Since it has been decided to maintain world peace, it is natural that the army must be expanded as quickly as possible.

Now there are 720 million energies.

There were 85,000 troops outside the city that were suitable for battle—50,000 Death Knights, 20,000 Werewolves, and 15,000 Warlocks.

In addition to the defensive ones, the number of scarabs that can be dispatched this time is 30.

There are 13,525 flying saucers: including 500 high-speed submarines, 500 high-altitude reconnaissance aircraft, 1,200 large transport aircraft, 2,000 bombers, and the rest are combat flying saucers of various types.

20,000 ground mechanical armor, excluding the scarab guard mechas, a total of 1,500 quadruped tanks, 2,000 siege artillery, 4,000 all-terrain combat transport vehicles, 6,000 large bipedal automatic mechas, and countless engineering mechas.

Sum up:

85,000 on the ground

Combat skeet 13,000

Ground armor 20 thousand

30 scarabs

The total unit is 110,000

This legion is twice as large as it was when he attacked Overview, and it was recently requested by Vader to test new tactics and defensive needs, and a total of 200 million energy was consumed.

However, compared with the enemy's 20 million ground troops and 600,000 airboat troops, it is not more than a fraction of the people......

There is a huge disparity in military strength, and this battle is a bit difficult to fight.

"In the days that the Warlocks have arrived on Continent Two, I've needed more gear."

The Black Knight looked at Lott and made his request:

"Large equipment should be enough, it would be better if we could add some more, and at the same time I hope to expand the air force to 20,000 units, in fact, these are all right, the only trouble is the street fighting in the city, which is the most time-consuming, and at the same time the casualties are the largest."

The important thing is that the Tier 5 units on the opposite side are not stupid enough to stand on the plain and let you blow up, they must all gather in the city to find cover.

And although the death knights on this side are all 5th order, compared to the tens of millions of people on the other side, even if the casualty ratio on this side reaches 1:10,000 on the opposite side, it is a loss.

"What do you need? I'll hear it. Lott asked, looking at Vader.

"The Death Knight and Warlock can't form an overwhelming advantage against Tier 5 units - give me the troll, my lord, I need the troll to fight."

Trolls, that is, giant monsters such as minotaurs, archdemons, and ice monsters, their original positions in the dungeon were the leaders of an area, that is, the big bosses in the mouths of adventurers.

But now, these bastards spend all day long, drunk and dreaming of death, and become a bunch of rubbish.

Lott was sure that if the group were to fight the same number of Death Knights, they would be on their knees.

A life of abundance corrupts people, even the giant monsters.

"Vader, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you, those guys are all pampered right now - thank goodness they don't lag on the battlefield, I don't recommend you letting this bunch of waste go to the front." Lott said expressionlessly.

When the black warrior heard this, he immediately lowered his head slightly and began to think of other methods.

As I said before, don't worry about field battles, the only trouble is street fighting, and the death knight and warlock will definitely suffer if they go in.

This would greatly slow down the pace of the offensive, which would be as uncomfortable as obsessive-compulsive disorder for senior commanders striving for perfection.

And the only trolls who can play an advantageous role in street fighting are now all waste, so what to do?

"Hit ..... Excuse me, my lord......"

"Disturbed ......"

"Morning, sir."

While Lot was meditating with his knights, the goblins went to work.

When they came out of the rooms inside the lower deck, they froze when they saw the lighted hall, the knights and diplomats on the screen, and the lords on the throne on the upper sofa.

After realizing that the leaders were all earlier than him, he hurriedly said hello and ran to their respective posts to sit down.

"Sorry, my lord, we're late."

Vickers said apologetically, holding the red hat with both hands beside him.

Lott looked at it, smiled and waved his hand.

It's 6 a.m.

Lot: "Let the kitchen make you breakfast, it's a bit of a hurry, you have to eat at your post." ”

"No problem, sir!" Vickers immediately stood in awe, "Is there anything we can do for you?" ”

"Uh-huh......."

Lott was hesitant to tell him about the problems he was facing.

However, the Black Warrior asked directly:

"I need a bunch of soldiers, a bunch of super soldiers, trolls would have fit, but those guys are overwhelmed right now, is there any way to rejuvenate them? Like injecting them with drugs? ”

"No, Mr. Knight."

What the two didn't expect was that Vickers actually gave a direct answer: "At present, there are 50 types of trolls in the city, and if you need a special combat force, this number is far from enough." ”

Hearing this, Lott suddenly realized.

Really, my brain was rigid just now, and I couldn't turn around.

Although the current trolls are all waste, they can be copied and produced with energy!

Just like the original werewolves, they use energy to continuously replicate to increase their numbers.

The final spawn is all independent individuals, and if Lot allows it, the trolls in it can be made female - there are females among the goblins, which were originally created by a large-scale replication.

So trolls can do the same.

However, these 50 bosses are too miscellaneous to be used for all, so you have to choose the best quality among them.

Thinking of this, Vader nodded in satisfaction, then looked at Lott and said, "My lord, I need you to gather all the trolls, and I will pick them one by one until I find the super soldier template I need among them." ”

Then copy that boss to increase production.

Just like Vader's clone legion, its parent body was copied by one of the best mercenary cells in the universe.

Now that it's decided, let's get started, after all, it takes time to select players, adapt to equipment, and learn tactics, and now there are only 4 days to train them.

I don't have enough time, so I can only cram.

As for Yarman, the intelligence officer who was caught in the enemy line, he had just sent a message that he had successfully infiltrated the sheep's head and was now carrying out the work of collecting espionage intelligence.

Capable subordinates are just reassuring.

It's 6 a.m., and 50 of the trolls who had been eating, drinking, and having been merry-past until dawn have been woken up by the Death Knight from their beds with cold water, and dragged together to the Eighth Ward Proving Ground.

Under the joint supervision of Lott and Vader, a group of monsters complainingly do various limit tests:

Breath-holding, long-distance running, high temperature, low temperature, learning, medical treatment, calculation, stress response, hand-to-hand combat, data reading, crisis judgment, weapon handling, vehicle driving, explosion tolerance, and poison resistance.

In the end, only one of the 50 bosses passed all the tests perfectly.

"The results are out, sir." Vickers happily said with the tablet next to him, "Obviously, the Minotaur are very well adapted to the above combat tests, and we will use Ms. Dila as a super soldier template to replicate." ”

Lott looked at the picture of Mrs. Niu holding up her autographed photo with the lord and cheering, and suddenly muttered:

"Minotaur Marines?"