"Yes, send someone." Gongsun Dekang supported: "Send outstanding students aged fifteen to twenty in our family, fill them with their souls, and put them in the battleships or spaceships on the front line. Even if they can't fight, they have to stay on it. The spaceships and warships are blown up and they die together."

Murong Qingwan hesitated, and after a while, he said, "I'm afraid this is too cruel to the children? What if they lack the ability?"

"Cruel? Insufficient ability?" Gongsun Dekang smiled. "Haha, they all performed so well in school, and they organized students to participate in this activity and vote. They said they were elites, and they would choose what kind of group they would like to graduate from the future, and how to use their political abilities to the administrative department. Why can't they go to the battlefield?"

"They are young, they are all children, and it is not easy. If you are an adult, you should take care of them." Murong Qingwan said again.

Gongsun Dekang did not compromise at all and said, "I don't think so. I'm young. I'm twenty years old and still young. I can't go to the battlefield at a young age, so I should be taken care of. My son has lived until now, who has taken care of?"

"He sells water in the desert. Does anyone take care of him because he is young? He entered the city and gained status. It was because others thought he was young. Even when he was filled with his soul, he was less than twenty years old. When he rushed into the group of beasts of the Brain clan with cold weapons, did the beasts of the Brain clan keep his hand because he was young? When he blocked the teleportation channel and turned the tide, who would ask him about his age?"

"Aren't those high-end students in the school excellent? Go to the battlefield to perform. I don't expect them to fight against thousands of enemies like my son, and I don't want them to take out individuals and easily kill an enemy warship. I won't let them use a spaceship to fight the robot's sphere base battle group."

"My idea is very simple. They fought with other soldiers in the warships and spaceships, and rushed forward bravely with the enemy's crazy artillery fire. The body filled with souls is not really dead. Why can't other soldiers do it? The elites are not blown out."

"Compared with my sons, they are happiness. If you don't believe it, throw them onto a strange planet, give them a smart butler, and the same lifesaving pod. I see if they can survive at this age? I don't expect them to come back and live by themselves. I give them a thumbs up to praise them."

Gongsun Dekang looked at the motionless spherical spacecraft on the image, as if he could see his son inside the spacecraft. He said disdainfully.

Murong Qingwan raised his fist and pounded him: "Always compare others with our sons, it's different. You have too high requirements for them and give them more opportunities. Social infrastructure needs them."

"Give it, but I have to go to the battlefield first. You must know that in the past, they spent a soul-filled resource on each person. I trained them with the things my son obtained. The same young people, but my son wanted to help them."

"I don't want to hear how good their grades are in school. I don't want to see their organizational skills in publicity. My son and daughter-in-law are now thrown into their school, from strangers to adapting to familiarity. At most half a month, the original president of the student union promised to be suppressed. Do you believe it? It's not a game of force, a game of the same rule. My son and daughter-in-law are fine."

Gongsun Dekang became more and more excited as he spoke. Although he didn't care much about his son's body at home, he basically only had a few words when he met. But he cared about his son very much. He was nothing more than being good at expressing himself. He always felt that the father and son were too close to him and did not look like a man, so men should do this.

Instead, he is better with Narasha. Usually, when he asks his son to come for dinner, he always greets Narasha. Then he asks about the situation in the house there, and by the way, Xiao Qi Xiaolang.

Murong Qingwan is different. If she doesn't talk to Gongsun Murong for half an hour every day, she will feel uncomfortable. For example, it's cold on the planet now. When she sees her son, she promises to tell her son that she should add clothes and not freeze. She drinks it when drinking water, and has tea at home, so take it back to drink it. Eat it in time. Remember to eat some fruit after eating.

Like an ordinary mother, even if she knows that her son doesn't need to care about the weather, a body filled with soul, and internal strength and mental strength, how could there be problems? But she is used to this and feels comfortable to say it out.

Now listening to her husband praise her son, she was happy and said, "As you said, let all schools choose excellent children and give them quotas. We have seen the situation on the battlefield in front of us. My son usually leaves half of the resources for us. I have estimated that at least 900 billion locations can be provided, and perhaps more."

"Of course, my son must be better than others. When his spaceship continues to fight, he will get more."

"What else have you gained? Haven't you seen that the army is going home and not fighting with our son and daughter-in-law. They only have one spaceship left, and how can the firepower be comparable to a fleet? Our people have not arrived yet, so it would be great if they arrived. They will not be afraid of war, and can fight with blood and fight with the owners of the silver-white hero spaceship, which is glory for them."

"Yes, what the lady said is that more importantly, our people are familiar with various battle formations, so it is easier for our son and daughter-in-law to command. Not to mention that the number of troops far exceeds the previous command, even one billion combatants will be more efficient than the army on the other side. This is 40 billion. I wonder if my son will wait."

