Lin Fan: "Oh... Actually, strictly speaking, I am clearly single, so why am I like this... And Mr. Jin, you are exaggerating a bit. She can't stare at me all day long..."

The words have not yet fallen.

Lin Fan suddenly touched the back of his neck and asked curiously: "The heater is quite warm, why is it suddenly a little cold?"

Not long after, the planes were allocated.

The warriors held each envelope with satisfaction and read it carefully. They wanted to crush their faith and save the plane of their race.

Those envelopes contain the level and race information of the plane, as well as the number of ethnic groups.

Because these soldiers are special forces, they spend most of their time learning how to break faith and learn about human thinking, and do not have much time to train.

Therefore, most of them are not very strong. The average strength is at the fifth or sixth level. In today's Daxia, it is not even as good as some students and old men among the people. They are purely weak groups. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are powerless...

…

But they looked at the "second-order", "third-order", and "seventh-order" planes in the information and were not worried.

Even the most powerful plane has "Twelve Levels"!

Because these planes are bound by faith, there are no gods.

A person who becomes a god is someone who absolutely believes in himself, will not place any hope on others, and has the determination and courage to challenge everything!

As for the numbers that can easily reach hundreds of thousands, millions, or even tens of millions, they are not worried.

Because I am not there to fight with my life, but to spread human thoughts!

The greater the number, the happier they are! These are all students waiting for their teaching, and they are all military achievements at the end of the mission!

"Everyone, have you received your equipment?" Lin Fan said solemnly.

"Report to the Commander-in-Chief, get it!"

The soldiers said this and saluted neatly. They all wore an inconspicuous space ring on their right index finger!

Two hundred space rings!

This was what Lin Fan exchanged with the Star Chamber of Commerce for the divine crystals and divine domain fragments left behind by the elders he killed in the divine treasure.

Each of these space rings is filled with generators, fuel, solar charging panels, laptops, USB flash drives, and players, all of which are filled with Daxia movies, songs, and novels.

It covers love, friendship, teacher-student relationship, faith, dignity, struggle, dreams, and hopes, and carries five thousand years of culture and five thousand years of emotion.

These are things forbidden by God!

These are the so-called "sins" that should be expiated and washed away!

But it is also the glory of mankind!

Of course, there are also some war films and military propaganda films, which also serve the purpose of anti-war...

"It's time to let them see the flames of mankind." Lin Fan said solemnly: "Gods regard hope as a sin, so let's let them see if the sins of mankind can burn away the faith they have established!"

The soldiers responded loudly: "Yes!"

"We will be the most devout believers in Winter, integrating with them, leading them, and ultimately looking at these "sins" with a critical eye!"

"Yes!" Lin Fan nodded heavily: "You have to blend in. You have to tell them that we humans are weak, and we are in sin and confusion. You have to guide them to embrace the glory of God and wipe out the "sin" of mankind.

",To conquer our world for the gods!"

"Finally save us from sin and confusion, let us get God's guidance, spread the glory of God on our land, and let us become devout believers!"

"And in order to conquer us, they have to understand how sinful we are... They have to watch our "sins", and the flames start to burn..."

These are already standard procedures.

Regarding the collapse of faith, Mr. Chen gave a twelve-word action policy - "I join, I am loyal, I take the lead, and I rebel."

"Put on makeup!"

Lin Fan gave an order, and a team of makeup artists quickly walked out, walked to each soldier, took out the makeup box and started tinkering with it between the eyebrows.

That is a symbol of winter, and this time the mark of the gods is a white snowflake, shining brightly.

This represents devout faith in the God of Winter!

This is a paint specially formulated by Mr. Chen. It has a touch of divinity and is a gift that can only be obtained by devout believers in the gods.

When other believers look at it, they think, oh, you are also a devout believer. They will instantly treat you as one of their own.

After all, it is a gift from the gods, which is equivalent to being verified by the gods.

Lin Fan also wondered how Mr. Chen could prepare such paint that had a hint of divinity, and he also asked.

Mr. Chen didn't say anything at first, but then he asked anxiously. Mr. Chen said: "Isn't it just divinity... What a gift, why do you need a gift? I would grind the god's bones into powder, paint the center of my eyebrows, and still wear it.

With a hint of divinity..."

