Commander's Anime Harem

"Why hasn't the Higla artillery fire arrived yet? Could it be... could it be that the enemy's combat robots are approaching?"

The newly enlisted recruit raised his rifle and carefully poked his head out from the camouflage net to observe. He was so nervous that he stuttered a little when speaking.

"The Higla people won't come."

The veterans were quite composed, some even leaning against the trenches to rest, and some even carefully took out a wrinkled cigarette from their jacket pockets, lit it, took a deep puff, and then passed it to the next person.

When the cigarette, with only a butt left, was passed to the new recruit, a veteran soldier explained: "The Higla people like to use long-range weapons to completely wipe out places they deem dangerous, and only then will they send combat robots for reconnaissance."

"So you won't see any Hiigara alive until we're blown to dust."

"Hahaha, if you want to kick the Higla people's butts, you can only kick the robots' steel butts!"

The veterans all laughed, and only the new recruits pricked up their ears to listen to the artillery attack, but there was no movement for a long time. It seemed that the daily artillery bombardment by the Higla people had really stopped.

When the laughing veterans felt something was wrong, the signalman from the headquarters came to the position and asked all the survivors to gather under the bunker as there was something extremely important to announce.

Gamilas, this emerald green planet still absorbs the sun's rays as usual. The Iskandar people did not think too much when they transformed the planet, so the Gamilas cities were built in the hollows of the rock for light.

On the desolate streets, pedestrians wrapped themselves in windbreakers and walked hurriedly. This was to protect themselves from criminals who would rob them of the food they were allocated. With the shortage of supplies and the conscription of young and middle-aged men, even the capital was greatly affected. Currency was no longer useful, and food, sugar, and meat had become controlled items. Only the meal allocated by the government every day could barely keep people alive.

People who have the habit of hoarding food can still maintain their lives, at least they will not be so hungry that they cannot walk. Those who have used up all their food can only use jewelry and gold to exchange for cheap food that they once obtained by exploiting the colonies. There are even rumors that the pure-blooded Gamilas who can't survive have begun to use the flesh of non-pure-blooded Gamilas to obtain nutrition.

In the central district, at the Demel residence, a large number of people from all walks of life who opposed Albert Disla's regime gathered here.

"Elisa, our family has run out of food. If the president continues to insist on waging war, I can't bear to see my children starve to death. We must take action!"

"Yes, my family doesn't have much food, and we have to help our neighbors. Lately, some of them have been looking at me strangely. If I didn't have weapons at home, I don't dare to imagine what would have happened."

"Go ahead, sir."

Everyone's eyes were focused on the beautiful woman sitting in the first seat, Ms. Eliza Demel. As one of the leaders who had participated in overthrowing the Disla regime, she was now the only one who could gather the power of society.

"Well, I decided!"

"Madam, something big has happened!"

Before Elisa could decide to start a riot, a servant rushed in breathlessly and interrupted her. She had a message in her hand that President Albert Disla was about to convene a live broadcast of the Supreme Council of the Empire.

I took a day off and was delayed again, ORZ, I am really sorry.

Chapter 638: The End of the Great President

Albert Disla's right hand was hanging over the operating table, his knuckles showing a sickly grayish-white color. His always straight white military uniform was now extremely messy, as if it had been haphazardly put on by an early-morning college student who was about to be late. Even the collar was hanging loosely. He had none of the image of a wise and powerful leader as before, but instead looked like a social animal returning home after a day's work.

"I never thought that this day would come."

A bitter smile played on the corners of his mouth. Albert Disla stood on the high platform that had announced countless victories of the empire, overlooking the central square that could accommodate 500,000 people to celebrate together. But now there were no celebrating crowds. There were only heavy tanks and a defense line composed of countless soldiers guarding against the people who would not gather after the massacre. There were also bloodstains on the edge of the square that had not been cleaned up from the previous parade.

"Your Excellency, the equipment has been debugged and can be received anywhere in the galaxy that can receive the signal."

The clone in charge of operating the equipment reported in a flat and rigid tone. His stiff face and dark blue skin made him look like the legendary Gamiras zombie. Around the President, except for some members of the cabinet, even the guards and the soldiers maintaining the defense line in the square were clones.