"I guess not. They are unwilling to waste time. They will rely on spherical spacecraft to find fighter jets, especially my good daughter-in-law, who will choose a good route. I will send a message to my son and tell him to act now, but don't rush to too deep and wait for our people to pass by."

After Murong Qingwan finished speaking, he really sent a message to Gongsun Murong. The image changed. The two of them watched Gongsun Murong and Narasha roast beef legs. They could use fire-type magic to cook the lamb legs, but they slowly roasted them.

Narasha's little face looked serious, and she used a paper shell as a fan to slap the fire from time to time, and some black things were rubbed against her nose, and many little guys were guarding beside her saliva.

Gongsun Dekang and his wife had to admit that their son and daughter-in-law were so alive. After the battle, the battlefield was still cleaned. They could actually play barbecue in the spacecraft. Ten other members and capable people used kitchen knives to cut other dishes, which seemed to be trying to mix with cold dishes.

"Don't play this episode, the people will not be able to bear it." Gongsun Dekang said with a smile.

But it was broadcasted, but there was no sound.

Then the sound appeared, which was from Gongsun Dekang.

"Gongsun Wuming, Gongsun Yewuming, and the rest of you, I am Gongsun Dekang. I order you to move and fight within a small range, not to deviate from the position too far, and wait for our Galaxy Civilized Fleet to arrive, and you will be commanded to launch an attack on the Clam Thorn Universal Beasts and avenge our allied comrades."

Gongsun Murong and others understood that they were used as advertisements for publicity. Their current identities were not Gongsun Murong and Narasha, but heroes in the silver-white spacecraft, and they had to cooperate.

The twelve people immediately stood up and saluted: "Yes, complete the task resolutely."

Their heroic appearance was immediately recognized by the people. They like to see the moment when the soldiers obeyed orders and looked at the iron-blooded appearance. If there were no grilled beef legs and the little guy hurried over to help flip it, it would be even more perfect.

Gongsun Murong and others would be better off eating compressed biscuits and drinking cold water. Occasionally, a bug was pulled out of the soil and chewed. The injured person cut bullets with a saber and poured the gunpowder on the wound. Then a person holding a cigarette in his mouth put the cigarette butt on it, burning and disinfecting it with a squirt. That was definitely a perfect heroic image.

Unfortunately, Narasha was wearing a cartoon pajamas and a hat with a big ball on her head, which looked like Santa Claus. Gongsun Murong was shining, with big shorts and slippers underneath, and a bucket of freshly opened wine next to it. The charcoal fire crackled, and the little guys were afraid of being fucked and brushing oil on the cow's legs.

As a result, the people cheered first, and then burst into laughter. They understood that the intensity of the battle was too low, their blood-loving members were relaxed, and they had the leisure to barbecue. Especially a little guy, who stole his mouth and was scalded, made a ball of ice and put it on his mouth, blinked his big eyes, and looked very painful.

The audience laughed louder and louder. Of course, their laughter was proud and kind, and no one looked at the twelve people who were now criticizing the colorful dreams.

As we all know, even if the members of the Bloody Flying Leg are relaxed, it is understandable that the colorful little guys are funny and have good combat power.

Gongsun Dekang almost laughed out loud and said seriously: "Continue to have a meal and prepare to pick up the enemy."

"Be ready at all times." Gongsun Murong and the others continued to answer solemnly, and a lot of dust flew out from beside him. A little guy saw that the fire was too big and blew his breath.

‘Hahaha…’ Many square screens and the people in front of the TV screens were hilarious, and some even rolled around with their stomachs. It was so funny and happier than watching entertainment programs. The main thing to look at should be serious and solemn. Everyone on the screen and every little guy exists like a hero, but now they are so lifelike, and the contrast is too strong.

The people smiled happily while letting go. The ability to relax the blood and colorful dreams so relaxed, which means that the enemy is too weak. It turns out that heroes are so romantic when living a normal life. They can control the flames and wind, but they have to blow them with their mouths. Hahaha, it's so funny.

As soon as the signal broke, Narasha clapped her hands and said, "Okay, OK, we're going to promote again. It seems that we have to wait for the later Galaxy Civilization Army. It's just right, just walk around to see if we can find good things. Who blew it just now? The dust flew everywhere."

The little guys all showed a confused expression, no one admitted it.

"I just knew it was like this. I really thought I couldn't find anyone to do it? Well, let's continue baking now, and then we choose a direction to check it out. I always feel that something good should appear."

Narasha flipped her legs and grabbed a little guy and said, "I'm going to continue. Please search Piaotianwen. The novel is better, faster and faster!"
Chapter completed!