It is precisely because of this series of reasons that Zerg chose to fail in the preliminary round.
Because there is nothing you can do about it without breaking it.
At the combat headquarters, there was a huge quarrel over whether to join forces with Zerg.
Radicals believe that if they can withstand the first round of attacks from various ethnic groups.
Then the number of Zerg will only increase, just like when there were Hell.
In this way, the subsequent damage to the Human Legion can be minimized.
Although the risk is high, the benefits are equally considerable.
Conservatives believe that Human Legion has a high probability of not being able to withstand the first round of impact.
If you join forces with Zerg, you will probably be eliminated together with Zerg as soon as the game starts.
It's better to be patient in the early stage and use guerrilla warfare to slowly gain points.
With the Human Legion's current strength, he can fight against the Gods army of any race alone.
As long as we can avoid those legions of overlord races, we may not be unable to achieve good results in the preliminary round even if we don't join forces with Zerg.
It won't be too late to join forces with Zerg in the subsequent main competition.
The centrists believe that whoever has the loudest voice has the right.
For a moment, a group of Military Headquarters senior generals in the command room were fighting together for their own ideas.
Tables, chairs and benches were everywhere.
It's a good conference hall, but the atmosphere is actually much noisier than a vegetable market.
The generals on the neutral side just watched all this silently.
Just watching it wasn't enough, they even started discussing it privately.
One of the senior generals, wearing uniforms and holding a thermos cup in his hand, said to another general next to him with a funny face:
"Old Zhang, look at that guy Yang Zhan, does he look like a god of war?"
Hearing this, Zhang Weidong turned his attention to the direction of Yang Zhan.
Yang Zhan, wearing a camouflage military uniform, was seen holding a bench at the front of the team like a god of war.
He cursed and waved the bench in his hand wildly.
A general with a Western face opposite him couldn't dodge, and his head hit a stool firmly.
It was accompanied by the sound of a wooden Fiber exploding.
The bench in Yang Zhan's hand exploded into pieces.
Yang Zhan spat on the ground:
"Fuck you, daddy! You must have a tough head. If I don't beat you into a dog's head today, I will take your fucking last name!"
The Western-looking general opposite shouted, "F**K!"
The two then struggled with each other.
After looking away, Zhang Weidong grinned and said, "This old boy is still as handsome as before!
That redneck is probably going to suffer a lot."
Hearing this, the general who initiated this topic laughed and said, "Yang Zhan, this old boy, was the champion of the three-armed competition.
His rank of general was achieved through real fighting."
While saying this, he seemed to notice something interesting.
So he quickly raised his hand and patted Zhang Weidong on the shoulder. "Look at Old Man Li over there.
Damn it, you're so awesome, your dentures were knocked off!"
Hearing this, Zhang Weidong quickly looked in the direction of the other person's finger.
I saw an old man with silver hair on his head being blocked in a corner and beaten violently by two strong men.
That old man is also a cruel person.
His dentures were knocked out, but he didn't say a word.
Zhang Weidong clicked his tongue twice. "Tsk! It's miserable... it's too miserable!"
Later, I will post a crowdfunding campaign at Military Headquarters to give Mr. Li a diamond tooth."
At this time, the general said again, "Damn it, look over at Wang Guodong."
Hearing this, Zhang Weidong quickly turned his eyes and looked at a lieutenant general named Wang Guodong.
I saw that the other party was alone facing the violent beatings of four people, but he still had the strength to fight back.
At this time, Wang Guodong, who was wearing a general's uniform, was torn apart by four people and turned into rags.
Maybe it was a real fire.
Wang Guodong, whose eyes were red, pulled off the rag hanging from his body.
All that was left was a pair of bright red pants.
However, even so, he did not flinch at all.
A fist as big as a sandbag was greeted unceremoniously in the face of the general on the opposite side.
At this moment, Zhang Weidong couldn't help but clapped his hands and said, "Wonderful, really wonderful!
I heard that this old boy Wang Guodong went to some Daoist training class some time ago and became a disciple of an old Daoist named Zhang Dabiao.
What kind of physical training have you learned?
When you say something, it makes my blood boil!"
At this time, Yang Zhan's opponent had been beaten so hard by Yang Zhan that he was lying on the ground, foaming at the mouth.
I saw Yang Zhan yelling, "Old Li Hold on, I'm here to save you!"
After saying that, he jumped directly into the meeting Round Table.
Then he pulled it off with his big hand and took off his camouflage top.
His upper body was naked, and his knotted muscles were now slightly red.
Then he was seen lifting his feet, running quickly across the conference table, and rushed towards the old man whose dentures had been knocked out.
When the old man saw this, a fierce look flashed in his eyes.
Then he suddenly stood up and hugged the waist of a strong man in front of him.
"Damn you, Yang Zhan, you stepped on my head like crazy..."
With an angry curse, Yang Zhan crossed the crowd and arrived at the battlefield.
Like a magic weapon descending from the sky, he flew up and kicked the strong man held by Old Li on the back of the head.
The latter stumbled and fell to the ground.
"Tsk, tsk! That's so cruel! You are worthy of being the champion of the three-armed competition!" Zhang Weidong, who had a panoramic view of this scene, couldn't help but let out a sigh.
Next to him, the general holding a thermos cup laughed and said, "It seems that our radical representative is about to win."
Zhang Weidong said with a nonchalant expression, "Punch away with one punch to avoid hundreds of punches.
Why can't those rednecks understand such a simple truth?"
Hearing this, the former said with the same smiling expression, "Not everyone can understand this truth.
Over the years, they have been accustomed to living a stable life, and they may have forgotten one thing.
The current stability is the result of the sacrifice of the dead.
Since the predecessors could fight hard, can't these young men now fight hard?"
Hearing this, Zhang Weidong turned to look at the people around him, and then said in a strange tone, "Listening to what you said, you are still a staunch fighter?
If that's the case, then why don't you get off the court and practice your skills?"
Hearing this, the other party first smiled, picked up the thermos cup and took a sip, and then slowly said, "I'm old, my old bones can't stand such a torment."
Upon hearing this answer, Zhang Weidong just rolled his eyes and said nothing.
The reason why he stood in the neutral camp was actually because of the entanglement in his heart.
If you choose to join forces with Zerg, the number of casualties of the Human Legion will inevitably increase.
Even the whole army was wiped out from the beginning.
But even if we don't join forces with Zerg, we may not be much safer.
The former is gambling, and the latter is also gambling.