Chapter 671

Standard Tera calendar, 942.m41

Amegiddoton planet, main continent, Hades nest

Lieutenant Colonel Mel Gomes followed the messenger through the labyrinth of traffic trenches to the personnel shelter.

Along the way, he saw many busy nest residents, basically women and children, constantly carrying some metal waste.

After questioning, he knew that these wastes would be transported to the temporary Arsenal to produce crude weapons and ammunition. Considering that this is already the upper nest City, but there are so many civilians, it is obvious that the commander of this place has moved the civilians to a safer place.

There was no doubt that this would infringe on the interests of the upper class nobles in the nest. Mel Gomes couldn't help believing more in the rumor.

After walking south along the supply channel for a while, they arrived in front of a wooden house with closed doors. The surrounding guards turned a blind eye to the people coming. The herald entered a four digit password on the runiwen panel on the door frame, and the door hissed open.

Mel Gomes entered quickly without waiting for the invitation from the inside, and the door behind him closed again.

Then, the colonel of the auxiliary army of the star Knights found himself standing in a dark room. The walls of the room were dirty and there were several pieces of broken furniture. Four groups of heating coils were evenly arranged at the four corners of the house, buzzing in an effort to fight the cold in the air.

The upper nest is no better than the lower nest. Because of the altitude, it seems very cold most of the time.

Mel Gomes took off his cloak and scarf, hung them on the hook knocked into the dirty frozen wall, and took off the heavy pressure of his coat, which made him feel relaxed, but it did give him enough warmth and protection outside.

Many times since landing, Mel Gomes has felt incredible things again and again.

"Help yourself if you want to sit, Colonel."

In the middle of the room, a figure stood looking at a detailed nest map under the dim oil lamp.

Mel Gomes pulled a wooden chair that was about to fall apart from the small table in the middle of the room and sat down carefully for fear that it would suddenly collapse under his ass. until the chair fully accepted his weight, he took off his big cornice hat, put it on the dirty table, and took out a shiny Silver wooden comb from his pocket.

As he used to do every time he took off his hat, he combed his oiled black hair with a wooden comb, straight behind his ears.

The figure turned his head, saw these, and snored from his throat.

Mel doesn't think he admires vanity. He believes that maintaining a good personal image is a necessary condition for performing his duties, which is probably a kind of self-respect.

"I can't think of it." medal. "

Eric shook his head and looked at his chest. There were more than a dozen hanging there.

"In the three-month defensive war, I lost at least 3 million soldiers and more than 500 million civilians. I don't deserve such congratulations."

Mel Gomes was stunned for a moment. In fact, considering the fierce battles he had experienced in the past, the number was frighteningly low in battles of this level. After all, any large battle of the Empire was tens of millions of casualties - only soldiers, and civilians were rarely counted in it.

But from the political commissar's tone, it is obvious that he is really angry about the war damage?

"Your reaction really surprised me, political commissar. I thought you would be satisfied with this score. Only some militia could repel green raids of that scale? You deserve a medal."

Eric smiled, if the barking from his mouth could really be called 'laughter'.

"Obviously, you have no idea how fucked the situation here is. Didn't anyone give you a briefing on your way?"

Mel frowned.

"Maybe you can better explain it to me."

"We have been overwhelmed in terms of military strength, poor equipment and complete self-sufficiency in supplies. The food production plants have lost all production raw materials, and there is no more energy for them to continue production. Almost all the animals in the nest have eaten up. After a period of time, we may have to consider cannibalism. The only hope is my belief in the emperor."

Eric sniffed, and the smell of the teapot attracted him.

"I thought you could bring enough supplies and personnel."

"There are green fighters everywhere in the sky. I'm lucky to be here this time."

Mel Gomes said that there was also some helplessness here. The original command led by star soldiers had a large-scale air support plan, but perhaps it was because they were caught off guard by humans from the air in the Gray Desert War I. The Green people learned to be smart and built a large number of fighter planes like crazy.

On the human side, due to the special system of the Empire, the fighters are under the control of the Navy. There are only a few fighters at the Orbital Defense station, but those fighters can't even splash in the atmosphere.

Therefore, after losing air control, the large-scale air supply plan can only be declared dead.

"But it really bothers me to hear these frustrating words from a political commissar. I rarely tolerate pessimism. In fact, I firmly believe in the power of the emperor and firmly believe that under good command and morale, there are no goals that imperial soldiers can't achieve, and I certainly don't need to remind you of my authority."

In the face of threatening words, Eric just looked back at the Colonel fearlessly.

"Well, what authority has the commander of the soshyan war given you?"

Mel Gomes frowned. He didn't want things to go this far.

In fact, not long after soshyan gained command of the planet's armed forces, a large number of petitions against Eric for killing the nest nobles were also sent to him.

Out of his understanding of Eric, soshyan did not think that the commissar was a cruel and indiscriminate man, nor did he believe that he would betray the Empire, but since there were such rumors, he had to make a statement.

The task of Mel Gomes is to bring his password and subsequent deployment on the one hand, and to find out the truth of the matter on the other hand. If Arik really fails to live up to his duty or makes serious transgressions, Mel will call a team of star soldiers with his carrying beacon to carry out punishment.

It's not soshyang's cold nature, but he can't make mistakes on the battlefield. Especially in such a key position, he would rather be more defensive.