauty, because he seems to be more enchanting than the female elves around him.
The man pointed at the orchid and gave Burrison a military salute, and then covered his mouth charmingly and said with a smile: "Second Construction Legion Chief of Staff, Shirley salutes you."
Harold felt that a certain part of his body had reacted shamefully, so he could only bend slightly to hide his predicament.
Berryson coughed, then lowered his voice and instructed: "Don't be so disgusting, or I'll send you to brotherl..."
He After thinking about it for a long time, I found the more elegant word brother in the divine language to express clearly what I wanted to say.
The man named Shirley could only put away his twists, coughed, and said, "I don't want to, who would like to be a woman more?"
A man who is more charming than a woman, and a very dangerous Demon Race man, is really... exciting.
Just when Harold began to wonder if his orientation was abnormal, out of the corner of his eye he saw that Burrison was also hunching slightly, so he laughed, laughing. of unscrupulous.
Anyway, everyone in the army is used to this kind of thing. It's okay to whistle at the female Elf Race or something, and generally don't really get beaten.
However, it was not the unlucky guy who was not chased away by the female Elf Race with a long sword. At this time, the entire military camp would be filled with joy.
The next second, Harold realized how speechless the combination in front of him was.
They have a Beastman Race girl who is more manly than man, and a clansman who is more woman than woman, plus a female elf with pointed ears, and a Werewolf, a disabled man with a robotic arm...
"2000 Beastman Race warriors, 100 Elf Race warriors...he's really strong." Burrisson looked at his arm. Tablet PC, sighed with emotion.
Marvin was not at the landing site, so Burrison was apparently temporarily the top commander here again.
He looked at Sona, the Corps Head who built the Legion, and ordered: "The Rock Empire has no intention of surrendering, and Marvin wants us to create some more pressure on them."
Finding the map he wanted on the tablet, Burrisson pointed to a spot on it, and instructed Sona and Aria: "Let your people press forward and defeat these natives in the way the natives are best at, I think this may be a more intuitive pressure that they can understand."
Although the weapons of the puppet troops are powerful, this kind of crushing makes the opponent always think about how to counterattack, this kind of mentality The Alanhill Empire is really very familiar.
Whether it is facing an empire like Arrant Dothan or a Magic Empire like the Holy Demon Emperor, there are always people who feel that with a little effort, they will be able to win at close range.
The three major delusions in life: melee combat is good for me, I can fight back, she likes me... No way, even if you don't want to admit it, there are still countless people.
Now that you know what the Rock Empire thinks, it's easy to put pressure on them in a targeted manner.
As long as they beat the other party in what they think they are good at, their faith will collapse and their courage will disappear - then surrender, as it should be by rights.
Luhmann felt that his luck was really bad recently because he saw reinforcements from the Alanhill Empire.
If he had met Elf Race first, he would have felt that the Alanhill Empire must be a beautiful, prosperous, and desirable Divine Immortal country.
Unfortunately, the first thing he saw was the neat formation of the Alanhill Imperial Orc army passing through the city!
This army has a tyrannical aura all over it, and its height alone is enough to deter most of the enemy's powerful armies.
The Orcs are a powerful existence in the sports of the Alanhill Empire, the second place in basketball all the year round. They meet the Dragon Clan team in the finals every year, and then they are beaten 152 to 73. Runner-up trophy.
Of course, this does not affect the Beastman Race's complete abuse of other race basketball teams. They play basketball teams of other races, basically with a score of 152 to 73.
As for the dwarves, they reject the sport of basketball. Their traditional advantage is to drink twenty-five glasses of beer...
The orcs in neat armor are still the same. face looks sinister, they hold long spears made of fine iron, lined up in four columns, and walk forward slowly.
Those shiny spear tips swayed slightly from side to side following their steps, forming a sharp and sharp forest.
"One, two, one! One, two, one!" The strong officer walking beside the queue, holding the long sword on his waist, sang the password loudly, urging the battallion to move forward in an orderly manner.
Standing next to such a team, Luman felt the smallness of his life. In the face of such an army, humans using traditional cold weapons, the chance of winning is infinitely close to zero!
"How about it? What you see is just the weakest army in our empire." Marvin said introduced with a smile: "We can destroy your city with just a wave of our hand. ...So, don't waste our patience."
"Sir, sir..." After considering his words, Luman still felt that using the word "adult" was more direct and down-to-earth. On the one hand, such a title can show his respect, and on the other hand, it can also be almost congruent...
He paused, and continued to Ma Wen: "I...I think...after watching it. After a battle, persuade General Fokker to let them disband the army."
For Luhmann, this was just a vision he could only see when he was dreaming. Humans, as Sect Masters, drive terrifying armies like demons to fight for themselves.
Scenes like this not only reflect the dignity of human beings, but also highlight the power of human beings. It is simply a dreamlike scene.
Luhmann felt that if he could become a human in such an empire, he would be very happy. So he decided to give it a try, try to persuade General Fokker to stop trying to resist.
"Yes!" Marvin nodded slightly without any hesitation, turned and left the street. Luman followed behind him cautiously, his expression more cautious and solemn.
(end of this chapter)