At a cabinet meeting, after Albert Disla declared his intention to surrender to the Higla Empire, no more meaningless sacrifices were made. Immediately, some voiced opposition. Their reasoning was simple: as the most perfect and noble race in the universe, praised by the gods, how could they surrender to an inferior race like the yellow-skinned Higla?!

No! Absolutely not! Your Excellency the President is digging up the roots of the Gamilas nation!

With this idea in mind, a rebellion led by some high-ranking officials began. Most of the guards stood on the side of the rebels. Long-term influence made the Gamilas people think they were noble like squids. Only a few loyal people stood on the side of the president. The price they paid was that their blood stained the traitors' boots red.

But the fact that Albert Disla can still stand here means that the rebellion has been suppressed. The main force of the Royal Guard was annihilated by BuckyLulu, but the cloning equipment is still there, and the weapons and equipment are ready. The short-lived clone army formed by the catalysis quickly controlled the situation in the capital, and the president who no longer trusted others carried out a thorough purge of the rebels.

Albert Disla, who demonstrated his iron-fisted approach in the war of unification, once again made his own voice the only voice in the entire empire. However, this time he was unable to publicize the greatness of Gamilas, but chose to surrender to the alien race.

After communicating with Xiao Renwu across the star domain and communicating all night, and after several rounds of negotiations and arguing, they finally won the right for the entire Gamilas people to be incorporated into the Higra Empire and become citizens. However, they would not have the right to autonomy, and would be managed by the Higra Empire government. As the supreme leader, Albert Disla was left with only two choices:

The first option is to be imprisoned in a remote star area until death, but he can still have food and clothing, but he will become a prey on the chopping board of Xiao Renwu. Life or death depends entirely on his decision.

There is no need to talk about the second one. A cup of poisoned wine will ensure a quick death, and he will probably be crushed to ashes by the petty-minded Xiao Renwu.

Albert Disla had no right to refuse. More and more planets either lost contact or surrendered. Now even the price of bread in the capital had soared to 500,000 Gamilas credit points. The main fleet was completely destroyed, and the reassembled army was exhausted and running around to put out fires. The people were overwhelmed by heavy taxes, and the resistance forces were like a prairie fire. The military had completely failed, and no one was waving the flag and shouting in politics. Even if there was no danger to the core of the mother planet, the Gamilas Empire was about to capsize.

Continuing to confront the Shigla Empire, which was constantly increasing its troops, would only result in the destruction of the country and the extinction of the race. Gamilas had done a lot of things like destroying other civilized planets. Albert Disla did not think that Xiao Renwu was such a magnanimous person, especially since the war was originally started by a Gamilas cruiser that was experimenting with jump technology and attacked the Shigla Empire's mine, killing a lot of prisoners.

Because of this fuse, the Higla Empire used it as an excuse to launch a full-scale war against the Gamilas Empire, and even brought out the Gamilas emperor Iskandar. The Gamilas fleet along the way surrendered, which strengthened the strength of the Higla Empire. The fighting between the two sides has scattered countless souls throughout the universe. If it continues, Albert Disla is afraid that the Higla people with the killing eyes will completely exterminate the Gamilas people.

"My fellow countrymen of Gamilas, the Empire signed a ceasefire agreement with the Higra Empire today..."

Albert Disla's voice was heard throughout the galaxy through the media. Whether it was soldiers digging trenches on the surface of the planet or refugees hiding in the asteroid belt to escape the war, anyone with equipment could capture the live broadcast.

When they heard about the signing of the armistice agreement, everyone except the senior officials who knew about it held their breath, and then they all smiled with relief. Even those who were loyal to the President couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The war of less than half a year had put a heavy burden on everyone, and now they could finally be freed.

"We will relinquish the administrative power of the imperial government to His Majesty Xiao Renwu, the great Emperor of the Higla Empire. He will grant each of us the rights of a Higla citizen... You will enjoy..."

Albert Disla's body became more and more hunched, and his voice, which was once full of magnetism and a must-have for all the girls and erotic dreams of the empire, became hoarse and was transmitted to every Gamilasian through every public screen on the capital planet.

The soldiers in the trenches on the surface of Gaza star stared silently at the holographic projection of the president, whose face was distorted into a terrifying expression due to the interference of the residual Minovsky particles. Some of them cried softly, some spat, and looked down on the top leaders of the empire. Some picked up their rifles and rushed out, and then were shattered into pieces by the roar of the intelligent mines. A medal that gleamed in the sun was buried by the fallen soil with the smell of blood and gunpowder, and the tattered flag of the Gamilas Empire fluttered in the wind.

