Chapter 489 What Did I Think?

But to be honest, Commissar Kane felt that except for the first taste of wine, the rest of the taste was just like the precious drinks he drank at the noble banquet of the Buranis.

These things are called wine, but it is better to say that they are a kind of substitute for wine.

"I never knew there was such a place here."

"Old Jock's place is not a store, it's just a small gathering for soldiers to entertain themselves." Commissar Kane answered Erica's question, "and you have been busy supervising me."

At this point, Kane laughed. He thought it was a joke that Erica and he had in common, after all, it was she who ordered him to be imprisoned.

Erica tilted her head and looked at him, not understanding that Commissar Kane was talking about a joke. Kane could see his silly smile from the reflection of Erica's gas mask eyepiece, and this embarrassment made him cough twice.

There was only silence between the two of them, one was Kane who was drinking by himself, and the other was Erica who was wearing a gas mask and staring at him.

Kane couldn't stand this kind of motionless gaze. He felt that the wine in his hand was not so delicious, but fortunately someone came to rescue him.

The tent curtain was opened again, and the sound of military boots stomping on the ground sounded. The voices of the soldiers in the tent stopped talking, and everyone turned back to look at the door.

A team of Kriegs, two by two, a total of six people, in the eyes of Political Commissar Kane, these Kriegs wearing thick coats and gas masks were no different.

"They are sisters."

"What?" Political Commissar Kane didn't hear what Erica said suddenly, and Erica repeated her words again.

Sisters? Kane raised his eyebrows and looked at the six people who were almost in step with each other and found a place to sit down. They stood straight and didn't look like they were here to relax.

Everyone whispered to each other. In their eyes, these Kriegs were strict teachers, meticulous soldiers, tireless excavators, and wooden heads who were not good at socializing.

No matter what image they were, they had nothing to do with leisure and entertainment.

Erica stood up and interrupted the whispers of the crowd. They knew this colonel and wanted to see how she would handle this situation.

"Hello, soldier."

"Hello, colonel."

The standard salute was completed almost at the same time, and there was a loud stomping sound after that.

"Krieg Company, 1342 squad, right?"

"Yes, colonel."

Just then a complaint came into Erica's ears. Other soldiers were complaining that the arrival of the Krieg people destroyed the originally warm atmosphere.

But Erica would not be angry because of such complaints. There was no need. Taking a piece of paper handed over by a member of the 1342 squad, Erica glanced at the content on it. She clenched her fists behind her back slightly. People who knew her would know that this was her subconscious act of surprise.

After handing the paper back, Erica saluted the soldiers and then sat back next to Political Commissar Kane. At this time, she was looking at Old Jock, and Old Jock nodded to him meaningfully.

Commissar Kane didn't understand what the interaction between the two of them meant, and didn't want to expose his stupidity by asking, so he simply shut up and waited for the next development.

Ding Ding Dong Dong.

Old Jock shook a chain made of shells, and he stood behind the bar and announced to everyone a piece of news that was worth celebrating.

"There is a secret show to watch today."

"Secret show? What secret show?"

Everyone's interest was aroused. Drinking some alcoholic drinks and chatting every night is certainly good, but it would be even better if you can watch something more interesting.

"Could it be these Kriegs?" Commissar Kane thought of the mysterious interaction between Erica and Old Jock, and focused on these misfits.

Team 1342 started to move. They walked to a piece of open space specially cleared by Old Jock. There was a solid platform made of iron plates and wooden boards. At first, everyone thought it was the place where Old Jock used to put wine, but now it looks like a stage.

Everyone looked at the movements of the Kriegs curiously, and just hoped that they would not fight a fight on the stage.

The next second, this worry was replaced by cheers, because they saw the Kriegs taking off their masks, and they also saw beautiful, young and similar female faces under the masks, of course, with no expression, and blankness occupied their cheeks.

But this sense of blankness made people feel more pity, but everyone present knew that the Kriegs were superb in combat skills, and no one regarded them as weak women.

Only Erica, who was also from Krieg, could see that these Krieg sisters were not as indifferent as they looked. Their unsteady blue eyes and trembling eyelashes had betrayed their hearts.

They had once charged towards the hell that was more than ten times more terrifying than the nightmare without fear, but now they were nervous and trembling about exposing their true faces in front of their comrades.

"I have to say, I thought the Kriegs were all calm." Political Commissar Kane also saw the entanglement of these Kriegs, but he didn't understand the Kriegs, he had a keen intuition about women.

"We are far more complex and sensitive than you think, we just don't have the opportunity to show it."

"I thought you were a special case, so why didn't you have the opportunity?"

"You asked a stupid question."

"Oh. Oh! I understand, I'm sorry."

Commissar Kane laughed at his mistake. The Kriegs in their regiment had indeed survived for too long.

However, the low conversation between the two of them did not reach the ears of others, just because the Kriegs on the stage took off their gas masks was just the beginning. They were now taking off their coats neatly.

"The throne is up there!"

This was the only thought that all the soldiers had when they witnessed the actions of the Kriegs. They never knew that the people under the masks were so "enthusiastic and unrestrained"

Some soldiers even covered their faces, only revealing a little bit of vision through their fingers to secretly observe the situation outside.

Fortunately for the soldiers, the Kriegs did not do anything immoral. They were not naked under their coats, but wore strong and durable overalls.

"Hi!" The surprised soldiers sat down again, with a hint of disappointment in their voices.

Six similar-looking Kriegs hooked each other's arms, and then they all stamped their feet, their solid military boots making a crisp sound on the equally solid platform.

In this comic series, this Crow Guard is a 600-year-old veteran