In the tavern, three officers have already taken over, they are all people who are Empire at heart, and naturally do not agree with this plan, but there is really no better way than this plan, unless a miracle strikes.

The staff officer knocked on the table in a daze, causing the bar owner to feel distressed, and the blue blue bay ice was served for each person, and they could eat ice cream and drink.

"I've killed orcs, many, you have absolutely no idea, what their blood tastes like, as if it has been fermented, I've seen my comrades leave, I've seen new people come in, except, except for retreat, my dictionary doesn't have it."

Alan Baier said suddenly. "Aren't you still pretending to be directives? It's written all over the retreat! ”

The staff officer puffed up, cocked, and pressed it to Alan Bair's ear. "What's that, compared to this, do you think about that lady or the mechanic?"

Alan Baier's cheeks flushed. "That's enough, it has nothing to do with this."

The staff officer shook his head. "It matters, you can take someone away, and she will follow you away, because you are an unrefined jade and a shining piece of gold, you should have privileges, and you can also do things that others dare not think."

Alan Bair replied. "I'll take John, and he'll help me clean up my chores, manage the soldiers, and play cards with me."

The staff officer gave him a strange look, then protected his chest.

Lieutenant Colonel Arvada laughed. "I look down on you, gentle star, but you're not bad!"

Alan Baier shouted after the wine. "Plan carefully, save the people, that's all you think, and I'm as vibrant, aggressive, and powerful as this planet right now, but my bosses are a bunch of greedy and death-scared waste."

"They have nothing to do, except to backstab their own people, look at them, what can they do, kill the orcs? Still wrestling with the fart! ”

"And I'm alive to this day, because I won't miss a good opportunity!"

The staff chimed in. "I've been on the snow and I've seen the sea, and I have nothing in my home, and I love beautiful things, and this character may be inherited from my late parents."

"I used to have a lot of academics and a lot of things, but I don't disappoint! I graduated with distinction and am now in a high position. ”

"Until I met you, you hapless creature took my Chimera! Now take responsibility, soldier, think of a way, I don't want to have one more retreat on my resume! ”

Lieutenant Colonel Katachan yawned. "This fresh water makes me dizzy, it's something that doesn't exist on Katachan, it makes me addicted and disgusted, don't you think?"

"I've smelled cultist smoke, it tastes a bit like this, the dizziness until I tear open their necks and tell them that the empire doesn't tolerate traitors!"

"I've slain the Greenskins, the Elves, the pirates, the traitors, and the things I don't recognize, and now I'm going to do so generously, because there are too many enemies."

The three of them shouted in unison. "We can't do it?"

At this moment, the tavern was quiet again, and the three of them had finished venting, silent as if they were dead, only the sound of gurgling swallows.

Alan Baier asked suddenly. "The Inquisition already knows?"

Lieutenant Colonel Arvada replied. "No, only the Navy knows to retreat."

Alan Bair replied. "I have an idea..."

They are unscrupulous, with no one in sight, discussing extremely secret matters, and they are already in the boat anyway.

"This world has existed until now because there is no boss, a boss who rules everything, in other words, the green skin here is actually not strong, the previous PDF can be defeated once and again, the problem is that One-Eye is here, and he has become the king here."

"If we can kill One-Eye, the orcs will be a plate of loose sand again, and the officers will leave, we will be the ones with the supreme command, the soldiers will still be there, and the supplies will just be filled."

"Why don't you give it a go!"

The staff officer swallowed his drink. "You're such a madman, I won't agree, if it's usual, it's a rebellion and looking for death."

Alan Bair replied. "I am a dead man, so I am not afraid."

The staff officer smiled wryly. "What do you mean, are you saying that you are the same as a living saint who has come back from the dead?"

Alan Bair drank high. "Yes, I am!"

Lieutenant Colonel Katachan couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Hahaha!"

The staff officer spoke at the same time as him. "What do you want to do, second lieutenant?"

Alan Baier put down his wine glass, no longer drunk, but very clear, the light burst from his eyes, the staff officer and the lieutenant colonel couldn't help but look sideways, he is a jade gold, how many treasures in it have not been found?

Alan Bair's lips were chapped, and he licked them.

"When Greenskin goes into the city, One-Eye will definitely come in too, and we'll hide in the messy city pipes, raid One-Eye, and smash his green head, and if the boss dies, the other orcs will be disrupted."

"As long as the lower levels are guarded, within a week the orcs will start fighting, splitting, fighting, and turning back into those primitive, poor, savage monsters."

"Then we will already have great power, the Astral Army will leave with weapons, take back the city, clean up the orcs, and change the world for a hundred years!"

"It's a dead life, and the chances are slim, but I'd like to try this idea than drinking here."

For the first time, the staff officer cursed a dirty word. "You're *** a madman, sir, I'm joining."

"You're a crazy guy, I don't hate you, and even though you're not old and have far from enough experience, I'll trust you."

Lieutenant Colonel Avada laughed. "You must have been a Katachan in your last life, your head is crazy, and your actions are not orderly, but I will support you, there will be no me in Katachan who attacks the orc orbit, I will lurk in the forest of the nest capital with you and give the enemy a fatal blow."

The three of them hit it off, they shook hands with each other, prayed for the double-headed eagle to bless them, and prayed that the emperor would answer them, and they preferred to fight for it themselves rather than huddle in the reliquary and wait for a miracle, relying on strength and faith, and black powder.

Although there is a lot of nonsense because of the strength of the wine, it is not a heartfelt word, and the flame of hope is slowly burning at this moment.

It's like lighting a candle in a dark metal room, and now they can see things, oh my God, it's not something beautiful, but death, death in the dark and hopeless.

Now they use candles to light anything they can, hoping that the temperature will be high enough to burn the iron wall.

But will they die of suffocation due to lack of oxygen, or will this ridiculous act burn the iron of the house, revealing a glimmer of light, allowing the air to enter, and saving all beings.

No one can judge, only the most desperate moment has passed to see the result, and now they can only believe that they are different.

But this is not a game with rules, who will see again in the end?