Chapter 222 [Added] Let him start killing susceptible period for seven days a week, one day...
The striped socks of Lu Hang were obviously out of place with the major general's uniform.
According to the Imperial Military Uniform Wearing Rules, military uniforms must be worn with black socks to maintain a serious and neat appearance. Even during free time, the socks you wear must be dark.
Lu Hang was wearing a pair of conspicuous and bright green socks.
This is absolutely against regulations outside. If it were in the past, if his father, who was in charge of military affairs, saw it, he would probably slap him and order him to take it off.
Lu Hang pondered for a moment, then put on another layer of black socks on top of the socks Huo Yuan gave him.
But in this case, the two layers of socks are too thick, and the handsome leather shoes of the major general level no longer fit his feet.
Finally, he could only force his foot in.
Uncomfortable.
Number 8 in the cage had no idea what was going on in his mind. He only saw him walking around and changing his clothes. Finally, before going out, he came to the mirror again and practiced for five minutes.
Number Eight is now strong enough from his feeding, and speaks with more energy than before: "You can't do that, it's not disgusting enough, your mouth should be tilted upwards at a 20-degree angle, and your right eyebrow should be raised at the same time. Remember to lift your belt when you walk, and walk crookedly while licking your lips while walking with your legs splayed out."
Lu Hang: "...There are too many details. I'm still learning."
Number 8 glanced at the book he brought and thought, wow, the actor’s self-cultivation is a bit too serious.
But there is nothing we can do about it. Everyone knows that a good undercover agent must be a master of superb acting skills. The best actors are never at the Oscars, but in the secret police incinerator.
After all, if the former is not performed well, it will only lose money, but if the latter is not performed well, it may cost one's life.
Lu Hang is indeed a natural spy with a mental stability rate of 98%. He can be called a master of closed-brain. Even ten lie detectors cannot defeat him.
But in the current situation, mental stability alone is definitely not enough. Since Lu Hang has already boarded the Duke of Devouring's ship, accepting the position of major general is equivalent to being tied to the chariot.
He was no longer that insignificant little noble.
His every move, every cry and smile, will be under strict surveillance.
Once he reveals a flaw, the omegas behind him will be brutally executed on the spot.
The Army Aviation cannot be careless.
He must maintain that ambitious, greedy and lustful persona and survive these twenty-one days.
In order to avoid being exposed, Lu Hang would carefully observe the movements, words and expressions of the nobles around him every day when he went out, write down the details, and then go back and constantly adjust his state to disguise himself as one of their loyal ones.
He also got some rewards.
For example, those people praised him for being very smart. Since he was the Duke's attendant, he was not too cautious when talking to him, and sometimes he would casually explain the whereabouts of his family property:
"Call me if you want. I'm not afraid anyway. I've sold all my properties long ago and put my precious metals in the bank for safekeeping. At most I'll move to another place for the rest of my life."
"Which bank? Please recommend!"
"It's a small federal bank. My brother-in-law is friends with the branch manager, so it's a piece of cake to get this done. If you can't find a reliable one, I can also ask for you. Of course, you know, they will charge a portion of their hard work fee."
"I understand this, so I'll leave it to you. I'm very tight-lipped and I won't tell anyone."
Lu Hang passed by inadvertently and secretly wrote down the address of the small bank branch.
After returning home that night, he closed the bathroom door, tiptoed to lift up the ceiling above the bathtub, and fumbled out a small plastic bag from the dirty dust.
There was a small notebook inside.
Lu Hang bit off the pen cap and quickly wrote down the detailed information while recalling it. Finally, he drew a circle next to it and wrote the number 79.
The nobles gave numbers to the omega slaves, and Lu Hang also gave numbers to the nobles.
The numbering order is based on the seats.
As for which noble each number specifically referred to, Lu Hang wrote it on the note hidden at the foot of the bed in the bedroom. If you keep them separate like this, the danger will be less.
Because sometimes the Duke would send someone to look for him. He had to tread carefully.
On this day, the Duke asked him, "Bai Ling is regrouping their troops to attack my star, but since the last stop on the Midway Star, the military only has two elite eagle regiments left, and the manpower is more than 50% short. Xiao Lu, can you think of any way to recruit soldiers as soon as possible?"
Of course, it was impossible for the Army Aviation to provide them with any effective advice.
So he pretended to think for a moment and deliberately said the opposite: "Your Excellency the Duke, I wonder if you still remember the Homecoming Act of that devil in Isuparaiso. I believe that it is this act that has caused a large number of civilians to leave our planets and we are unable to recruit able-bodied men in time."