"From now on, disarm the Gamilas army..."

"Hahahaha, great, we are free!"

The opposition gathered at Mrs. Demel's house were jubilant, as if they were the ones who had brought about the liquidation of Albert Disla's dictatorial government. Many of them decided to seek higher positions in the Higra government that had taken over, because only democrats like them who represented the light of freedom were worthy of ruling the people below.

Only Mrs. Demel held tightly in her hand the old photo, which was a picture of her and her husband.

"Open all waterway control..."

The people in the residential area were confused. They originally just wanted the President to stop the war, but they didn't think about asking the empire to surrender. At this time, there were already fleets of warships of the Higra Empire Space Force in the low-Earth orbit of Gamilas, and orbital airdrop pods like meteors were breaking through the atmosphere. The fear and helplessness about the future made them at a loss. The people found that their basic guarantees had all failed before the government resumed operations.

"I must tell you, the former people of Gamilas, a secret. The core of our home planet is damaged, and its lifespan is less than a hundred years. We can only hope that His Majesty the Emperor will show mercy and save the people of Gamilas who have pledged their loyalty to you."

The final bomb dropped by the President left everyone stunned. They were eating hot pot and singing songs, and were about to welcome the King, but suddenly the house was about to explode.

Without waiting for the stunned government officials to ask, Albert Disla picked up the pistol, pointed it at his forehead, and pulled the trigger.

"boom--!"

After the gunshots that echoed through the sky, the president, who had fought for Gamiras his entire life, collapsed to the ground with a smile of relief. His remaining consciousness left behind a spiritual message:

"I'll leave the rest to you, Xiao Renwu."

After Gamilas's death, the next thing to do is to fill the Iskandar Queen Stasha Iskandar with bitterness, and then explain some other things. So I will think about it carefully tomorrow. This book is about to be finished, and it is inseparable from the support of all the readers. As my first book, there are many things that I have not considered clearly and have not written clearly, which makes many readers, including myself, not very satisfied. Well, this requires all the readers to bear with it. After all, sometimes I can't take it all into consideration. I would also like to thank many readers for their valuable suggestions and for helping me correct mistakes and typos. This is of great help to me. Thank you all again.

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Chapter 639: Night Talk at the Manor

"To be fair, even from the perspective of an enemy, Albert Disla can indeed be called a great national hero."

Huang Wuyuan Youyang's sleeves swept across the gilded coffee table, and the blood-red wine in the crystal glass rippled as if following the fragrance of the beauty. Youyang, dressed as a red and white witch, looked up at the holographic projection suspended under the Baroque carved dome. The scene of Albert Disla's decisive shooting was still replaying.

Like a witch independent in another space, Youyang still approves of a leader like Albert Disla who is willing to sacrifice for the species. Wasn't she the same in the beginning? In order to allow the people in District 11 to survive, she decisively chose to join Xiao Renwu. The only price she paid was the bodies of herself, her sister Yu Jian Mingye, and a group of S Guards.

Now, the former citizens have all lived in peace and contentment, enjoying the advanced technology and colorful life of this era, with low risk and high returns. This successful investment once made Youyang proud. Perhaps the only regret is that her subordinates had gone to bed with Xiao Renwu earlier than she did, so she didn't get to enjoy the first share.

"But he also left us a huge humanitarian crisis. Tens of billions of people on Gamilas are still waiting to be resettled." The woman in the black suit and the open shirt collar had deep grooves that rose and fell with her breathing. She crossed her legs, showing her slender feet in red-soled black high heels in front of everyone, jumping and moving on her toes.

With her golden hair tied up in a bun, Greena was rapidly reading the data displayed on the flexible screen in her left hand. Her eyes were fixed on the data, but her right hand nimbly and accurately picked up the crystal glass, the rim of which was still stained with bright lipstick. She tilted her slender neck and drank it all in one gulp. "Huh, today's red wine is a little too sweet. Is it because the manor has too much sunshine?"

