I summoned the Fourth Scourge in Warhammer

Chapter 248 Does this mean that this game is finally going to transform into a more appealing type?

The purification operation went very smoothly, even exceeding Regan's expectations. The speed with which the suicide bombers carried out the mission was a stark contrast to their lazy demeanor in the camp. This pleased Regan, but also made him increasingly aware of the contradictions within this unit.

He returned to the makeshift command vehicle located in the center of the camp. Inside, the data panels were constantly updating, displaying fuel consumption, ammunition quotas, and the mission completion status of each squad. Everything was in perfect order, meeting every standard of military regulations.

Just as Regan was reviewing the postwar report and feeling satisfied with the sense of order that belonged to a political commissar, a burst of hearty, even somewhat noisy laughter came from outside the car.

"Hahaha! Commissar Regan! Your orders today were absolutely right! Those insect-infested ghost gardens are completely wiped out!"

With a sound, the door of the command vehicle was suddenly pushed open, and Tang Ren strode in. Behind him were Cai Ji and Fei Wu, who was holding a military shovel and laboriously scooping ant meat from a military can into his mouth.

Regan glanced at him, already used to it. In his many encounters with this man, the regimental chief of staff named Fei Wu was either sleeping or eating canned ant-cow food, making one wonder if he was a human or a pig.

Tang Ren was clearly in a great mood, and he opened his arms to give Regan, who was getting up from his seat, a warm hug.

However, Tang Ren's aggressive embrace failed to reach its destination. His forward momentum abruptly halted on the flat metal floor, and without warning, he lost his balance, crashing to the ground with a remarkably awkward and clumsy thud. The heavy armor struck the floor with a dull, teeth-grinding thud.

For a moment, the air inside the command vehicle seemed to freeze.

Cai Ji's facial muscles twitched violently, and he finally couldn't bear it any longer. He turned away and covered his mouth, his shoulders shaking violently. Fei Wu silently raised his hand and covered his eyes with his palm, as if he couldn't bear to look at this shameful scene.

Commissar Regan was completely stunned. His mind went blank; he was utterly unable to process the information before him. Who had ever seen a regimental commander of the Astronomical Army fall so cleanly and decisively on flat ground without any obstacles? Nothing like this had ever happened before.

In the awkward silence, the culprit, Tang Ren, remained unusually calm. He tried to sprawl out like a carp... but failed. So he used his hands to brace himself on the ground, got up without changing his expression, and then calmly dusted off the dust on his carapace, as if nothing had happened.

He looked back at Regan, who was still stunned, and explained in a serious tone, "Sorry, this gas mask is black, and it's hard to see the road clearly after wearing it for a while."

The reason was so absurd that Regan was momentarily at a loss for words. He opened his mouth, only to find that any words befitting a political commissar—whether reprimand, interrogation, or concern—seemed utterly inappropriate at this moment.

In the end, he could only nod stiffly and squeeze out a few words through gritted teeth: "...Be careful, Commander Tang."

"Yes, yes, yes," Tang Ren waved his hand dismissively, immediately steer the conversation back on track, as if he hadn't just fallen. "Political Commissar, I'm here to report to you that the purification operation has been fully completed. Fuel consumption was seven percent lower than expected, and the soldiers' morale is high. Everyone says they've finally accomplished something worthwhile!"

Don't think that Tang Ren's ability to report such precise data is out of character... This is written on the task panel of his system interface.

"Who wouldn't be in high spirits if they earned two merits for completing a mission?" Fei Wu mumbled, still chewing on a large piece of meat.

Looking at the commander in front of him, who was stumbling on flat ground one second and switching to reporting mode the next, Regan took a deep breath, forcing himself to ignore the absurd interlude and focus on official business.

Regan's voice regained its usual calm and seriousness: "The mission was executed very well. However, this kind of report can be done via communication. You three came here in person; surely there's something else going on?" His sharp gaze swept over Tang Ren, Cai Ji, and Fei Wu. In his view, these three getting together couldn't be just for something as trivial as reporting on work.

"The political commissar is indeed very perceptive!" Tang Ren clapped his hands, and the smile that Regan couldn't quite decipher returned to his face. "There is indeed another matter. We just received an encrypted message on the communications channel, which is the identification code of friendly forces. A suicide squad will be passing through our defense zone and is expected to arrive in three hours. They plan to rest and exchange intelligence here briefly."

"Friendly forces?" Regan raised an eyebrow. "Which regiment?"

"The 266th Regiment, it even has a proper name, something like 'Scorched Earth Knights'," Tang Ren replied.

Upon hearing the name, Regan paused slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes: "'Scorched Earth Knights'... I've heard of that band."

"You've heard of it?" This time it was Fei Wu's turn to be surprised. He curiously leaned forward. "That shouldn't be the case. Weren't your political commissars just transferred to this star sector? Where did you hear about it?"

“I didn’t hear about it on the battlefield,” Regan’s tone became somewhat subtle. “Before coming to Plantim, I spoke with a colleague who graduated from the same commissar’s college. The regiment she was assigned to had this name.”

"she?"

Almost instantly, three voices simultaneously rang out with the same question. Cai Ji's voice was the first to ask, carrying an undisguised hint of gossip: "A female political commissar?"

“Yes,” Regan replied affirmatively, seemingly able to imagine the expressions on those guys’ faces beneath their gas masks. He decided to stop being coy, “Anyway, we’ll meet in a bit, so I’ll tell you her name. Her name is Sally Harris.”

"Whoa~" Cai Ji drawled out, speaking in an exaggerated tone, "Could it be... that this game is finally going to transform into a more appealing type?"

Regan quipped, "Instead of thinking about this, you should think about how ruthless a woman has to be to become a political commissar."

“I get it,” Cai Ji immediately patted his breastplate, feigning sudden realization, “Tomboy, shrew, tigress, right?”

Regan's lips curled into a half-smile: "That's a pretty accurate summary... but you'd better not let her hear it herself."

"Tch, she's just a woman, what's she going to do to me?" Cai Ji muttered under his breath.

Fei Wu swallowed a mouthful of ant-beef and chuckled wickedly, "Maybe it's that kind of 'eating'?"

"piss off!"

Tang Ren cleared his throat, interrupting the slightly off-topic discussion: "Alright, alright, everyone, be serious. The visit of friendly forces represents the face of our regiment. You two go and inform the brothers to straighten their crooked hats, and anyone with disheveled military bearing should get back to their tents. Don't come out and embarrass yourselves, especially don't embarrass our Political Commissar Reigen!"

His words sounded grand and righteous, but Regan could only sigh. Shouldn't the discipline and appearance of an army reflect the commander's image? How come, in Tang Ren's case, it became the image of the newly arrived political commissar?
(End of this chapter)