Meck sniffed, and there was no expression on his face.
"Oh, that means we have to follow your command, right?"
Arrek could understand the other party's concerns. These people licked blood from the knife all year round, and conspiracy and betrayal were commonplace. For them, controlling the power is everything.
He imagined how he would feel if he was forced to hand over the army to others for command, so he could understand Maker's anxiety.
The two sat high under the pergola, enjoying this extremely long afternoon.
Not far away, some gang backbones are playing a very popular game called Blood Bowl Rugby, a means of wasting time.
Suddenly, a shirtless strong man ran up the dirt slope. The intense exercise made his face flush and his body sweat.
Then he saluted the two people who were lazily leaning on the recliner. Arric judged from the other party's calloused hands and scars that he was a battle-hardened thug, and even with bare hands, he could hit seven or eight wastes in the bare bare bare hands.
"Boss!"
"Okay, Saibi."
Meck turned his head and looked at Arrek.
"Let's bet?"
Arrek glanced at the rugby, it suffered some damage, not very complete.
"I bet on the Red Team."
Arric said with a smile that the Red Team is the team of the strong men in front of you.
The strong man immediately turned around and returned to the hot sand in front, gasping heavily, bent down to look at the rugby on the ground.
With a whistle, the strong men slammed together violently and pushed each other, while the strong man had already held the ball and flew through the crowd like a flying one.
Arrek never thought he could run so fast.
"Red team, get one point."
"Go to have a drink, Saibi."
Meck waved his hand, and the strong man ran to the side excitedly and received a glass of cold wine for himself.
Afterwards, the Blood Hook Helped the boss to twist out a little powder from the golden box and sucked it back on the chair, sighing.
"Brother, you are sure to defend the city."
Arrek turned his head and looked up close. Mek's face looked like a monkey, with a big forehead, wide lips, flat nose, a high dark forehead, and a braid made of long black hair hanging down to his back like a waterfall. The shattered lumps on his throat and chest were hard to ignore. The wart-like tissue was very special, and it looked like he had goiter.
There may be some kind of biological transformation organ inside, or it may be the consequence of Mek's use of drugs all year round.
"To be honest, it's very hungry in Chengdu."
"Then why don't you run? Like that Lieutenant General Ralph."
Lieutenant General Ralph, whom Meck mentioned, was actually the actual commander of Hades's Nest Capital, but after the news of this guy's defeat on the Ashes Plain came, he fled the city privately on the grounds of physical discomfort. By the time Arik went to find him, the guy had already flew to the subcontinent.
It was precisely this that command fell on Arrek's shoulders.
After a short break, another game began, and the Red Team won.
"Red team, get one point."
But now the focus of the two is no longer on the game.
"This is my duty. When I put on that political commissar uniform, my life can only be used to fight against the enemy of the empire and protect the emperor's people."
"Is that uniform comfortable to wear?"
"It's uncomfortable, heavy, but it doesn't block the wind, and it's easy to suck bullets on the battlefield."
"But you wear it all day."
“Responsibility.”
Meck shook his head and sighed:
"I still can't understand. We are indeed people from two worlds."
"So what's your answer?"
"I think."
Suddenly, a sound rang behind them.
"You have too much spare time."
Arrie just turned his head, and while Meck jumped up from his lounge chair, a man with a moxie dry head and a barbed leather jacket stood in the shadow of the pergola with a smile.
"Moyz, you old bastard!"
Meck walked forward and hugged the man.
"Why are you late today?"
"Something happened on the road, Green Skin is coming, and the whole nest is in panic."
The man named Moyz smiled and replied, and Yarik quickly recognized him, the boss of the Wild Dog Gang - a group of guys who are famous for smuggling illegal electronic instruments.
"This is what I have introduced, Arik Political Commissar."
Meck pointed to the political commissar who had just stood up and said.
"Of course, I've heard of a political commissar who killed eleven times."
Yarik just shrugged.
"I don't think this should be new to you."
At this time, Meck brought another cup.
"A drink?"
"Oh, OK."
Moyz sat on the chair, his armor covered in dust, and then pulled off his cloak and weapon belt.
"There are games here, are there any bets?"
"certainly."
"Have you banned the money?"
“There are money and wine.”
Meck said, pouring a glass for his old friend, a big smile on Moyz's face.
"Who wins now?"
"I."
Arrek was a little confused, but his face remained silent.
Moyz took out his wallet readily.
"One hundred yuan, bet on the blue team to win."
Arrek turned his eyes to Mek.
"I don't know you called other friends."
"Of course, I'm just remembering it. After all, this matter... Moyz has a share, right?"
Hearing his name, the boss of the Wild Dog Gang moved his eyes away from the game.
"One-eyed, what did you talk to Political Commissar Arik?"
"Green Skin is coming, and the Political Commissar Yarik hopes that we will accept his command and help him guard the Niaodu."
"It's also helping yourself."
Arrek corrected immediately.
Moyz touched his stubble chin and looked at Arrek carefully.
"I heard that the green-skinned man who came this time was very fierce. Many people died in the Ashes Plain. Even the shit governor ran away. Even if we were all here, can we keep it?"
“It’s not too late to work hard now.”
"It's not like what a confident commander should say."
"Tell the truth."
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "To be honest, I don't like green skins either. Although I have never seen them, I remember my mother said when I was a child that aliens are the only thing in the world that is worse than my alcoholic father... One-eyed, where are you?"
"Me? I had a dream last night."
Meck said with a smile:
"I dreamed that greenskin broke into my doghouse. Although it was dirty, rotten, and annoying, I wanted to leave it all the time, but it was my home. No matter how worthless it was, it was not a place where these garbage could be ruthless, so I fucked them hard."
After saying that, the boss of the Blood Hook Gang looked at Arrick.
"Political Commissar, I think you are satisfied with this answer?"
A sincere smile appeared on Arrek's face.
"certainly."
In the last minute, the Red Team still won the game, Moyz lost his 100 yuan, and Yarik bought the money for both teams.
"But to win this war, it's not enough for someone to do it."
After completing the first goal, Arrick immediately headed towards the second goal, while the two gangster bosses showed some confusion.
"What else are you missing?"
"In the best case, we can slow down the Greenskin's offensive steps into wars of attrition and siege until reinforcements arrive, but it all requires a foundation."
Maker thought for a few seconds, and suddenly realized.
"food."
"Yes, Hades basically does not produce food and relies on imports most of the time. The only food processing plants are controlled by Sir Florent Webb."
When the two gangster bosses heard the name behind, they seemed a little uncomfortable.
Arrek could see it at a glance, he smiled and pressed his hand on the shoulders of the two bosses.
"I know... Sir Webb is your boss behind the scenes, and your smuggling business is actually for him."
Moyz sighed lightly.
"What else can we do to do this kind of business besides being white gloves for those people?"
"Then maybe your chance is here-"
Arrek lowered his voice.
"Tomorrow morning, I will go to Sir Webb's residence to discuss food and supplies with him. If he is tactful, it would be fine. If he is not tactful... I hope you can help me."
The two were stunned at first, then Mek stared at Arrick with a sly smile on his face.
"Aren't you afraid that we will tell us?"
"In the future, we will all be comrades who will fight with Green Skin, and we will hand them behind each other, so I don't doubt it."
Mek and Moyz looked at each other, then nodded at the same time.
"That's up to you, Political Commissar of Arrek."
"Okay, that's all for today. You two will contact the remaining gangs. The conditions I offered are still the same. Now we are all on the same boat... By the way, Mr. Moyz, you seem to have some relationship with the Plumber Association. I hope they can join the defense, and I will talk to their leader if I have time."
Chapter completed!