Duke: "Nonsense, of course I know! I'm asking you for a solution."
Lu Hang bowed his head and saluted, with a hint of cunning in his eyes:
"Isupalaiso's intention is to make males 'good males', which is actually suppressing their nature. We should oppose what the enemy supports. We might as well release the males' nature and tell them that as long as they stay and join the army, after victory, each of them will be given ten omegas and a villa. I don't believe that they will not be tempted by such money."
"Ten omegas?" The Duke took a breath. Even he found this an outrageous idea.
What kind of solution is this?
This Lu Hang couldn't figure it out and just fooled him.
Lu Hang lowered his eyebrows and eyes and said: "Sir, there will always be brave men under a big reward, you may as well give it a try. As for how many to give out at the time, it is still up to you to decide."
The Duke of Devouring thought about it and it seemed to make some sense.
Anyway, going back on his word is his traditional skill. It is one thing to say something, but it is another to implement it.
And according to his past experience, the more unreasonable the reward, the more it will attract desperate criminals.
"Very good, I will discuss this with the other dukes right away," Duke Devourer said arrogantly and happily, "If your opinion is adopted, we will reward you."
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"Ten omegas?"
"Yes, now our number of male refugees has decreased by 30%. Some people even heard the news and wanted to sneak over the border checkpoint and go back to the other side."
Bai Ling was a little bit unbelievable, "Don't these people have brains?"
The subordinate hesitated and said, "Actually, it's because... many males have always been dissatisfied with His Majesty Isuparaiso's policies. But in order to survive, they bit the bullet and took the Imperial Outstanding Male Certificate. But in fact, they have long had complaints in their hearts."
Because they were afraid of being affected by the war, the alphas and betas studied all night and finally got a pass to the rear of the revolutionary army.
But when they got there, they found that all the rules and regulations of Wild Star were based on the old rules - this meant that they would have to wear muzzles when going out during the susceptible period, and those whose pheromones exceeded the standard would have to be equipped with cursor shackles.
Why? !
Although most males take the attitude of making the best of what they have and starting their lives afresh. But it cannot stop a small number of people from feeling resentful and resentful in private.
Now, the Octopus Empire suddenly announced to the entire galaxy: [Everyone is welcome to sign up to join the army! As long as you join the army and fight against the evil Isupalaiso and Bai Ling, you will be given ten omegas each after victory! ]
Upon hearing this news, the group of males, who were already dissatisfied, were ecstatic. They packed their bags overnight, called their friends, crossed the border under the cover of darkness, and headed for the male paradise of their dreams.
That’s ten omegas!
The susceptible period is seven days a week, so if you play one a day, you will have some left over.
You’d be a fool not to go!
Haha, Isoparaiso, without us, the social pillars, you will regret it. I surrendered to the enemy.
All of a sudden, the number of people who volunteered to join the Imperial Central Army increased dramatically. It was said that the registration office was brightly lit and long queues formed overnight.
In addition to those who defected from the rear, there were also civilians from the capital planet and its affiliated planets. Some people even claimed on Starnet that they were professional mercenaries of the Federation, "As long as you v-t me 500 travel expenses, I am willing to sacrifice myself and go to the Empire to take over ten homeless omegas."
When they heard that the Federation was moved, how could the Empire's heroes dare to show weakness?
Those who were quick-witted and dissatisfied with the policy signed up with great enthusiasm.
In just four days, 500,000 new soldiers were recruited.
The imperial military was able to stand firm again.
Kaide's face was so happy that it turned into a chrysanthemum. He shouted openly: "Old Viper, I am doing what the people want. You are doomed to fail!"
Isn't this a harsh punishment?
The Homecoming Act, which the old Viper was so proud of, was so easily cracked and ultimately failed miserably. Cade felt that the mermaid would be so angry that she would smash her tail and all her old scales would fall to the ground.
Love it, must watch it.
In order to witness the defeat of his mortal enemy with his own eyes, Cade excitedly waited in the monarch's office, which he only visited once every ten thousand years.
The news that came was...
Bai Ling: "Such a good purification method, why didn't I think of it, and it has to be you."
Then the Yexing military issued a solemn announcement: [The policy of treating prisoners well is cancelled, and we will kill them all without sparing any one]
Cade: “????”
No, not you - who is the tyrant? ? ! ! !
The reason why Bai Ling made this decision is very simple.
First of all, this recruitment propaganda is ridiculous at first glance, and no one with a bit of intelligence would believe it.
According to the mermaid, "A male with such a low IQ is not qualified to breed with my omegas."
