Chapter 672

"Oh? Who are they sleeping now?"

"Women, children and wounded soldiers."

In shock, Mel put down his teacup.

"You let the bottom nesters live in the noble's house?"

"Is there a problem?"

Eric poured himself another glass, but his hand was shaking slightly.

"I let them bleed, put them in the mouth of green skin, and let them lose their husbands, fathers, sons and brothers. This compensation is negligible, isn't it?"

"This --"

Maier thought for a moment, but still thought about it and said:

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

"Go to the back of TM!"

Suddenly, Eric broke out. He slammed the teapot to the ground and stared at Mike like an angry lion.

"Do you know what has 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! It's every night! How many faces do you know in your dream asking me when to win and where to hope!"

"Commissar, you --"

Suddenly, the tension was interrupted by a quick knock on the door.

"Come in!"

Eric barked.

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

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

"Sorry to interrupt, sir."

Said the lieutenant, saluting briskly. He was a young man with neat and clean moustaches and elegant manners. He was undoubtedly a military cadet.

"Just now, an alarm has been sent from the southern power plant. The underground pipeline has fallen, and the green skin may infiltrate into the smelter in chaodu, the middle floor."

Hearing the news, Eric was surprised. He hurried to the super large 3D holographic map and studied it carefully.

Mike also walked over. Until he stood in front of him, he realized that the scale of the map was so amazing. It not only marked almost all the streets of the nest, but also marked a large number of staggered lines like tree roots under the whole bottom floor, thick and thin.

From the map, half of the bottom nests have been dyed red, and the middle nests have also appeared flashing light spots indicating the battle area.

"What are these?"

Mike pointed to the lines.

"The pipes, the drainage pipes of the nest capital, and the water of the whole nest capital will eventually gather to the bottom of the nest, so a complex pipeline network has been formed. We were able to hold the position before, that is, we can use the pipeline network for rapid troop mobilization and avoid enemy artillery attack."

"Then the green skin also found it?"

"Yes, and they are better suited to fighting in a dark pipeline network than we are."

"Is there a way?"

"Sort of."

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

"Summon Penn and them."

"Yes!"

An hour later, Mel followed Eric and met the group of people who were given hope.

They have strong physique and wear fully enclosed protective clothing. Their breathing masks are lifted above 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 only literally as simple as repairing pipelines. In fact, they also need to clean up dangerous creatures in dark pipelines that will threaten the drinking water source of nests. They belong to high-risk occupations. Therefore, they also have strong combat effectiveness and belong to groups that are easy to be ignored.

And no one can compare with them in terms of their understanding of nest pipes.

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

Eric walked up to a man nearly two meters tall, dark and bald with scars on his forehead.

"Paine, that's not enough."

With 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's hand with a slightly silly face. He had a repressed desire - there is nothing more precious than the ration stick in the nest now, and the equivalent jewelry can't be exchanged.

But in the end, the man shook his head.

"Commissar, that's yours."

"Take it, you're worried about me!"

Eric smiled and slapped each other in the back of the head. The man smiled foolishly, then tore open the paper bag of the ration stick and ate it.

"Your task 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 put on breathing masks.

Mel looked at the scene and felt the atmosphere very depressed, so he whispered:

"What is their survival rate?"

Almost 0

When Eric said this, he looked very flat.

"Are they... Not afraid of death?"

Eric didn't respond, just stepped forward and shouted:

"This time, you go on a mission. Do you know what to face?"

"I know! Fuck these green skins!"

The plumbers answered 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 only civilians, Mel was shocked, which broke some of his ideas in the past.

Then Paine came up and handed half of the ration stick to Eric.

"Political commissar, I know you are more economical than anyone. I was a little hungry when I went to inspect the pipeline with us last time. I ate greedily and bit half..."

"Take it!"

Eric let out a low roar and clenched his fist hard to keep his hands from shaking.

"Take it well..."

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

"Commissar, when my eldest brother and second brother left last time, my mother was sad for a long time. Don't tell her I left too... When my second brother went out, he still touched my head and said he wanted me to take good care of my mother."

Eric stepped forward, grabbed each other's next door with both hands, and hoarsely said in an effort to suppress his voice:

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

Paine nodded, then put on his breathing mask, picked up their tools and weapons, turned and climbed into the last car to start.

"He --"

Mel also heard something. Just about to ask questions, the team started and drove away from the assembly yard with the plumbers to the dangerous pipeline area.

"Commissar, he..."

Mel turned to ask Eric, but found that the commissar had left alone.

Like a walking corpse, he returned to his cabin alone, and then sat down slowly in the dark corner.

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

"Merciful emperor, why must it be me, must it be me -"