Chapter 670 The power of dust


Chapter 670 The Power of Motes

“Too tough will not be helpful to your duties here, Commissar, I tell you this because you have obviously been a feared person, and the right person can bring Upheaval, if you are really this kind of person, maybe we need some time to confirm this. Once you win my respect, I will never interfere with your command."

The tea is ready, Yarrick. Turning around, he walked to the cupboard and took out two dirty cups, poured a little dark red liquid into them, and placed one cup on the table next to Colonel Maier.

Never thought that he would supervise a political commissar. With strange thoughts, Colonel Maier raised the cup to his lips.

“Honor the Emperor.”

The smell of tea was very strong, and it was obviously not an ordinary product, or it belonged to some unlucky nobleman.

"To the Emperor and the people of Hades."

Arrick replied in a low voice, draining half of the tea in his cup in one gulp.

After a brief silence, Maier looked around the whole room again. Regardless of lack of education or not, Alex must be a pious man - there is a double-headed eagle logo painted on every wall, a picture of " The mural "Ascension of the Emperor to Heaven" is placed in a niche, and several handwritten scriptures are piled on his bunk.

At least this all seems quite reassuring.

"Political Commissar, there should be many empty houses on the top floor of the nest. Why do you want to live in this broken house?"

With some hint, Maier asked and continued to sip tea.

“I can’t get used to sleeping in those fragrant beds.”

“Oh? Then who is sleeping in them now?”

“Women, children, and wounded soldiers. ”

In shock, Maier put down his tea cup.

“You let those low-level hives live in the houses of nobles?”

“Is there a problem.”

Arik poured himself another glass, But his hands were shaking slightly.

“I made them bleed, put them into the mouths of the greenskins, and made them lose their husbands, fathers, sons, and brothers. This compensation is simply insignificant, isn’t it.”

"This -"

Maier thought for a moment and said thoughtfully:

"Friend, the war will eventually end. Why don't you leave a way out for yourself?"< br>
“Get the hell out of here!”

Suddenly, Yarick exploded. He slammed the teapot to the ground and stared at Mike like a furious lion.

"Do you know what has happened these days! You don't know, all of you don't know! How much sacrifice the people of Hades have made, only they know! Every night! Every night! How much do you know in your dreams? The face is asking me, when will we win, where is the hope?”

“Political Commissar, you——”

Suddenly, the tense atmosphere was interrupted by a rapid knock on the door! .

“Come in!”

Yarrick barked.

Then, the door opened with a sound of air flow, and a knife-like cold wind poured into the room. Maier quickly wrapped his clothes tighter.

An officer with the rank of lieutenant on his collar and cuffs walked in.

"Sorry to disturb you, sir."

The lieutenant said, saluting neatly. This is a young man with neatly groomed lips and elegant manners. This is undoubtedly a military academy. born.

“The southern power plant has just sent an alarm. The underground pipeline has collapsed, and the greenskins may penetrate into the smelting plant in the mid-level hive city.”

Hearing the news, Yaric looked shocked and quickly walked to the oversized 3D holographic map and looked at it carefully.

Mike also walked over, and it wasn’t until he stood in front of him that he realized the astonishing scale of the map. Not only did it mark almost all the streets in the hive, but there were also a large number of marks on the entire bottom floor. The intricate lines resemble tree roots, some are thick and some are thin.

Looking from the map, half of the lower level hive has been dyed red, and flickering light spots indicating the war zone have also appeared in the middle level hive.

"What are these?"

Mike pointed to the lines.

"Pipes, the drainage pipes of the hive city, and the water in the entire hive city will eventually collect in the bottom hive, thus forming a complex pipe network. We were able to hold our position before by using the pipe network to quickly mobilize troops and avoid enemy artillery fire. "

"So the greenskins have discovered it too?"

"Yes, and they are more adaptable to fighting in the dark pipeline network than us."

"There is a way. ”

“That’s right.”

With a heavy sigh, Yaric turned to the adjutant and said:

"Call Paine and the others."

"Yes!" An hour later, Maier followed Yaric and saw him. The group of people who are given hope.

They are physically strong, wearing fully enclosed protective suits, with respiratory masks lifted above their heads. The most obvious feature is that their protective suits are full of large and small pockets.

Plumbers are an essential profession in the hive city. They are not just as simple as repairing pipes in words. In fact, they are also responsible for cleaning up those dangerous creatures in the dark pipes that threaten the drinking water source of the hive city. They belong to It is a high-risk occupation, so it also has strong combat effectiveness, and is a group that is easily ignored.

And when it comes to understanding the hive capital's pipelines, no one can match them.

Now, this large group of men are chewing on the ration bars in their hands.

Yarek walked up to a man nearly two meters tall, with dark skin and a bald forehead full of scars.

"Paine, this is not enough."

As he spoke, he took out a ration bar from his pocket and handed it to the other party.

The man raised his head and looked at the ration bar in the political commissar's hand with a slightly silly face. He had a suppressed desire - in the current hive city, nothing is more precious than a ration bar, and the equivalent of jewelry is Can't change it.

But in the end, the man shook his head.

“Commissar, that’s yours.”

“Take it, you’re still worried about me!”

Yarrick smiled and slapped the other man on the back of the head. The man laughed innocently, then tore open the paper package of the ration bar and ate it heartily.

"Your mission is to recapture the pipeline center under the southern power station. If you can't recapture it, blow it up!"

Hundreds of plumbers agreed and all brushed their hands. Wear a respirator.

Looking at this scene, Maier felt that the atmosphere was very depressing, so he asked in a low voice:

“What is their approximate survival rate?”

"Almost 0."

When Alex said this, he seemed very calm.

"Aren't they afraid of death?"

Yarrick did not respond, but just stepped forward and said loudly:

"This time, you go on a mission, you know Don’t know what to face!”

"I know! Kill these greenskins!"

The plumbers replied in unison.

"This mission is equivalent to death! Are you afraid!"

"Not afraid!"

"Why not!"

"Behind us are our homes and relatives!"

Looking at these people who were originally just civilians, Maier was shocked, which shattered some of his previous concepts.

At this time, Pan came up and handed half of the ration bar to Yarek.

"Political Commissar, I know you are more economical than anyone else. Last time you went to inspect the pipeline with us, you almost fainted from hunger. I was so greedy that I bit into half of it."

"Take it. ! ”

Alex growled, clenching his fists hard to stop his hands from shaking.

"Take it well"

Paine hesitated for a while, and finally stuffed the remaining ration bars into his pocket, and then whispered:

"Political Commissar, last time When my eldest brother and my second brother left, my mother was sad for a long time. Don’t tell her that I was gone too. When my second brother went out, he even touched my head and told me to take good care of my mother.”
< br>Arrick took a step forward, grabbed the opponent's shoulders tightly with both hands, and said hoarsely with a suppressed voice:

"Don't be brave! Blow up the place if you can't beat it! You must come back to me!"

Paine nodded, then put on a breathing mask, picked up their tools and weapons, turned around and climbed up to the end A starting car.

"He——"

Meier also heard something. Just as he was about to ask a question, the convoy started, taking the plumbers away from the assembly area and heading to the dangerous pipeline area.

“Political commissar, he.”

Maier turned around to ask Yaric, but found that the political commissar had left alone.

He returned to his hut as lonely as a zombie, and then slowly sat down in the dark corner.

At first, it was just an occasional sob, and finally turned into a low sob. The iron-clad political commissar in the eyes of outsiders threw away his hat, grabbed his hair with both hands, and curled up into a ball - —

“Merciful Emperor, why does it have to be me? It has to be me——”

(End of this chapter)

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