Chapter 1483： Not war

"Your Majesty! But, why don't we think about it and avoid the possibility of war?" Desaier asked anxiously.

It's not that he doesn't support the military's counterattack. He just feels that he should ease the situation and buy some time before he is fully prepared.

This was the opinion he had said to Chris on the phone before. Chris told him and asked him to discuss his opinion in the meeting.

Moreover, after Chris said so, he also expressed his opinion: He will support the military for very good reasons.

So Chris spoke directly at this moment and expressed his own thoughts: "This is indeed to be considered, but I agree more with Waglon's statement. Even if we want to talk to each other, we have to talk after we win! Now that we have suffered, the negotiation itself is weak, right?"

"Of course, we also have to prepare for both hands! Winning is good, but losing is another matter." Chris continued.

What he was thinking about now was the spike that coincided with the scar on the Fengling 004 spacecraft. He was almost certain that the thing that severely damaged the Fengling 004 escape ship was the thing that had invaded the Ailan Hill Empire. !

Since this thing was not very friendly both times, Chris had already determined in his heart that this thing was a hostile existence!

Men have three points of anger, not to mention that he is the emperor of an empire. His empire was invaded by foreign enemies. If he came up with all his thoughts on seeking peace, then he would be really brain-dead.

On Higgs 5, a puppet robot struggled to sit up and reached out to grab the assault rifle in the mud nearby.

One foot stepped on its chest and stepped it back into the dirt, while one hand grabbed the puppet's raised arm, and pulled the entire arm off with force.

In the distance, there are houses that have collapsed and gun smoke from the explosion.

"This is the territory of the Ailan Hill Empire! You have invaded our territory! Warning..." The puppet fell on the ground, still using a sounder to mechanically repeat the pale and weak warning sound.

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

Behind this sweeper, another sweeper was bowing down on the ground, and his cracked abdomen was squeezing out masses of white eggs.

"This place has almost been cleared, and we can go to the next target location." Sitting on a rock, a sweeper twiddled the fine gravel with his fingers, as if he were a parent checking homework.

The place where it sits is no longer what it should have been. This place was supposed to be a house, but now it has been gnawed away by a group of sweepers.

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

"Another team of sweepers is besieging and transforming the magical plants here! The opponent's strongest combat force is there to block our advance..." Another sweeper came over and reported to the sweeper who was sitting on the ground, like the leader. Tao.

Throwing away the gravel twirling his fingers, and slapped his hands twice, the sweeper who seemed to be the leader stood up and said, "Let's go, let's go and help!"

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

Where it can see, there is blood-stained soil. There used to be piles of corpses, but now there are hardly any traces.

Except for the blood that has soaked into the soil, there are no stumps or bones here, and there is hardly anything left in the places where the sweepers pass.

"During such a long time, these dirty viruses have not even grown at all. They are still using such backward weapons..." With **** pinched a bullet, it shook in front of the eyes, this sweeping The person spoke contemptuously.

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

"The ratio of the charges is almost perfect, it seems that they are still a little bit brainy." As if tasting something from the bullet, he commented while chewing.

After speaking, he seemed to think of those puppet robots that could only operate by magic. The chewing mouth paused, and then it swallowed the bullets that had been broken down into fragments and swallowed them into his stomach.

"Well, at least their destructiveness has been greatly improved. They actually learned to use the energy in the universe..." As it walked, it was thoughtful: "This gives us more reason to clean them up. ."

"Please! I have a child! He is only three years old! Don't kill me! Please! Don't kill me!" Not far away, a worker in charge of repairing equipment was pulled out by a sweeper by his hair. The hiding house.

He cried bitterly and begged loudly for mercy, but no one responded to his screams, as if these sweepers didn't understand the meaning of his shouts.

"Please! Don't kill me! I'm just a civilian who repairs equipment!" The skilled worker raised his hands high and begged for mercy.

"They are as timid as before, and they don't have the consciousness of being a virus at all." Looking at the human being begging for mercy, the sweeper continued to comment.

When it spoke, the human being begging for mercy had his neck broken. His neck was folded into a weird shape, and his face hung in the direction behind him. If this worker is still alive, he can see what his back looks like.

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

He knew that he would not be able to hide for long, because sooner or later the place where he was would be eaten up by these terrible things.

So he decided to come forward and make sense with these **** monsters. This may be their only chance to survive, and also his last chance.

"I heard what you said. You are also using Huaxia God Language, so you can understand what I said!" The engineer walked up to a few sweepers and said calmly as possible: "We are civilians! We don't have any. Weapon! We ask you to treat prisoners kindly. This is a humanitarian principle that both sides of the war should abide by!"

Maybe he didn't even notice it. Even though he had tried his best to stay calm, there was still a noticeable tremor in his voice.

"I think you are mistaken! We are cleaning up the rubbish, not fighting a war..." a sweeper opened his mouth and replied in an unpleasant voice.

Following his answer, the engineer who came out let out a painful scream. He was torn to pieces by a few sweepers who rushed up.