Chapter 1251: Construction Corps

  Many races are actually more suitable for cosmic immigration than human beings. In some respects, they possess unique abilities that humans have never had before.

  For example, if the elves emigrate to the universe, they can plant greenery on the immigrant planet and obtain food supplies.

  Moreover, these gentle-looking, pointed-eared races also possess strong combat effectiveness and can face low-intensity wars alone.

  For another example, the orcs are also a race suitable for immigrants from the universe. They are willing to endure hardship, can endure long cosmic migrations, and can live for a long time on a planet with a harsh environment.

  These strong races are also full of fighting power. Just take out a few to form a team. If there are lion cavalry, they can even achieve one enemy and one hundred.

  Only humans have no advantages in many aspects. They are mediocre and have no characteristics, so when the Alanhill Empire expands, they can only play the role of auxiliary.

  The good news is that humans are the rulers of this empire. Those races that seem to have a lot of advantages are actually the losers who have been conquered!

  Moreover, on that high position of the ladder, there is a human emperor sitting! Therefore, mankind is not only an auxiliary of the expansion of the universe, but also a participant, even a commander!

   However, from a practical point of view, when forming the construction corps, the Ailanhill Empire chose most of the elves and orcs.

  These two races have first-rate development capabilities, so they were directly sent to the distant Hope 2 planet.

  The heavy airtight door slowly opened, and an unpleasant smell of sweat immediately diffused from the gap, just like the reentry compartment that had just landed, filled with livestock.

   However, when the airtight door was fully opened and the sun shining into the interior of the reentry cabin with dim light, a tall and strong figure? Stepped out with majestic steps.

  He blocked the sun in this world with his hand? Then he humped his back slightly and stepped on the land of the new world.

  This orc man twisted his sturdy neck? I took a look at the surrounding buildings that had been built for a little while? There was no expression on his face.

  Although he seems to be very imposing, it is a pity? Except for a pair of pants, he does not wear any clothes? This makes him domineering? More or less a little discount.

  "Starting to work!" He looked at a puppet robot standing beside the reentry cabin, opened his mouth, and said in a strong voice: "I hope you are ready."

   "We have melted 40 reentry cabins with the M674 type furnace shipped to us...your equipment? We are ready!"

  A naked female orc pushed away the tall male orc in front of her? She supported her fangs and held her chin up: "Get out! Don't get in the way!"

  There are two lightning patterns tattooed on her body, and the blood-red patterns pass through her plump breasts, one left and the other right. She shook her shoulders twice, and stretched her body: "Should you chop people first, or chop trees first?"

"..." The male orc who was pushed away by a hand of the female orc saw the woman behind him, and the arrogant expression on his face disappeared? Instead, he put on a flattering smile: "Wife... **** the road , Worked hard..."

  ……

  The other re-entry compartment door beside    also slowly opened? This time there was no unpleasant smell inside.

  On the contrary, at the moment when the airtight door of the re-entry compartment was opened? On the contrary, there was a fragrance that seemed to be non-existent.

  A female elf wearing silk clothes, stepping on a standard pace like a model? Stepping down the spreading ramp.

  She was also curiously looking at this new world? Behind her was a companion who was as beautiful as a fairy.

  These real fairies wore curious smiles on their faces? Until they saw the orcs who were walking out of the re-entry cabin in groups not far away.

  "Is our combat power not enough? Why should we bring these savage guys?" The leading female officer of the Elf race frowned and muttered softly.

   "There is no way, who can make these barbarians easy to raise and have a large population." A female elf who jumped off and reentered the cabin happened to land next to the female officer, and said angrily.

  It is impossible for the elves to board the transport ship without wearing clothes in order to save weight. Because of their slim body, most elves do not need to reduce weight strictly like the orcs.

  So, from afar, several human commanders waiting there sighed with regret, and reinvested in the great work of welcoming the arrival of the new troops.

  As more and more orcs and elven troops arrived, the puppets responsible for the base guard work began to distribute their weapons and equipment to these troops from afar.

  A long sword of exactly the same standard was distributed to the orc troops. Then these soldiers who had just received the armor hung their long swords on their waists again.

   Seeing that the orc tribe troops were no longer naked, the elven tribe troops also received their long swords and armor.

  A huge flag was erected, with a pattern of a sickle and a sword on it. This is the banner of their army building, and the patterns on it represent their two major tasks.

  The sickle represents agricultural production, and the long sword represents the war-building corps. Two tasks: construction and destruction!

"It seems that this time you didn't cut down the tree first?" The female orc, who had been wearing her armor, stood in front of Burrison and saluted: "The deputy commander of the 2nd Construction Corps, Iri Ya salutes you!"

  Hearing this sturdy voice, Harold, who was buckling the lid of his kettle, almost squirted the water out of his mouth.

  I rely on... right? The man in front of me, who is at least two meters in length, is a muscular man with tattoos on his face, is he a woman?

  What’s even more exaggerated is that such a warrior who can stand on his fists and run horses on his arms, there is such a...such...Xiao Niaoyiren’s name...

  "The commander of the 2nd Construction Corps, Sona!" The elven beauty wearing a tight-fitting armor is also standing at attention and saluting, giving a completely different aura.

That sweet voice, that delicate face, that wonderful figure, that...the horror has made people feel so thick that magical energy surges...Forget it, Burrison felt that there was no one in the Construction Corps. Normal person.

  Of course, he is not a normal person... even, he doesn’t even know that he is not counted, he is a person...