This is equivalent to solving the problem from the root.

Simple, crude, and straightforward.

The most difficult problems often require the simplest solutions.

It's just quite expensive.

This time, the paint in the Winter Temple consumed one hand of the corpse of Elder Winter who died in Lin Fan's hands and was chopped into coke.

Of course, Lin Fan still hasn't remembered his name.

After painting the marks of the gods, the makeup artists were not idle, and took out pieces of shabby snow animal fur coats with primitive workmanship, and put them on these warriors in addition to their military uniforms.

Wearing these, these warriors look like primitive people in the snowy fields, and they feel like snow mountain bandits.

"Remember, from this moment on, you are traitors to mankind! You are devout believers in gods!"

"You are humans who believe in winter. You have lived in winter since childhood. You are afraid of ice and snow, worship ice and snow, and adapt to ice and snow!"

"You kneel down and worship the God of Winter, use ice and snow as your totem, have devout faith, offer tributes, beg that this year's winter will not be too cold, and beg the benevolent gods to leave you a piece of land that will not be frozen!"

"yes!"

The soldiers shouted loudly. After reading the information, they who had undergone special training instantly entered the role. The firm, sharp and fearless eyes in their eyes turned into eyes mixed with despair and begging, with deep piety.

"You have to pretend to be pious, but don't forget that your real goal is to save them and crush their faith."

"The first time I raised fire, I, Daxia, formed the Alliance of All Realms, established cooperative relationships with one hundred and thirty-two planes, and became comrades-in-arms."

"Today, we, the human race, raise fire for the second time. This mission is related to the re-strengthening of the Alliance of All Realms. You will become my torch in Daxia, lighting up one hundred and seventy planes!"

Lin Fan said in a deep voice: "But, before that, your first goal is to ensure your own safety!"

Lin Fan waved his hand, and the next moment, the makeup team once again pinned a snowflake-shaped totem badge on the brothers' original coats.

This is a space vibration device.

It records the space vibration frequency of the Blue Star plane, which is the key to returning home quickly.

"Safety first, if the operation fails, go home immediately! Leave the rest to your family to deal with." Lin Fan did not say how to deal with it.

But everyone knows how to deal with it.

Outside the Great Wall, Situ Hong led 60 million soldiers, loaded with guns and ammunition, ready to kill at any time!

This is war!

War with the gods!

There are only friendly forces and enemies, no third parties, and no one can stay out of the war!

If you are not willing to fight side by side with humans, you want to fight for the gods!

There must be such a race!

Maybe they have been kneeling for a long time and are unwilling to get up. Maybe some races have been in the darkness for too long and are already afraid of fire. Maybe the faith established by the gods is too strong, making them completely forget the glory of their ancestors and the race.

Dignity, willing to be the cattle and sheep raised by the gods.

But no matter what, as long as you refuse to stand up and want to fight for the gods, you will face the slaughter of humans!

Daxia doesn’t have time to influence them little by little!

"In addition, this time there is relatively ample time, but at most I will give you and those planes three months. In the last month, Daxia will prepare for the war with all its strength, and there will be no time to save those stubborn ones!"

"So, after three months, even if you have not completed the task, no matter how reluctant you are to leave, you must leave!"

"The rest will be handled by me, the gods of Daxia, and the military."

The soldiers shouted: "Yes!"

Lin Fan was about to salute and say goodbye when he suddenly thought of something and said again: "Oh, by the way, brothers who have been drawn to the Dog Clan plane, don't worry. Even if I, Daxia, need you to dedicate yourself to the country, I will never let you really do it.

Go eat shit!”

"To be honest, you guys are in for a treat this time!"

"Here, I officially announce that our chief scientist in Daxia, Mr. Chen, has recently developed a food that uses abalone, scallops, velvet antler, foie gras, caviar, saffron, truffles... and hundreds of other precious foods and medicinal materials.

, and finally succeeded in producing a food that looks like shit, smells like shit, and eats like shit, but is not shit!”

"This is a great invention in the world of human science and cooking!"

"Take it and put it on the undercover brother in the dog clan plane!"

Several staff members walked out quickly and handed bags of stinky food to the lucky ones who had drawn the dog family.

Those warriors who were drawn to the dog clan plane: "..."
To be continued...