Chapter 1252: Luhmann's depression
Just as Burrison was thinking about the philosophical question of whether he was a human being, 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 to orchids to give Burrison a military salute, and then smiled charmingly: "The Chief of Staff of the 2nd Construction Corps, Shirley salutes you."
Harlott felt that a certain part of his body had reacted shamefully, so he could only bend over slightly to conceal his embarrassment.
Burrison coughed, then lowered his voice and said, "Don't be so disgusting, or I will send you to the brothel..."
He thought for a long time before he found the more elegant word brothel in God's language to express clearly what he wanted to say.
The man named Shirley could only put away his own tweaks, coughed, and said: "People don't want to. Who tells them to prefer to be a woman?"
A man more charming than a woman, and a very dangerous demon man, is really...exciting.
Just when Harlott began to wonder if his orientation was not normal, he saw Burrison hunched slightly in his peripheral vision, so he laughed, laughing unscrupulously.
Anyway, everyone in the army has become accustomed to this kind of thing. It's okay to whistle to the female elves or something, and generally won't really be beaten.
However, it wasn't the unlucky person who hadn't been chased and killed so far by the female elves carrying a long sword. At this time, the entire military camp would be full of joy.
In the next second, Harlot realized how speechless the combination in front of him was.
They have an orc female man who is even more manly than a man, and a demon **** who is even more feminine than a woman, plus a female elf with pointed ears, and a werewolf with a robotic arm. Disability...
"2000 warriors of the orc race, 100 warriors of the elven race... They are really strong and powerful." Burrison looked at the tablet computer on his arm and said with emotion.
Marvin is not at the landing site, so Burrison has apparently become the supreme commander here again temporarily.
He looked at Sona, the commander of the Construction Corps, and ordered: "The Rock Empire has no intention of surrendering. Marvin hopes that we will put some pressure on them."
After finding the map he wanted on the tablet, Burrison pointed to a spot on it, and told Sona and Aria: "Let your people press forward and defeat these natives in the best way they can, I I think this might be something they can understand, and it's more intuitive pressure."
Although the weapons of the puppet troops are powerful, this kind of crushing makes the opponent always think about how to fight back. This mentality is really familiar to the Ailanhill Empire.
Whether facing empires such as Arante Dothan, or facing magical empires such as the Holy Demon Empire, there are always people who feel that if they work hard, they will be able to win victory close to them.
Three illusions in life: close combat is good for me, I can fight back, she likes me... No way? Even if I don't want to admit it anymore? There are still countless people who have been recruited.
Now that I know the idea of the Rock Empire, it becomes very easy to put pressure on them in a targeted manner.
As long as they defeat them in the field that the other party thinks they are good at, their beliefs will collapse? Their courage will disappear-then it is natural to give in.
Luhmann recently felt that his luck was really bad? Because he saw the reinforcements of the Ailan Hill Empire.
If he had met the elves first, then he would surely feel that the Ailan Hill Empire must be a beautiful? prosperous? a desirable fairyland.
Unfortunately, what did he see first? The Orcs of the Ailan Hill Empire lined up through the city!
This army is full of tyrannical auras? The height alone is enough to deter most of the enemy's powerful army.
Orcs are a strong presence in the sports of the Ailan Hill Empire, basketball's perennial second place, they will encounter the Dragons in the finals every year, and then be beaten with a score of 152 to 73, embarrassed to win the runner-up trophy.
Of course, this does not affect the orcs' abuse of basketball teams of other races. 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 25 cups of beer...
The orcs in neat armors still have a hideous face. They are holding up spears made of fine iron, arranged in four columns, and marching forward slowly.
Those bright spear tips swayed slightly from side to side following their steps, forming a sharp wood.
"One, two, one! One, two, one!" The strong officer walking beside the queue, holding the sword at his waist, sang loudly and urged the brigade to move forward in an orderly manner.
Standing next to such a team, Luhmann felt the insignificance of his life. Faced with such an army, humans who use traditional cold weapons, the chance of winning is infinitely close to zero!
"How is it? What you see is just the weakest army in our empire." Marvin introduced with a smile: "We only need to wave a hand to destroy your city... So don't waste Our patience."
"Big, my lord..." After considering his own words, Luhmann still felt that using the word "adult" was more direct and more grounded. On the one hand, such a name can reflect one's respect, and on the other hand, it can be similar to...
He paused, and continued to speak to Marvin: "I...I think...After watching the next battle, I will try to persuade General Fokker to disband the army."
For Luhmann, this is simply what he can see when he is dreaming. As the suzerain, human beings drive an army as terrible as the devil to fight for themselves.
Such a scene not only embodies the dignity of human beings, but also highlights the strength 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 try, try to persuade General Fokker, and stop trying to resist.
"Yes!" Marvin nodded slightly without hesitation, turned and left the street. Luhmann cautiously followed behind him, his expression more cautious and solemn.