Secondly, what good could it be if you go after ten omegas? Just the dregs of society. They also have to thank Cade for proactively selecting this group of people and sending them to the enemy side.
Before, Bai Ling had always been worried that Yu Chen's policies were too extreme and would be warned by the Interstellar Alliance Human Rights Agency.
However, now that Cade and the others had made this move, Bai Ling immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Without even hesitating, he killed them all.
Even Seibuji clapped happily: "Now we can kill with a clear conscience."
In the office, Bai Ling used his knuckles to tease the plant kidney, muttering to himself, "What kind of flytrap are you? Cade is the real flytrap. All the flies have flown to his house. We will use rockets and cannons to blow them all up, cleanly."
Next to the table was the report he had just flipped through.
It shows that a huge amount of military equipment and rations are arriving at the fortress at a rate of four transport ships per day; the military vehicles produced by civilian enterprises in the rear are priced to the lowest and of high quality; the particle energy "Capybara" submachine gun produced by the Gorgon branch is easy to operate, and an 80-year-old grandmother can learn to use it within half an hour...
On the four-dimensional map floating in front of him, red handwriting clearly marked the area and date of the next attack.
The date shows: D-day, the day after tomorrow at 12 noon sharp.
This date seems a bit impatient for both parties.
The minister in charge of military weapons manufacturing of the Demon King Pillar said cautiously: "Your Majesty, do you also feel that His Highness Bai Ling's attack efficiency is getting faster and faster?"
"If we continue like this, I'm afraid we won't be able to take steady steps."
This was a general meeting. The ministers were trembling with fear waiting for the monarch's reply, but they heard a slight "click" from the other side.
Yu Chen stood up from the flowers, turned his head calmly, and took the velvet ribbon from the mechanical butler. Hand-made bouquets require excellent aesthetic color matching. He thought that all the art history and fine arts history he learned since childhood were useless, but they were just right for hand-making daily bouquets for his queen.
You can easily draw a Monet garden, which is light, lively and full of vitality.
In contrast to the sweet and fresh style of the flowers, there is a bass voice that is enough to shake the history of the empire:
"Let him cook."
Let him start killing.
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"Kill it, kill it! Oooooohh ...
A group of nobles were playing chess. When the strongest queen ate the king, the game came to an end.
"Major General Lu, would you like a plate?" Someone came over enthusiastically and put his arm around his shoulder.
"No need. I played too hard last night and I feel a little sleepy now." Lu Hang yawned lazily, revealing the marks on his neck without any care.
"Hey, you actually let those bitches eat you?"
"What's the big deal? You're just impressed by my charm. Aren't you the same?" Lu Hang retorted as a matter of course.
"It's still our Major General Lu who will play!" The nobleman dared not say anything. Facing the current Lu Hang, he could only flatter him and did not dare to disobey him in the slightest.
Today's Lu Hang is the Duke's favorite.
No one expected that his ridiculous method of recruiting soldiers would be so effective as never before. Regardless of the quality, the military's manpower gap has finally been filled.
From this perspective, it is not an exaggeration for the senior generals of the entire military to kowtow to Lu Hang.
Therefore, the Colosseum responded to Lu Hang's needs and all the omegas in the cages were played with by him.
I heard that some of them had blood coming out of their mouths and fainted when they were sent back.
This is enough to prove how perverted the Army Aviation’s gameplay is.
But here, the more excessive the gameplay is, the more it is condoned.
After a week, Lu Hang said he was tired of hiding in the house for fun. He wanted to have some fun in a more open place, the more exciting the better, such as driving a tank through the antique streets of the Colosseum.
The NPC beauty said softly, "Master Lu, tanks are indeed unrealistic, but we can still provide you with off-road vehicles."
So, that afternoon, Lu Hang drove a group of omegas on the stone-paved road, playing ear-piercing music and rushing around in circles, and finally "accidentally" crashed into a statue of Octopus Cade.
No one blamed him, but instead praised him for his ability to play.
Lu Hang smiled complacently and continued to develop new games in the limited space.
Today the slaves were assembled and dressed in robes to rehearse Shakespeare for him. Let the omegas learn to sing tomorrow. Whoever sings the wrong tune will be hit with a gold nugget. I will laugh while watching those Ogas wiping their tears in humiliation. There will be a fireworks display the day after tomorrow, with fountains and swimming pools, and beautiful women singing and dancing. He will sit in the middle with a champagne in his hand, surrounded by beauties, and he is very happy.
There is no day without noise.
In the early morning, the delicate beauty helped Lu Hang up. He staggered back home drunkenly and burped.
