In the distant Airanhill Empire, in the 200-story empire headquarters building on the capital planet Airanhiris, the Prime Minister of the Airanhill Empire, Desel, was sitting next to Chris, looking at a group of ministers in front of him.
Swords were at war, spitting at each other for the right to fight.
The Beast King Ericsia held a big tea cup, pretending to be elegant, gently blew the tea foam inside, and said: "This kind of thing should be left to us orcs! After all, we
It's rude and barbaric, and barbaric people always do barbaric things."
In fact, when good tea is brewed, there will be no foam, but the orcs prefer special tea with a strong taste. It has a weird taste and there will be a lot of dregs floating on the water when it is brewed.
Since then, the orcs have learned the unique skill of blowing tea, which makes Chris very interesting every time he sees it.
The orc general Famarus, who was sitting next to Beast King Ericia, nodded and continued: "Your Majesty! Just leave this kind of thing to the orcs. We only need 20,000 troops... No.
!10,000! That’s enough!”
His rough arms were pressed on the table, and even the chair specially made for the orcs looked a bit miniscule behind him.
This is a standard orc general. In terms of size, he is also one of the best orc generals. As long as he is given a long sword, he can even cut down an entire enemy formation.
After hearing what he said, the demon general Fan Kefaer who was sitting aside sneered and said: "Stop making trouble, you are just a bunch of pure dolls compared to us! It is better for us demons to come! Believe me
!Can’t be wrong! We are very experienced in this kind of thing!”
Although most of the demon clan are second-class citizens, in order to better absorb and integrate, the empire pardoned some demons' crimes, and eventually allowed some demons to enter the empire's management.
The Fan Kefaer in front of him is one of the demons with the highest status. He was born into a demon aristocracy. He was not created by the origin of magic, but a native demon aristocrat.
In the early years, because he was a demon native, he was not as reused as Sarux and other magical origin creations, so he had no chance to invade Ailan Siris.
Who would have thought that this would become his advantage. He had been stationed in the northern region, and although his military exploits were not very impressive, he had become the senior commander of the demon army today.
In addition to the demon princess Aresia, Fan Kefaer has become the number one demon power in the imperial court.
Sitting next to him was the demon general Dolenotier. This general's resume was similar to that of Fan Kefaer, but he was a veteran with rich experience and came from a family of demon generals.
Because of the makeup of demons, only high-level demons have the opportunity to learn, so the demon class is very solid, and there are very few senior officers who can be promoted temporarily.
This is also one of the main reasons why the combat effectiveness of the improvised troops dropped so quickly after the demonic troops suffered heavy losses in Ailansiris.
Nowadays, the status of demons has changed a lot. Many demons have learned some cultural knowledge, and their overall brutal attributes have been weakened a lot.
However, now in order to compete for the right to participate in the war on Planet Hope 2, or to get a share of the subsequent development and rule, there is no other concern at this time.
As a result, the veteran Dolenotier followed up and said: "The demon army is very suitable for this kind of cold weapon battle. We don't even need our main force to move out. We only need some demon dogs to wipe out those backward primitive tribes."
Hearing the word tribe, the orc general Famarus raised his eyebrows. The orcs still have a lot of tribal culture, and he felt that the other party was provoking the entire orcs.
Just when Famarus was about to stand up and argue with the other party about who was the real strong one, another voice rang out.
The person speaking was none other than Admiral Farai of the Elanthir Empire. He was also a senior official of the elves in the empire and represented the overall interests of the elves.
Just listen to him saying slowly: "Just kidding, your experience is different from His Majesty's request. What we want now is conquest and absorption, not annihilation! We elves are more suitable for this kind of thing! Trust me!"
Merian stood with his hands clasped together and said nothing. As Chris's personal minister, although he is an elf, he can no longer speak from the standpoint of the elf.
There is no way, he is now the second-ranking figure in the Imperial Space Force. As the internal commander-in-chief of the Space Force, his position is much higher than that of Bakalov and other generals, so he really cannot express his own opinions.
At this time, Morak, the dwarf general who likes machinery, rubbed his nose and said in a naive voice: "Actually... there is no need to send out the main force at all, just leave it to the puppets. They are not afraid of losses, even if we
It doesn’t matter if you lose more, they are just consumables anyway.”
In his opinion, since they are all going to fight anyway, it would be more interesting to let the machines fight. Anyway, the dwarves never get the chance to go to the front line, so it would be more appropriate for no one to go to the front line.
However, others did not agree with his words. The commander of the First Fleet of the Space Force, Tuke, who was sitting on the other side, quickly spoke and denied it seriously: "Impossible! If this kind of thing is left to puppets, our combat capabilities will drop sharply.
Yes! It’s rare to encounter this kind of situation, so I think it’s more appropriate to send out the main force, just treat it as a drill.”
"The empire must remain iron-blooded, there is no doubt about it! I think humans, as the main body of the empire, should participate in this action!" Marshal Lawns, the commander-in-chief of the Space Force who has been sitting next to him and has been depressed for more than two years, fiddled with his hands.
The water-based pen in the bottle shook his head and said.
As the size of the space fleet continues to expand, Genesis can hardly lead the fleet around. He has no choice but to sit back in the office and deal with various mundane tasks every day, which is very boring.
"Ground operations must be handed over to the Army! This is the scope of the Army's responsibilities, and there is no room for negotiation on this!" Marshal Wageron, who was sitting opposite Desel, said firmly at this time: "The Space Army should serve as a transportation force this time.
Assist in the operation! Otherwise, what should we do? Are you still planning to launch a nuclear bomb at Planet Hope 2?"
"If His Majesty gives the order, the nuclear bomb cannot be launched." Lawns, who has been the marshal for two years, said tit for tat and refused to give in.