1483 Is Not a War

"Your Majesty! But why don't we consider the possibility of avoiding war?" Des asked anxiously.

It's not that he doesn't support the military's counterattack, he just thinks that the situation should be eased and bought some time before making complete preparations.

This is the opinion he had spoken to Chris on the phone before, and Chris told him to let him discuss his opinion in the meeting.

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Moreover, after saying this, Chris also expressed his opinion: he will support the military for very good reasons.

So Chris spoke directly at this moment and expressed his thoughts: "This is indeed something to consider, but I agree more with Wagron's statement. Even if we want to talk to each other, we have to win the battle before talking!" Now that we have suffered, the negotiation itself has lost momentum, right?"

"Of course, we also have to be prepared! It's good to win, but it's another matter to lose." Chris continued.

What he is thinking about now is the spike that highly coincides with the scar on the Fengling 004 spaceship. He is almost certain that the thing that severely damaged the escaped spaceship of Fengling 004 is the thing that invaded the Alan Hill Empire in front of him. !

Since this thing was not very friendly when it appeared twice, Chris already decided in his heart that this thing is a hostile existence!

Even men are angry, not to mention that he is the emperor of an empire. His own empire was invaded by foreign enemies, if all he thought about when he came up was seeking peace, he would be really stupid.

On Higgs 5, a puppet robot struggles to sit up, reaching for an assault rifle in the dirt nearby.

One foot stepped on its chest, pushing it back into the soil, and at the same time, one hand grabbed the puppet's raised arm and tore it off with force.

In the distance, there are collapsed houses and gunpowder smoke from the explosion.

"This is the territory of the Alan Hill Empire! You have invaded our territory! Warning..." The puppet that fell on the ground still mechanically repeated the pale warning sound with its sounder.

The sweeper who stepped on it stuffed the puppet's arm into his mouth, as if he was swallowing some delicacies from mountains and seas.

Just behind this sweeper, another sweeper is hunched over on the ground, clusters of white eggs are being squeezed out of the split belly.

"This place has almost been cleaned up, and we can go to the next target site." Sitting on a stone, a sweeper rubbed the fine gravel with his fingers, as if he was a parent checking homework.

The place where it sits can no longer see its original appearance. It should have been a house, but now it has been eaten up by a group of sweepers.

In other words, this place has returned to its original appearance, barren and barren, nothing exists, just the original, the appearance that this planet should have.

"Another team of sweepers is laying siege to transform the magical plants here! The opponent's strongest troops are blocking our progress..." Another sweeper came over and reported to the sweeper who seemed to be the leader sitting on the ground road.

Throwing away the gravel that was twisted by his fingers, and clapping his hands twice, the sweeper who seemed to be the leader stood up: "Let's go then,

Go and help! "

When it stood up, it looked at the open space behind it. On its extremely ugly face, the mouth that looked like an insect's mouthparts twisted twice: "These disgusting viruses, even death will pollute this sacred world! "

As far as it could see, there was blood-stained soil. There was once a pile of corpses here, but now there are almost no traces of them.

Except for the blood seeping into the soil, there are no broken limbs or dead bones here. Wherever the sweepers pass, there will be almost nothing left.

"In such a long time, these dirty viruses have not even made any progress. They are still using such outdated weapons..." Holding a bullet with two fingers and shaking it in front of his eyes, the cleaner The reader said contemptuously.

After speaking, he threw the bullet into his mouth, as if it was a piece of chewing gum.

"The ratio of the charges is almost perfect. It seems that they have used their brains a little bit." As if tasting something from this bullet, he commented while chewing.

After finishing speaking, he seemed to think of those puppet robots that could only be activated by magic. The chewing mouth paused for a moment, and then it swallowed the broken bullets in its mouth into its own stomach.

"Well, at least their destructiveness has been greatly improved. They have learned to use the energy in the universe..." It walked thoughtfully: "This gives us more reason to clean them up .”

"Please! I still have a child! He's only three years old! Don't kill me! Please! Don't kill me!" Not far away, a worker in charge of maintenance was pulled out by a sweeper by his hair. house to hide in.

He cried bitterly and begged for mercy loudly, but no one responded to his cries, as if these sweepers couldn't understand the meaning of his cries at all.

"Please! Don't kill me! I'm just a civilian who repairs equipment!" The skilled worker raised his hands and begged for mercy after being pulled by his hair and dragged to the open space.

"They are still the same as before, as timid as mice, and have no awareness of being a virus." Looking at the human begging for mercy, the sweeper continued to comment.

When it spoke, the human begging for mercy had its neck broken. His neck was folded into a weird shape, and his face drooped behind him. If the worker is still alive, he will be able to see what his back looks like.

Seeing that his companion died like this, the engineer hiding in a house opened the door and walked out.

He knew he couldn't hide for long, because sooner or later the place he was in would be eaten away by these horrible things.

So he decided to stand up and reason with these damned monsters. This might be their only chance to survive, and it could be his last.

"I heard what you said between you, and you are also using the Chinese divine language, so you can understand me!" The engineer walked up to several sweepers, and said as calmly as possible: "We are civilians! We don't Weapons! We ask you to treat the prisoners well, this is the humanitarian principle that both warring parties should abide by!"

Maybe he didn't even realize it, even though he tried his best to keep calm, his voice still trembled involuntarily.

"I think you're mistaken! We're cleaning up the garbage, not a war..." A sweeper answered in an ugly voice.

Accompanied by his answer, the engineer who came out let out a painful scream. He was torn apart by several sweepers who swarmed up.