When he walked into the room and saw the prey in the cage, he grinned, released them all, and threw the gold on the ground, "I want to see them fight for the gold! Whoever gets it will sleep in my bed today."
The Omegas looked trembling. Under his pressure, they all panicked and tried to grab the things by lying on the ground.
When the servant who helped him over saw this scene, he tactfully retreated.
The door is locked and the walls with extra-high soundproofing material block out the sound. So the servants didn't know, and the fun in the door stopped for a moment.
Lu Hang leaned against the wall, bowed his head, and said to them:
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry to number eight, sorry to number sixteen, sorry to number twenty-seven, sorry to all the officers, sorry, sorry..."
"fine."
The three masked Os were used to it. They stood up as if nothing had happened and took turns patting him on the shoulder.
They all knew that this was protection.
If they fail to do so, they will be assigned to other nobles. What awaits them then is torture a hundred times more severe.
Although the purpose was clear, Lu Hang suffered mental torment in the long run.
He is not that kind of person.
But in order to play the role of "Major General Lu" well, he has to put himself into the role and devote himself to being a bastard.
Sometimes he was so into his acting that he couldn't even tell whether he was pretending or was truly expressing malicious intent. This feeling is so terrible, as if I was possessed by an evil spirit just now. I tremble all over when I think about it.
At this time, he would carefully take out the pair of socks, the green striped socks.
When he put it on, the anxiety in his heart would be alleviated a little, as if the speed at which he was being eroded by the devil had been slowed down.
But the external devil was never willing to let him go.
Within two days, Lu Hang was entrusted with an important task and led the 16th Division to carry out a breakthrough mission.
The Duke came over and told him, "You can pack up and go."
At that moment, Lu Hang's heart seemed to roll from the cold mountain top into the hot magma.
He could walk now, and the half-merman wouldn't eat him...but what about the slaves? !
I live, but they can't!
Should I go?
Can I leave?
………………I shouldn’t leave!
Lu Hang thought that he must be afraid. Afraid of death, afraid of the unknown future here, it was easy for him to stretch his legs and step outside, but the guilt that came with it could completely ruin the rest of his life.
Then he couldn't help but think, what would Huo Yuan do?
——The upright Huo Yuan would definitely stay without hesitation.
So, Lu Hang made a decision.
The next day, he rejected the Duke's kindness with a reason that was both frivolous and consistent with his recent behavior.
"I'm not leaving, sir." Lu Hang hugged his favorite No. 8 and took sloppy steps. "I feel more inspired here. Conducting is an art. Artists need to vent in order to create works. I can't leave here."
The Duke frowned: "Then how do you command?"
Lu Hang was so arrogant, "I can do micro-management. You just need to type the necessary information into a document for me every day, and I will be able to command remotely. Besides, didn't Master Longmeler hide in the rear and never go to the battlefield?"
As he spoke, he muttered quietly, as if the Duke hadn't heard him, "The front line is a Buddhist temple. I won't go there."
He is simply lustful to a certain extent.
But in the Duke's view, lust is the most insignificant flaw. On the contrary, Lu Hang has these habits and is easier for him to control.
After weighing the pros and cons, the Duke of Devouring simply agreed to his request.
As a result, battle reports came in continuously. Lu Hang asked for another large room here to use as his office.
He lived like an emperor, enjoying a life of luxury and debauchery while working hard for the empire.
Soon, he received many reports of failed battles - all from other divisions.
Apparently, those newly recruited males were unreliable. They lack training, are afraid of death, and are short-sighted. Some of them have low judgement and IQ and often kill their own teammates by mistake.
Bai Ling's revolutionary army is the exact opposite.
They were high-spirited and full of ambition, and the more victories they fought, the braver they became. Several legions became famous in different battles and were given legendary nicknames.
The four legions of the ocean clan that are good at underwater ambushes are called "Underwater Hounds", and the mixed division led by Huo Yuan is known as the "Hell Zoo". The original pirate group, which was fighting independently, painted the stolen Imperial command ship with the McDonald's logo overnight, and shouted arrogantly in the communication wherever they went: "Dongguai Dongguai, we are the French fry thieves! Hand over the French fries and I will spare your life."
As the French Fry Army glided across the night sky, the common people were all scratching their heads in confusion, "Why are there still Maimon believers?"
Then, they found a low-key elite group of Eagle veterans among the ground forces, each of whom drove a specially made disabled-specific mecha, the Sidewinder S2 generation machine. They were moving very fast, with a banner in the front reading [The Deathly Lao Xiang Ji Group: Next stop, Capital Star!] ]
Lu Hang was locked in bed reading the intelligence and couldn't help but smile with his face buried in the pillow.
