People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 567: Political Commissar's Work 3 Axe

"You big-headed ghost!"

Qi Yan took off the ghost army's helmet and glared at the person who spoke.

Then he cleared his throat and said calmly:

"Let me introduce myself. I'm a new cadre sent by the leader. You know me as 'colonel', right?"

When the Shenchi soldiers saw Qi Yan's face, they all took a step back.

One soldier mustered up the courage to speak cautiously:

"Of course we know the colonel, but you are not him... The colonel is tall, has a resolute face, is very handsome, and has a very majestic aura."

"What do you mean, I'm not handsome?" Qi Yan was so angry that his eyebrows raised.

The soldier was so frightened that he shook his head and explained:

"That's not what I meant. It's just that you...hiss, your image, white hair, golden eyes, Rupert..."

He didn't continue speaking, but what he wanted to express was already very clear.

Mandela grabbed his tail hard, forcibly broke free from Qi Yan's clutches, and said angrily:

"He is that bastard Qi Yan!"

As soon as Mandela said this, the soldiers took a step back again.

Mandela refused to give in, pointing at Qi Yan's nose and angrily scolding:

"You bastard, didn't the leader say that we have reached a cooperation? Why did you attack me?"

Qi Yan raised his hand and clenched his fist, then slammed Mandela on the head:

"You silly cat, which one is better, a high-end combat force that is exposed in the open and guarded by everyone, or a killer hidden in the dark?"

"Ah?" Mandela covered his head, reacted for a while, and said weakly, "The killer in the dark."

Qi Yan slapped Mandela again, causing him to squat on the ground, curled up in pain, holding his head.

"Knowing that, you still do things that expose me."

Qi Yan blew on his fist and said, "I was playing poker and singing happily, but suddenly I was stabbed in the back by my own people.

You forced me to summon the Scourge and disguise myself to infiltrate my own team. You are really causing trouble for me. From now on, you will no longer have the command of the Deep Pool team. This is your punishment."

"Why?!"

Mandela was so anxious that he jumped up from the ground without caring about the pain in his head.

The result was the third slap in the face, and he was dizzy and squatted back on the ground, curled up into a ball.

Qi Yan clenched his fists and glanced at the surrounding Shenchi soldiers with a smile:

“So, who is for this decision and who is against it?”

Deep Pool Soldier: “…”

After a moment of silence, a Shenchi soldier hesitated and said:

"Mr. Qi Yan, have you really joined Shenchi?"

"Of course, how can this be faked?" Qi Yan said as a matter of course, "Your leader's sister is already mine, so I am now also the prince of Shenchi!"

"Ah...you mean the leader of the Hill County?"

The soldiers of Shenchi nodded suddenly. Apparently, the fact that Shenchi had two leaders, one visible and one invisible, had been spread by Abrana during this period of time.

But soon he was confused again: "But you took that little leader away by force, right? And you even beat up our big leader for it."

Qi Yan did not shy away from it and nodded:

"I wanted to have a sister rice bowl, but she disagreed, so she got beaten. That's reasonable, right?"

Deep Pool Soldier: “…”

This time the silence lasted longer.

Finally, the soldier from Shenchi said weakly:

"So did you join the Deep Pool, or did the Deep Pool become yours?"

"Hiss, you are a little sober now." Qi Yan looked unkind, "I think you are not an ordinary person. What is your position in Shenchi?"

"I...I am the political commissar of this team."

The Shenchi soldier shrank back, obviously afraid of Qi Yan's gaze.

"From now on, you are no longer the one, but I am." Qi Yan took on a new role as a new official and quickly took on a new identity. "From today on, everyone must seriously receive ideological education and write a vision for the future of Shenchi every day, more than 300 words, and give it to Mandela for review.

At the same time, they gathered at five o'clock every morning to recite the eight concepts of the Deep Pool, and Mandela was in charge of this.

Every night after dinner, we gather together to sing praises to the leader’s achievements, and it is also Mandela who is responsible for that.”

Silence, only silence.

What are the eight concepts of Deep Pool? Do we have them?

"Any objections?" Qi Yan asked with a squint.

“We dare not, dare not!” The soldiers of Shenchi shook their heads in unison.

Finally, the former political commissar tried to find out:

"So, Mr. Qi Yan, you..."

"Call me Commissar!"

"...Mr. Political Commissar, what are you responsible for?"

Qi Yan folded his arms and smiled crookedly:

"Of course I am responsible for dealing with the Sarkaz."

The spirits of the soldiers in Shenchi were greatly boosted.

Even Mandela jumped up from the ground and said excitedly:

"Qi Yan, you still have some conscience. Those Sarkaz are so abominable. How dare they treat Shen Chi like this, and treat me, their leader, like this. They must pay the price!"

"Where did the war criminals come from?"

Qi Yan slapped Mandela again to calm him down.

After getting rid of Mandela, the idiot who didn't understand the situation, Qi Yan waved his hand to dismiss the Deep Pool soldiers.

Then Horn and others immediately surrounded them.

"Qi Yan, are you planning to decapitate Tracy?" Horn frowned and asked, "Aren't you a little hasty? Once Tracy dies, the Sarkaz will be in chaos, and the dukes will march straight in.

When the war breaks out, Londinium will be in chaos and civilians will not have time to evacuate. "

Qi Yan shook his head and gave a wicked smile:

"Of course I won't do that. I'm just going to ask Master Da Te if he will accept me, and by the way, see if there is a chance to bring back the Sarkaz princess."

horn:"……"

She said she was completely unable to follow Qi Yan's train of thought.

Chen stood aside with his arms folded, looking like he was thinking seriously, but in fact his mind was empty. He was just waiting for Qi Yan to assign him a task or stop Qi Yan from doing something too outrageous.

"Rest first today. I will assign some tasks to the Deep Pool spies later. Tomorrow you will change into Deep Pool's clothes and follow Mandela and I into the city."

Qi Yan waved his hand, and the matter was settled.

The natural disaster outside the city of Londinium was slowly coming to an end. The disaster clouds that had originally gathered in one place dispersed again, but still lingered over Londinium.

The next day, news came out of nowhere that a huge shadow had been seen passing by behind a thin cloud somewhere.

In this situation, any slight disturbance will attract great attention from all parties.

But by the time they wanted to investigate further, the clouds in the sky had gathered again over the Shard.

In the western hall of the Holy King's Society in Londinium, Tracys's expression was as gloomy as water:

"The airship has definitely not been exposed, so where did this information come from?"

Next to him stood a tall and thin Sarkaz man wearing black clothes and a black cloak.

The man's face was covered by a goat skull-shaped mask, and only his long white hair hanging down on both sides could be seen. On his head were the white pointed horns of a Sarkaz, very similar to The Shining.

A feminine voice came from under the golden mask:

"Your Highness, the news came from outside the city... Although I haven't investigated the real source, it is very likely from Shenchi."

"Deep pool?"

Tracy frowned, obviously doubting the authenticity of the news.

Anyone could see that Mandela's actions yesterday fully demonstrated the word stupidity. If the other party really had such news, he would have announced it long ago.

But soon, Tracy came up with a guess that made his heart sink.

"Absolutioner, where is Manfred?" he suddenly asked.

The pardoner immediately reported:

"The young general is still on the city wall, controlling the defense forces of Londinium and is wasting his time debugging the city defense artillery."

Tracy tapped his fingers lightly on the armrests of his throne, as if he had made up his mind:

"Tell Manfred that if the Deep Pond men come looking for him again today, send someone to inform me immediately."

(Only two chapters today, Private Marseille~)