As she savored the sweet wine, a trace of blood still lingered at the corner of Greena's mouth. Like an old man, she complained about the now-dead President Gamilas: "He shot it all, and it's all over. I need to allocate more supplies for support. I have to work overtime every day, and I don't even have time to take care of my skin!"

"Luckily, there were a lot of supplies before the war, otherwise I wouldn't even be able to come to today's party."

Greena, who lives like a social animal, collapsed on the sofa, stuffing her entire curvy body into it, with her plump thighs open and the white panties inside the black pantyhose displayed without any scruples.

"Thank you for your hard work!" XN The concubines felt the same way about the queen's hard work and the possibility that the emperor would serve as their secretary at any time and anywhere, and they expressed their gratitude.

Covering her head with a blanket, unwilling to face the mountain of work, Greena waved her hand to express her gratitude to everyone.

"We have taken over the central government of Gamilas and, as planned, have established a disaster relief committee to provide assistance to the people of Gamilas."

An ethereal voice like the sound of nature rang out, and her pink hair shone brightly under the light. When Lux put down the crystal glass with her lip prints on it, her tongue rolled the aroma of wine from her soft lips into her warm mouth. Under the control of the singer, the holographic projection was transformed into a disaster relief scene.

In the huge square of Gamilas, transport ships kept descending, quickly unloading the supplies in the cargo hold, and then immediately took off and headed towards the mothership in low-Earth orbit. More transport ships were on the way, and it was obvious that the transport force was already operating at overload.

The citizens of the capital of Gamilas, surrounded by soldiers responsible for maintaining order, lined up in endless queues to register with the staff and receive enough food and daily necessities for a week according to the number of people in each family. Even the drones that flew over to enlarge the picture had to fly at a very high distance to get a rough idea. It can be seen that with the continuation of the war, even the people in the capital of the Gamilas Empire have no food to eat.

"It's estimated that around six million people in the capital will be affected, and the number of people affected in other major cities will be even greater. Baki Lulu is already mobilizing more engineering troops to repair the city's water and electricity, but the manpower is still insufficient. Everyone is busy and needs more support."

Lux was dejected. She couldn't bear to see these things the most. The tragedy of the Blood Festival was still vivid in her mind. It was precisely because she didn't want to see the lives of the people suffer that she led the Klein faction to join Xiao Renwu and use the power of the Shigra Empire to ensure the survival of the Adjusters.

Now that such a tragedy has happened in Gamilas, how can the singer not be sad? All she can do is submit a report and mobilize more resources to support Bakilulu.

"Stop talking about it, compiling textbooks is giving me a headache!"

Marina imitated Greena's paralysis, but she did not spread her legs wantonly. Instead, she leaned against the sofa with her legs together.

The issue of textbooks is also very important. In the original time and space, the people Xiao Renwu wanted to kill the most were the guys who made textbooks. Education, which is of top priority for a country, was actually controlled by a group of people who can't handle shit and can only lick the garbage of foreigners. They came up with all kinds of weird things that poisoned the aspiring young people of the empire. They deserved to be cut into pieces.

Since the country has been established, it is natural to continue to attach importance to education. Xiao Renwu appointed Marina to be in charge of this area and strictly supervise it.

The originally joyful atmosphere turned bitter and boring as the girls complained bitterly.

“Why do we have to do all the work?”

Greena drank another glass of red wine, and her cheeks turned red.

"Yeah, why?"

Huangwuyuan Youyang also finished a cup under the cover of his large sleeves, and his words had a different meaning.

"Think about it, that guy should be blamed, right?"

Lux glanced to the side, with a sparkling look on her lips.

"That's the guy!"

Marina pointed it out directly.

The four extremely beautiful women turned their heads to look at the fierce battlefield over there, their eyes full of resentment.

“Ah! No… don’t… come in again… mmm…”

Melda screamed at the top of her lungs, the tears pouring out of her tear glands made her long eyelashes stick together, and the girl didn't know how many times she had shouted "no".

Seventy-two hours have passed since the first day. Melda has never gotten out of bed, and her feet have hardly touched the ground. Even to the toilet, Xiao Renwu carried her and put her on the toilet. Before the liquid that had accumulated for a while could be sprayed out, the thick hull of the Titan-class battleship was already pressing against her face. Melda could only open her mouth to accommodate it.

