The Emperor’s Angel of Death

  Chapter 672 The Power of Dust

"Too tough is not helpful to your duties here, political commissar, I tell you this because you obviously used to be a feared person. The right person can bring drastic changes. If you are such a person, maybe we need something. Time will prove this. Once you win my respect, I will never interfere with your command."

  The tea was brewed, Yarek turned around and walked to the cupboard to take out two dirty cups, pour a little dark red liquid into them, and put one cup on the table next to Colonel Mayer.

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

  "Respect the emperor."

  The tea taste is very strong, obviously not Fanpin, or I don’t know which hapless nobleman’s collection is.

  "Respect the emperor and the people of Hades."

  Arik replied in a low voice, and dries the tea in his cup in half.

After a short silence, Maier looked around the whole room again. Regardless of lack of education, Yarek must be a pious person-each wall is painted with a double-headed eagle logo and a mural of "The Emperor's Ascension" is placed. Placed in an alcove, several hand-written scriptures are stacked on his bunk.

  At least, all of this seems quite reassuring.

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

  With a hint, Maier asked, continuing to sip tea.

   "Can't sleep in those fragrant beds."

   "Oh? Who are they sleeping now?"

   "Women, children, and wounded soldiers."

  In shock, Maier put down his teacup.

   "You let those bottom nesters live in the noble house?"

"Is there a problem."

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

   "I let them bleed and sent them into Green Skin's mouth, so that they would lose their husbands, fathers, sons, brothers. This compensation is trivial, isn't it?"

"This--"

   Maier thought for a moment, then said carefully:

   "Friend, the war will always end, don't you leave a way out for yourself."

   "Go to the back of TM!"

  Suddenly, Yarek broke out. He threw the teapot to the ground fiercely, staring at Mike like an angry lion.

"Do you know what happened these days! You don't know, all of you don't know! Only they know how much sacrifice the people of Hades have made! Every night! Every night! How much do you know in your dreams? The face is asking me when I can win and where is my hope!"

  "Political commissar, you--"

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

"Come in!"

  Arik barked.

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

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

   "Sorry to interrupt, sir."

Lieutenant    said, saluting neatly. This is a young man with neatly clean lips and elegant manners. This is undoubtedly a military academy.

   "The southern power plant has just issued an alarm, the underground pipeline has been lost, and the green skin may infiltrate the smelter in the middle Chaodu."

  Hearing this news, Yarek's face was startled, and he hurriedly walked to the huge 3D holographic map and looked at it carefully.

Mike also walked over, until he stood in front of him, he realized that the scale of the map was so amazing, not only showed almost all the streets of the nest, but also marked a large number of root-like dislocations under the entire ground floor. The lines are thick and thin.

  From the map, half of the bottom nests have been dyed red, and the middle nests also have flashing lights indicating the war zone.

"what are these?"

   Mike pointed at those lines.

"Pipelines, the drainage pipes of the nest capital, and the entire nest capital's water will eventually gather to the bottom nest. Therefore, a complex pipeline network is formed. We were able to hold our position before by using the pipeline network for rapid force mobilization, which can also avoid enemy artillery strikes. "

   "Then Green Leather found it too?"

   "Yes, and they are more adapted than us to fight in a dark network of pipes."

   "Is there a way?"

   "Sure it."

   With a long sigh with a heavy tone, Yarek turned and said to the adjutant:

   "Call Paine and the others."

"Yes!"

  One hour later, Maier followed Yarek and met the group of people who had been given hope.

  They have strong physiques, wear fully enclosed protective clothing, and the breathing masks are lifted over their heads. The most obvious feature is that their protective clothing is full of large and small pockets.

Plumbers and nests are indispensable occupations. They are not just literally repairing pipes. In fact, they are also responsible for cleaning the dangerous creatures that threaten the drinking water source of the nests in the dark pipes. High-risk occupations, so they also have strong combat effectiveness, and belong to a group that is easily overlooked.

  Moreover, no one can compare to them in terms of understanding of the pipes of the nest.

  Now, this large group of men are gnawing at the ration stick in their hands.

  Arik walked to a man who was nearly two meters tall and had dark skin and scars on his bald forehead.

   "Paine, this is not enough."

  Speaking, he took 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 hands of the political commissar with a slightly silly face. He had a suppressed desire-in the current nest, nothing is more precious than the ration stick, and you can't get equivalent jewelry.

  But in the end, the man shook his head.

   "Commissar, that's yours."

   "Take it, you are still worried about me!"

  Arek smiled and slapped the other person on the back of the head. The man gave a naive smile, and then tore the paper bag of the ration stick to eat.

   "Your mission is to retake the pipeline hub under the southern power station. If you can't take it back, then blow it up!"

  Hundreds of plumbers promised and put on breathing masks.

  Meyer looked at this scene and felt the atmosphere was very depressing, so he asked in a low voice:

   "About what their survival rate is."

   "Almost 0."

  When Yarek said this, he seemed very plain.

  "Aren't they afraid of death?"

  Yarek did not respond, but just took a step forward and said loudly:

  "This time, you go to perform the task, do you know what to face!"

   "Know! Damn the greenskins!"

  The plumbers answered in unison.

   "This mission is equivalent to dying! Are you afraid of it!"

   "Don't be afraid!"

   "Why not be afraid!"

   "Behind us is our home and relatives!"

  Looking at these people who were originally civilians, Maier was shocked, which shattered some of his ideas in the past.

  At this moment, Paine stepped up and handed the half ration stick to Yarek.

  "Political and political commissar, I know that you are more economical than anyone else. The last time I went to inspect the pipeline with me, I almost got hungry and fainted. I was greedy and bit by half.

   "Hold it!"

  Yarik let out a low growl, clenching his fist hard to keep his hand from shaking.

  "Hold it well"

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

"Political commissar, the last time my eldest brother and my second brother left, my mother was sad for a long time. Don't tell her that I also left. When my second brother went out, he still touched my head and said that he wanted me to take good care of my mother~ www.wuxiahere.com~ Yarek took a step forward, clasping the other's shoulders tightly with both hands, hoarsely said with a hard-pressed voice:

  "Don't try hard! Blow up the place if you can't beat it! You must come back for me!"

   Paine nodded, then put on a breathing mask, picked up their tools and weapons, turned around and climbed into the last car that started.

   "He—"

  Meyer also heard something. Just as he was about to ask a question, the convoy was activated, leading the plumbers to leave the assembly area and head to the dangerous pipeline area.

  "Political commissar, him."

  Meyer turned around to ask Yarek, only to find that the political commissar had left alone.

  He returned to his hut alone like a walking corpse, and then slowly sat down in the dark corner.

  At first, it was only occasional sobs, and finally turned into a low sob. The iron political commissar in the eyes of the outsider threw away his hat, clutched his hair with both hands, curled up into a ball——

   "The benevolent emperor, why must it be me, it must be me—"

  (End of this chapter)