1252 Luman's Depression

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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 as beautiful, because he seems to be more enchanting than those female elves around him.

The man saluted Burison with his orchid finger, and then covered his mouth with a charming smile: "Chief of Staff of the Second Construction Corps, Shirley salutes you."

Harold felt that a certain part of his body reacted shamefully, so he could only bend slightly to hide his embarrassment.

Burrison coughed, then lowered his voice and said, "Don't act so disgusting, or I'll send you to the brothel..."

He thought for a long time before he found the more elegant word brothel in Shenyu to express what he wanted to say clearly.

The man named Xue Li could only put away his tweaking, coughed, and said, "I don't want to, who would make me prefer to be a woman?"

A man who is more charming than a woman, and a very dangerous demon man, is really... exciting.

Just when Harold began to wonder if his orientation was abnormal, he saw Burrison bowing slightly from the corner of his eye, so he laughed, unscrupulously.

Anyway, in the army, everyone is used to this kind of thing. It's okay to whistle or something at the female elves, and generally you won't really get beaten.

However, it is not the unlucky guy who has not been chased and killed by the female elves for a long time with a long sword. At this time, the entire barracks will be full of joyful atmosphere.

In the next second, Harold realized how speechless the combination in front of him was.

Here they have an orc female man who is more manly than men, and a demon shemale who is more womanly than women, plus a female elf with pointed ears, and a werewolf, and a man with a mechanical arm the disability of...

"2,000 orc warriors, 100 elf warriors...they are really strong." Burrison looked at the tablet on his arm and said with emotion.

Marvin wasn't at the landing site, so Burrison was obviously back in command here for the time being.

He looked at Sona, the head of the construction legion,

He opened his mouth and ordered: "The Rock Empire has no intention of surrendering yet. Marvin hopes that we can create some more pressure on them."

After finding the map he wanted on the tablet, Burrison pointed to a location on it, and told Sona and Aria: "Let your people press forward and defeat these natives in the way that natives are best at. We I think this may be a relatively 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 mentality is really familiar to the Alan Hill Empire.

Whether they are facing empires like Arrant Dothan or magic empires like the Holy Demon Empire, there are always people who think that they can win with a little effort and just get close.

The three major illusions in life: close combat is beneficial to me, I can fight back, and she likes me... There is no way, even if you don't want to admit it, there are still countless people who are tricked.

Now that they know what the Rock Empire thinks, it becomes easy to put pressure on them in a targeted manner.

As long as they defeat the opponent in the field they think they are good at, their beliefs will collapse and their courage will disappear-then it is only natural to surrender.

Luman recently felt that his luck was really very bad, because he saw reinforcements from the Alan Hill Empire.

If he had seen the elves first, then he would definitely feel that the Alan Hill Empire must be a beautiful, prosperous, and desirable fairyland.

Unfortunately, the first thing he saw was the orc army of the Ilanhill Empire passing through the city in a neat line!

This army is filled with a tyrannical atmosphere, and its height alone is enough to deter most of the powerful army of the enemy.

Orcs are the strong presence of the second place in basketball in the sports of the Alan Hill Empire. They will meet the Dragons in the finals every year, and then they will be beaten by a score of 152 to 73, and they won the runner-up trophy in embarrassment.

Of course, this doesn't affect the fact that the orcs have abused basketball teams of other races. They basically scored 152 to 73 against basketball teams of other races.

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 still had hideous faces. They held long spears made of refined iron, lined up in four columns, and walked forward slowly.

Those shiny spear points swayed slightly from side to side following their steps, forming a sharp forest.

"One-two-one! One-two-one!" The strong officer walking beside the queue and pressing the long sword on his waist sang the password loudly, urging the brigade to move forward in an orderly manner.

Standing beside such a team, Luman felt the insignificance of his own life. Facing such an army, the chances of winning for humans using traditional cold weapons are infinitely close to zero!

"How? What you see is just the weakest army in our empire." Marvin said with a smile on his face, "We can destroy your city with just a wave of our hand...so, don't waste our patience."

"Big, my lord..." After considering his own words, Lu Man still felt that using the word "my lord" was more direct and down-to-earth. Firstly, such a title can reflect one's respect, and secondly, it can also be used to be close to...

He paused for a moment, and continued to speak to Marvin: "I...I think...after observing the next battle, I will persuade General Fogg to let them dismiss the army."

For Lu Man, this is simply a scene that he can only see when he is dreaming. Human beings, as suzerains, drive an army as terrifying as devils to fight for themselves.

Such a scene not only reflects the dignity of human beings, but also highlights the strength of human beings, it is simply a dreamlike scene.

Luman felt that if he could also become a human being in such an empire, he would be very happy. So he decided to try, try to persuade General Fokker, stop trying to resist.

"Yes!" Marvin nodded slightly without any hesitation, turned and left the street. Lu Man followed behind him cautiously, with a more cautious and dignified expression.

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