Guided by Mayor Zack, Juan walked into the town, surrounded by a 50-meter wall.

He walked through a titanium gate about half a meter thick that had been pulled up vertically.

Another 20-meter-long, somewhat dark tunnel was passed, which was supposed to be the thickness of the town's walls.

Then there was a titanium door.

Then, Juan, who was in a somewhat depressed mood, saw the sunshine and the elves in gorgeous costumes waving small flags.

There was also a banner pulled behind them: "Warmly welcome the Führer's visit!" ”

A young elf offered flowers to Juan, who accepted them with a smile.

Then, he got on the crystal energy tricycle prepared by Mayor Zack, and surrounded by a group of accompanying elves, began to inspect.

During the drive, Juan discovered that the town, as Morgan said, did not have any ornamental value.

There are neat and uniform buildings everywhere, and everything is based on the principle of simplicity and efficiency, and convenience of movement, typical military style.

However, in some unobtrusive corners and alleys, there are some beautiful graffiti.

Obviously, the Moon Elves, who love art, did not completely abandon their way of life, but tried to preserve their traditions under the pressure of human assimilation.

For Juan, who was a little depressed by the seriousness of the barracks, looking at the graffiti was a way to relax.

But he also saw something wrong.

In the corner of a large graffiti, there is a poem written in human language:

"Life is precious, love is more valuable, if it is for freedom, both can be thrown."

There is nothing wrong with the poem itself, and the writing is beautiful, apparently by an elf who has a considerable understanding of human literature.

But the presence of the poem here, in an elven town under human rule, is somewhat intriguing.

Juan watched vigilantly as the elves around him reacted, and he found that the vast majority of the elves were oblivious to it.

Perhaps they are illiterate in human writing, or they may be literate but do not understand the meaning of poetry.

But to some of the elves who can be called humans, the words are as glaring as a red-hot soldering iron.

"This, who wrote this? Erase! Wipe it off! ”

Yaling roared angrily, looking at his father with a hint of resentment in his eyes.

His father, Mayor Zack, didn't seem to understand what was going on, but Yaling's gaffe made him feel that something was wrong.

"Come on, wipe off this graffiti, how can such an inferior thing stay here and stain the eyes of adults, wipe it off!"

Zach then confessed to Juan: "It's all restless young people messing around and making a mess of the good military camp, and I'm going to do a sanitation campaign to get rid of all the graffiti in the town." ”

Juan just smiled, neither affirming nor denying, not sure if old Zach was playing dumb or really didn't see the meaning of the poem.

Perhaps to distract Juan, Zach Sr. proposed:

"My lord, I have prepared a banquet for you, but it is still early, I wonder if your lord intends to go to the palace to rest for a while."

"I still have a palace here?"

Pointing to the most luxurious building in the center of town, Yaling explained:

"It was the residence of the former army commander, and it was the power center of the entire military camp, and the elves were naturally not qualified to move in.

"It used to be the palace of the head of the development station, although Lord Soma never lived in it once, and now it is the palace of your Excellency the Führer."

Old Zack on the side flattered: "Although no one lives, I have always arranged for the elves to clean up and change the bedding regularly to ensure that adults can move in at any time." ”

"Forget it, I'm not here to sleep."

Juan, who continued to move on, chatted with Zach Sr. as he walked.

"How many people are here."

"Report to the Führer, there are currently 12,000 elves in this town, all of them moon elves, as well as 2,000 halflings and 500 dwarves."

"It's a lot, can you live there?"

"Report to the Führer, there is no problem at all, there are still a lot of empty rooms."

Juan and his entourage walked into a house that had been cleared.

Juan saw that in a room about 5 meters wide and 10 meters long, there were 10 capsule-type single beds on two floors.

"There were originally 100,000 human soldiers stationed in the entire barracks, and there are 10,000 barracks like this, and there are still a large number of vacant beds. ”

"Do all humanoids live in this kind of dormitory?"

"Report to the Führer, and there are some better conditions for the officers' quarters to live in for the elves with status, and for the temporary reception of humans for the night."

Juan and his entourage walked into a huge canteen that could accommodate 10,000 people at a time.

"It's big, it looks like it's in good condition."

"Report to the Führer, this is not the largest canteen, there are two larger, as well as ten smaller ones.

"But at the moment the population of the town does not need so many canteens, so the other canteens, except for the officers' canteen with the best conditions, are closed."

Juan saw that there were many halflings working in the kitchen.

He wanted to go in and have a look, but when he saw the words on the kitchen door, "The kitchen is heavy, no idlers are allowed to enter", and the hygiene regulations posted on the wall, he thought about it and thought that it would be better not to interfere with the cook's work.

After leaving the cafeteria, Juan and his party came to an area with many warehouses, which seemed to be the logistics department of the original army.

Opening the door of a warehouse with a torn doorway, Juan was surprised to see that about a hundred "ghosts" were neatly placed on the outermost shelves.

"This, so many 'ghosts'! Aha, developed! Don't worry about Jack now! ”

But Ya Ling softly poured cold water on Juan: "Boss, you can't use it." ”

"What?! Why can't it be used? Isn't that a good preservation? ”

"The chips are all removed."

Yaling instructed the elves to open the rest of the storehouse one by one.

Juan saw weapons and equipment that could be used by a hundred thousand human armies, all of which were energy weapons.

A large number of individual pulse laser guns are neatly arranged on the shelves, enough to scare the legs and feet of the dense phobia.

And a three-meter-tall "skeleton" individual military exoskeleton armor known as the "Guardian of Peace" is densely arranged like the armored warriors in the terracotta warriors.

Unlike civilian exoskeletons, which are almost just frames, these military exoskeletons are covered with off-white armor.

They also have a low-temperature plasma membrane generator on their helmets, which can form a low-temperature plasma spherical shield with a macroscopic temperature of not high, but an electronic temperature of tens of thousands of degrees Celsius, distorting the light that passes through, thus achieving visual invisibility.

The high-temperature plasma cutter on his right arm, the high-power pulse laser gun on his left arm, and the spherical lightning launcher on his shoulder, known as the "plasma cannon", give him the strength to defeat Juan's dragonman self-defense force at least with one enemy and one hundred.

And these are just light weapons, there are also heavy weapons in the warehouse.