"This group of people... The last time I saw so many weird nicknames was when we were in the debate team."
He muttered to himself, but couldn't help turning two more pages despite the drowsiness at three in the morning. It seemed that through the words, he could imagine the scene at that time and fantasized that he could join in.
But he had more important things to do.
He had to plan the attack route for the Imperial 16th Division.
In terms of capabilities, Lu Hang actually lied. Although he graduated first in the command department, he followed his father's arrangement after graduation and joined the system as a military policeman.
Military police are different from regular army. His work for many years had revolved around daily patrols and escort, such as attending the funeral of the Duke's son.
Therefore, his command ability has actually been abandoned long ago.
But it's not difficult to pick up, it just takes some time and effort. In this regard, the omega superiors helped him a lot. As soon as the door is closed, everyone sits together and studies the map.
They had to find a foolproof route that would ensure that the revolutionary army would not be harmed while symbolically occupying some cities and achieving a superficial victory.
Three days later, the Army Aviation submitted the route and D-day to the Duke.
After two days of sleepless waiting, the messenger suddenly delivered a victory notice.
Lu Hang held his breath and opened it. It was his 16th Division! Very good!
Although the actual number of enemies killed was only twenty, they successfully captured a medium-sized city.
This piece of news stood out so vividly amid the overwhelming defeat of the Imperial Army that the Duke of Devouring held a banquet for him and rewarded him greatly—giving him a box of gold.
Lu Hang was abnormally excited and was ready to spend the heavy gold without hesitation.
He held banquets day and night, giving fine wine to everyone who passed by, and the scene was as extravagant as Gatsby's.
——He propped his hands on the sink, his whole body was shaking, and his neurotic self-loathing made him pale and vomit.
Get up and have fun. Wear a silver shirt when you go out in the morning and change into gold in the evening, as if you have returned arrogantly covered in money. His shattered face was reflected in the broken mirror.
--Vomit. Hold your throat and spit.
The Duke came over, he skillfully took its tentacles and kissed them once, twice, three times, and said affectionately, Without your appreciation, I am nothing.
-- Vomiting, vomiting violently, and coughing violently.
One day, Heinz and his secretary came to do some work and were surprised to see him here.
"This guy really is like a fish in water," the secretary said in amazement. "Even I couldn't tell for a moment whether he was genuine or just pretending."
Pilot fish are good at coexisting with sharks, and they are really born to do this.
The deafening music played:
HAPPY! HAPPY——HAPPYHAPPY!
Lu Hang almost couldn't understand the word happy.
He leaned against the fire escape at the rear of the party. The bright green light from above shone diagonally, dividing his face into abrupt blocks of light and dark.
"Hey, Brother Lu, I heard that the division you led won again! Now everyone outside calls you the master of micro-manipulation, awesome."
Hai Luo leaned against him.
The hand that was smoking the cigar was shaking slightly. Lu Hang forced himself to smile, but it was a fake smile.
Hai Luo glanced at the expensive cigar between his long fingers and said in surprise, "You never smoked this before."
I don’t even smoke.
"I need to smoke now." Lu Hang blew out smoke rings.
"need?"
"like."
"Your hands are shaking. Hey, maybe you've overindulged yourself in sex?" Hai Luo joked as usual.
Lu Hang looked back with a smile, but there was no warmth in his eyes. The next second, he punched Hai Luo hard.
Hai Luo covered his chin in shock, "Hey, you are too, too——"
"Watch your words." Lu Hang straightened the hem of his military uniform and said coldly.
"Okay...Major General Lu."
Hai Luo swallowed the blood in his mouth.
Before leaving, he turned sideways, looked at the man standing alone in the corridor, and couldn't help but say:
“You’ve changed.”
People will change with the environment.
Circumstances drive people crazy.
I don’t know when it started, but Lu Hang can no longer distinguish between himself in the mirror and himself in reality. He began to get confused.
The striped socks on his feet, hidden under the black socks, were the only thing that made him feel real.
But these days, even that doesn't work anymore.
Lu Hang felt stomachache again. The stomach is an emotional organ, and the gastrointestinal tract is the second brain of the human body. If he always takes stomach medicine but still doesn't feel better, it only means that there is something wrong with his mental state.
In the bedroom, he crawled to open the cabinet, pulled out the instrument, and tested his mental stability.
The past records rose one by one, 98%, 94%, 85%, 76%, 60%...
Today, 58%.
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