"It's not good for your duty here, political commissar, I tell you this because you were obviously a feared person, and the right person can bring about a drastic change. If you are really this kind of person, maybe we need some time to prove it. Once you win my respect, I will never interfere with your command."
After the tea was brewed, Arric turned around, walked to the cabinet and took out two dirty cups, poured a little dark red liquid into it, and placed one cup on the table beside Colonel Mair.
Never thought I would come to supervise a political commissar. With a strange idea, Colonel Mill raised the cup to his lips.
"Respect the Emperor."
The tea tastes very strong, obviously it is either an ordinary person or I don’t know which unlucky nobleman’s collection is.
"Respect the Emperor and the people of Hades."
Yarik whispered, drying half of the tea in his cup in one sip.
After a brief silence, Miel looked around the entire room again. Regardless of lack of education or not, Arrek must be a pious man—every wall is painted with a double-headed eagle logo, a mural of "The Ascension of the Emperor" is placed in a niche, and several handwritten scriptures are stacked on his bed.
At least all of this looks reassuring.
"Political Commissar, there should be many empty houses on the top floor of Chaodu. Why do you want to live in this dilapidated house?"
With some hint, Maire asked, continuing to drink tea in small mouthfuls.
"I can't get used to those fragrant beds."
"Oh? Then who are they sleeping now?"
"Women, children, and wounded soldiers."
In shock, Maier put down his teacup.
"You let those lower-level nesters live in the noble house?"
“Is there any problem?”
Arric poured himself another cup, but his hands were shaking slightly.
"I made them bleed, and sent them into the mouth of Green Skin, and made them lose their husbands, fathers, sons, and brothers. This compensation is simply insignificant, isn't it?"
"this--"
Miel thought for a moment, and said carefully:
"Friends, the war will always end, don't you leave a way out for yourself?"
"The way to go to TM!"
Suddenly, Arric broke out, and he threw the teapot to the ground hard, staring at Mike like a furious lion.
"Do you know what happened these days? You don't know, all of you don't know! The people of Hades have made a sacrifice, only they know! Every night! It's every night! In your dream, you know how many faces you are asking me when I will win and where I hope!"
"Political Commissar, you-"
Suddenly, the tense atmosphere was interrupted by a rush knock on the door.
"Come in!"
Yarik barked.
Then, the door opened with the sound of airflow, and the cold wind like a knife poured into the room. Miel quickly wrapped his clothes tightly.
An officer wearing the rank of lieutenant on his collar and cuffs walked in.
"Sorry to bother, sir."
The lieutenant said, and gave a quick salute. This was a young man, his lips were neatly and cleanly and his manners were elegant. He was undoubtedly a military academy student.
"Just just now, the southern power plant sent an alarm that the underground pipeline has been lost, and the green skin may penetrate to the smelter in the middle-level Chaodu."
Upon hearing this news, Arrick was shocked and hurriedly walked to the super large 3D holographic map and looked at it carefully.
Mike also walked over, until he stood in front of him, and he realized that the scale of the map was so amazing, not only marked almost all the streets of the nest, but also marked a large number of lines like tree roots below the entire bottom, including thick and thin.
From the map, half of the areas of the bottom nests have been dyed red, and the middle nests have also appeared flashing light spots indicating the war zone.
“What are these?”
Mike pointed to those lines.
"Pipes, drainage pipes in the Chaodu, and water from the entire Chaodu will eventually gather at the bottom of the Chaodu, thus forming a complex pipeline network. We were able to defend our positions before, that is, we used the pipeline network to quickly mobilize troops and avoid enemy artillery fire."
"Then did the green skin discover it?"
"Yes, and they're more accustomed to fighting in a dark network of pipelines than we do."
"Is there a way?"
"That's right."
With a heavy tone, Arric turned around and said to the adjutant:
"Call Paine and the others."
"yes!"
An hour later, Mail followed Arrek to meet the group of people who were given hope.
They are strong and wear fully enclosed protective clothing, and their breathing masks are lifted over their heads. The most obvious feature is that their protective clothing is full of pockets of large and small sizes.
Plumbers and neighbourhoods are indispensable professions. They are not just literally repairing pipes. In fact, they also need to be responsible for cleaning up dangerous creatures in dark pipes that threaten the drinking water source of nests. They are high-risk professions, so they also have strong combat power and belong to a group that is easily overlooked.
And when it comes to understanding the Nest Pipeline, no one can compare to them.
Now, this large group of men are grunting and gnawing on the ration stick in their hands.
Arrek walked to a man who was nearly two meters tall, dark-skinned, and scarred on his bare forehead.
"Pain, that's not enough."
As he said that, he took out a ration stick from his pocket and handed it to the other party.
The man raised his head and looked at the ration stick in the political commissar with a silly face. He had a depressing desire - in the nest now, nothing is more precious than the ration stick, and equal jewelry cannot be exchanged.
But in the end, the man shook his head.
"Political Commissar, that's yours."
"Take it, you're still worried about me!"
Arrick smiled and slapped the other person in the back of his head. The man smiled foolishly, then tore open the paper bag of the ration stick and feasted.
"Your mission is to regain the pipeline center below the southern power station. If it cannot be regained, then blow it up!"
Hundreds of plumbers shouted and put on breathing masks in one go.
Miel looked at the scene and felt the atmosphere was very depressing, so he asked in a low voice:
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“Almost 0.”
When Arrek said this, he seemed very dull.
"Are they...n't they afraid of death?"
Yarik did not respond, but just took a step forward and said loudly:
"This time, you go on the mission and do you know what to face!"
"I know! Fuck these green skins to death!"
The plumbers answered in unison.
"This mission is equivalent to going to die! Are you afraid?"
"Not afraid!"
"Why not afraid!"
"Behind us is our home and loved ones!"
Seeing these people who were originally just civilians, Miel was shocked, which shattered some of his ideas in the past.
At this time, Paine walked up and handed the half-part food stick to Arik.
"Political Commissar, I know you are more safe than anyone else. Last time I went to inspect the pipeline with us, I almost fainted from hunger. I ate half of it...."
"Hold it!"
Arrek growled and clenched his fists hard to prevent his hands from shaking.
"Hold it well..."
Paine hesitated for a while, and finally stuffed the remaining ration sticks into his pocket, then whispered:
"Political Commissar, the last time my elder brother and second brother left, my mother was sad for a long time. Don't tell her that I'm leaving too... When my second brother went out, he still touched my head and said he wanted me to take good care of my mother."
Arrek stepped forward, grabbed the other person's shoulders with both hands, and croaked in a desperate voice:
"Don't show off! If you can't beat it, blow up the place! You must come back for me!"
Paine nodded, then put on a breathing mask, picked up their tools and weapons, turned around and climbed onto the last car that started.
"he--"
Maier also heard something. Just as he was about to ask a question, the convoy had started and drove away from the assembly site and headed to the crisis-ridden pipeline area.
"Political Commissar, he..."
Mail turned around to ask Arik, but found that the political commissar had left alone.
He returned to his hut alone like a walking corpse, and then sat down slowly in the dark corner.
At first, it was just an occasional sob, and finally turned into a low sob. The iron-bone political commissar in the eyes of the outsider threw away his hat, grabbed his hair tightly with his hands, and curled up into a ball.