"If aliens forcibly land in the stupidest way, they must suffer heavy casualties and have no combat effectiveness in a short time."

Leaning on the sofa, Herman von Straub, the governor of the planet, expressed his views in a lazy tone.

"At this time, it is entirely possible for our army to concentrate its forces, besiege them on all sides and annihilate them at one stroke."

What he was really afraid of came from what he was afraid of. Eric's first thought after learning that oak had landed was that he hoped that the governor of the planet would never have any ideas.

But now it seems that the other party not only has ideas, but also has great ideas.

After rubbing his temples, Eric, who was used to shouting on the battlefield, asked back in a gentle tone as much as possible:

"Then, your excellency, what do you think is the probability of destroying Oko?"

"80% sure."

"Only 80%, I'm afraid -"

Before Eric finished, Herman threw aside the towel on his forehead and sat up with the help of the male and female attendant.

I saw the governor of the planet. Although his face was thin and capable, his heavy eye bags and irrecoverable fatigue proved that his spirit was far from as good as it looked.

Herman sat up, laughed twice, rinsed his mouth with the water in his glass, and then vomited into the basin held by the attendant.

"Political commissar Eric, I heard that you have fought with the green skin many times in the past and created good achievements. What good suggestions or plans do you have in this critical moment?"

Instead, Eric hesitated. In fact, he didn't have a detailed plan, because it was only a day from the appearance of oke to the landing.

There is only one general idea in his mind. Even if he says it, the other party will probably not adopt it. He can only say that he has humiliated himself.

But he really didn't want to see the bad scene of the war. After weighing it over and over again, he decided to try hard.

"Governor, I really don't have a plan here. I can only reluctantly put forward a few suggestions for your consideration."

"Oh, tell me."

"First of all, strong walls and clear the field, and move the population and materials of all towns and strongholds outside the nest capital back to the nest capital nearby. The green single ship assault must not bring much materials. They are best at supporting war by war. As long as they cut off their road, these aliens will not easily become bigger."

Herman von Straub remained silent, and Alec could only harden his head and continue:

"Secondly, all nests have stepped up the construction of fortifications, urgently mobilized all combat troops, sent help signals to the surrounding galaxies and Tara, sent troops to the central rainforest, built several lines of defense using the complex environment of the rainforest, and blocked the green skin outside the subcontinent."

At this point, Eric had noticed that the governor of the planet was looking bad, so he could only throw out the last plan that was relatively risky, but not so risky.

"Of course, we can't sit back and watch the green skin rest. At present, the green skin is concentrated in the ash plain, where the terrain is open and there is no danger to defend. We can concentrate the troops of the four nests of helsrich, Inverness, atarus and akcheron, and build several blockades with trenches, barbed wire and bunkers 100 kilometers away from the green skin landing area to block the green skin in the area. If the green skin is true If you are weak, you can destroy it at one stroke. If the green skin has more strength, our army can also rely on fortifications to carry out war of attrition and wait for reinforcements to arrive - "

"Political commissar Eric, you're not amegiddoton. You may not know..."

Suddenly Herman interrupted Eric.

"Here, courage is a man's life. Even if I can pull my face, I'm afraid the generals outside will not agree."

Alecton clenched his fist. He could hear that the other party was mocking himself, let alone the word "man". It was so ironic from the mouth of the waste.

But there is no way. He may be able to shoot an unqualified officer, but the governor of this damn planet has become the Lord Commander, that is, his superior.

He won't do it unless he has to.

After so many years, he is no longer the hairy boy of that year. Although he hates the worldly wisdom, he is not stupid enough to violate it.

But it really involves the survival of millions of people, and he doesn't hesitate to die!

"Then I would like to ask, governor, how much do you know about the landing green sheets? Do you know the exact number of them? Do you know their equipment level? Are you familiar with their behavior patterns?"

After Eric's tone was a little harsh, Herman's eyes became sharp.

"What do you want to say, political commissar Eric, you might as well speak up."

"At present, our army knows nothing about the green skin of landing and rashly launches an all-round attack, which has little chance of winning."

"Hum!"

Herman immediately clapped the table, and the attendant behind him began to tremble.

"Are you disdaining the courage of our amgiddotons!?"

"Never meant to."

"The world has experienced countless wars, but no war can defeat us! We have such a huge force, such excellent weapons and equipment, and enough armor! We even have the support of the Titan army of steel skull! But you told me that we can't crush a handful of green skin?"

"Based on my years of experience -"

"So are you scared?"

Eric narrowed his eyes. He was already considering whether to punch the disgusting * * lover in the face.

But fortunately, before he made this decision, the other party had made a decision.

"In that case, I won't force you, political commissar Eric. After all, we can't force a man without a sense of honor to participate in the war."

Herman smiled frivolously and sat back on the soft sofa.

"There is always a lack of someone who can restrain the discipline of the local garrison, political commissar Eric, just drive there."

"What!"

Eric stepped forward with anger in his eyes, which made the attendant scream.

Herman took his time.

"This is my wartime personnel transfer right granted by the holy emperor. What, do you have any opinion?"

Eric stared at the dandy. If his eyes could really spit fire, the other party would have become coke.

Unfortunately, he can't even vent his emotions.

After a minute of stalemate, Eric finally had to give in.

"Yes, sir."

After leaving this sentence, he left the smell full of perfume. In the eyes of many officers in doubt or contempt, he walked alone to the apron.

Everyone can only see his back, but can't see his sad face and murmuring mouth.

"What to do, what to do..."