"As for orders, general."

The minister's nephew threw away the documents, glanced at his colleagues proudly, then turned around and pushed open the door of the conference room, and strode out.

Duang!

The door was closed by force, and the loud noise made people subconsciously straighten their backs.

The old man's face suddenly became gloomy, and he glanced at everyone with a gloomy look: "Did you just hear something?"

Others lowered their heads one after another, knowing that if they still want to advance, they not only need to forget this conversation, but also forget it completely.

An officer said cleverly: "No."

The old man cut him a hard look.

Others feel gloating.

However, the old man did not get angry again.

One round of energy will decline again.

He is old and can't get angry anymore.

"Let's continue to discuss dealing with the problem," said the old man with a gloomy face. "How many reorganized marine corps are there in the fleet now?"

An officer lowered his head and flipped through the documents for a long time before answering: "We have just deployed 100 Marine Corps, and now there are 30 Marine Corps on the fleet on standby."

The old man frowned: "Is this the only thing left?"

The officer whispered: "Your order is to end the battle within three hours, so we directly deployed most of the Marine Corps, and the rest were the elites of our fleet."

Elite...

Hearing these two words, a hint of disgust flashed through the old man's eyes.

He said slowly: "In other words, we have no extra strength to support the ground battlefield."

The officer reminded: "We still have thirty elite corps."

The old man stared at him and asked, "Do we have one?"

The officer hesitated and said, "Sure."

“Is there any?”

The officer was a little unsure: "Is there?"

"Is there any!"

The old man slapped the table vigorously.

Pong!

The officer lowered his head in fear by the sound.

The old man looked disgusted.

Bastard elite!

He thought with his toes, he knew that the remaining so-called elites were actually a group of borers who relied on their elders and gave birth to good surnames.

These guys usually only know how to eat, drink and enjoy themselves, and are afraid of hardship and fatigue. They often find various reasons to escape the necessary training. It is impossible to count on them to win battles.

The only use of these people in the fleet is to make it easier for him to apply for funds and equipment from his superiors. They must not be allowed to go to the battlefield. If they suffer heavy casualties, his own military career will end here.

Maybe he will be held accountable later, and he will be shattered out all his shit and sentenced him to a serious crime.

In this country, everyone has a scale in their hearts.

Although he embezzled, accepted bribes, and stole state assets, he knew he was a good general.

Because he protected the interests of some people.

The old man reached out and rubbed his temples, pulled his thoughts back to the conference room from the mess, and pulled them into this unfavorable war.

He said in a deep voice: "Prepare the star destroyer. If the Marine Corps cannot gain an advantage, we will have to destroy the entire planet."

Everyone was stunned.

Someone dissuaded: "General thinks twice, this is a planet with a population of 3 billion! If we blow up the entire planet, we can't explain it to the above."

Others didn't speak, but their expressions revealed their recognition of the voice actor.

"I didn't say that I would fire the star destroyer now." The old man was very dissatisfied. "I mean that I would wait until the land corps dies before launching it. There are not many living people on this planet by then, so what if it explodes?"

Everyone fell into silence.

Judging from the old man's intention, he had no intention of supporting the ground army corps at all, and planned to let them die on their own.

He not only gave up the millions of land soldiers he sent down, but also the 3 billion residents on this planet.

How cruel is this?

"No matter how powerful this monster is, if I blow the planet up, it will definitely die." A hint of pride appeared in the old man's eyes. "The information shows that this is a marginal planet. Most of the people living here are untouchables, and no one cares about them."

But these are also three billion lives!

Some officers were flickering with indulgence in their eyes, but he didn't dare to speak because his career was in the hands of the old man.

Amid everyone's surprise eyes, the old man stood up from his seat, and he said impatiently: "Okay, just prepare the star destroyer. You can decide other things for yourself. This ghost place is too hot, I can't stand it anymore, I want to return to the flagship."

"As for orders, General!"

The officers stood up and saluted.

The old man nodded perfunctorily and left the seat first and walked out of the room. As soon as he opened the door, he was greeted with a cool air that made him feel refreshed.

Only the temperature control system in the conference room is unfunctional.

"General~"

The little secretary called sweetly.

Her voice smoothed the waves in the old man's heart.

The old man took her into his arms, and all the soldiers along the way stopped to salute him, and no one thought there was anything wrong with his actions.

The old man left, but the other officers in the conference room did not leave.

There is no doubt that it is very irresponsible to directly activate the Star Destroyer without any rescue operation. When the superiors blame it, the chief officer will not defend them.

When the old man left, he said that he had prepared the star destroyer and that they could make decisions on other things by themselves. It was time for them to show their talents.

If you do it well, it is a reward, but if you do it poorly, you may be taken to blame.

One officer suggested: "I think that while preparing the star destroyer, we can provide more artillery support to the Marine Corps below."

"Address!"

"Address!"

"Address!"

“…”

The real meeting only began after the chief officer left.

However, they didn't even know what kind of enemies they were facing, and they didn't even know what the soldiers on the ground really needed.

They don't need artillery fire, they need rescue ships.

Because the enemies they face are immortal.

Twist!

A peacock soldier was shooting wildly at the enemy in front of him with a gun in fear. His shooting was very accurate and almost every shot could hit the target, but his bullets were all blocked by the hazy light on the enemy's body.

The man stood in the barrage and laughed wildly: "Hahahaha, in the name of the God of Death Fight, I launched a Death Fight against the person in front of me, and limited weapons: sword!"

A quaint character appears in the air, from which it divides in half, shooting towards the man and the peacock soldiers.

The peacock soldiers' guns and armor flew out.

The peacock soldier turned around and ran away in fear.

"devil!"

The man grinned and chased after him, holding the long sword, easily stabbing the peacock soldier with his back to him.

Half of the runes that had just flew into their bodies flew out again. They formed a complete rune in the air and flew into the man's body.

The moment the rune entered the body, the man's skin became transparent, and he could see that there were already hundreds of the same runes in his body.

This means he killed hundreds of peacock soldiers.

This man was a believer of Atoks. He fell into the magma with Atoks' name. Atoks saved him and gave him strong armor and sharp swords, as well as the glory of fighting for the true god.

As a pariah in the Peacock Empire society, he never felt so glorious. He couldn't wait to eradicate more obstacles for God and accumulate merits to become a noble in the Kingdom of God.

At this time, he saw another Peacock Empire soldier, and a cruel smile appeared on his face: "In the name of the God of Death Fighting Atoks..."
Chapter completed!