The bed, balcony, kitchen, dining table, office, even the gilded coffee table where the girls were drinking tea became Melda's battlefield when she was penetrated by Xiao Renwu Hongru. The water flowed over and over again, and even Melda herself could not remember how many times she had been penetrated.

"It's coming again!"

Xiao Renwu gripped Melda's slender waist, his powerful back pounding fiercely into the secret garden. The splashing juices doused the slumbering witch lying beside him, leaving several streaks of turbid liquid on her pale face. Amidst roars, the two men, still in close contact, clung to each other, the gurgling sound of injections incessant. After a long pause, and several more thrusts, the Titan-class battleship, having completely emptied its ammunition depot, reluctantly withdrew from the narrow webway that was threatening to take its shape.

"Wow...Wow...It's...too...much...This amount..."

Melda's belly was slightly bulging, and two lines of clear tears were falling from her pale blue cheeks. The feeling of being loved made the girl close her eyes slightly, wanting to rest.

But as someone said, how can you sleep at your age???

Xiao Renwu didn't even wipe the Titan-class battleship. He walked up to Melda and slapped the still extremely strong Titan-class battleship on the girl's cheek.

Melda's cheeks were stretched out again and she cried even more. Under her, a tall beauty buried her face in the secret garden as if sucking jelly. Her soft lips pressed against the clam petals and she stuck out her tongue to suck the white plasma ball. She looked so enjoying that if you didn't know her, you would think it was some kind of delicacy.

"No!"

Melda, who was about to be broken, could only whimper and scream, but no one could save her. The bigwigs of the Higla Empire who were just chatting gathered around her, and they all stretched out their tongues to lick the sweet saliva brought out when the Titan-class battleship was pulled out.

Chapter 640: Funeral

"Raise the gun!"

At the order of the officers, the soldiers, wearing the original Gamilas Empire military uniforms that had been ironed to be extremely straight, raised their rifles loaded with blanks and pointed the muzzles at the azure sky. The gleaming bayonets reflected the halo of light cast by the stars.

"play music!"

The officer's command went unanswered. The military band, also in their uniforms, looked at him bewilderedly. The meaning in their eyes was clear: the Gamilas Empire was a thing of the past, and now it was the Higla Empire. So, should they play the Gamilas Empire's national anthem, or the Higla people's song? They couldn't figure it out!!!

"Forehead……"

The officer who gave the order on the stage was also a little confused. Normally, the national anthem of the Higla Empire should have been played, but after moving into the former president's residence, the great emperor did not issue any policies to strictly restrict the people of Gamilas. Perhaps the only thing that was relevant was the reform of the education system, replacing Gamilas's education system with Higla's, and the crackdown on cults, gangs, and drug dealers. Apart from that, the emperor's will was only disaster relief, disaster relief, and disaster relief, and to do everything possible to ensure the survival of everyone.

Due to the turbulent situation and the dismantling and reorganization of the government system, no one came to take care of the funeral of President Albert Disla, who had been frozen into a popsicle. Therefore, the soldiers and civilians who still respected the President spontaneously organized to see him off and wanted to bury him in the cemetery.

When it comes to caring for the people, the officers admire Xiao Renwu's magnanimity and benevolence from the bottom of their hearts. He treats everyone equally and is never biased. Before surrendering, the Gamilas and Higla people were mortal enemies. Now, as long as they do not oppose the government or the emperor and abide by the laws promulgated by the empire, they can actually enjoy the rights of citizens of the Higla Empire.

The officers and their families have received such grace that their parents have been properly resettled, their children can continue to go to school, and their wives have found a new job. The family, which once struggled on the line between life and death under heavy taxes, has regained its former warmth and happiness. It is precisely because of this enjoyment that the officers need to carefully consider the issue of playing songs. It is already illegal for them to wear the military uniforms of the Gamilas Empire. According to etiquette, they should wear the military uniforms of the Higra Empire.

Thinking of this, he broke out in a cold sweat. The fate of those who broke the law was quite miserable. The officer didn't want to lose his prosperous life, so he immediately called his superiors.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. I'll wait. Yes, okay."

The officer who called the city government informed them about the funeral for Albert Disla, and then waited anxiously for the decision from his superiors. However, it was not as he expected. The superiors were furious and scolded them after learning about it. Instead, they agreed to the funeral and said that they would send someone to help them.