Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

Mandela roared at the ghost army charging towards him, "Go back! Go back! You can all resurrect anyway, so why are you hiding!"

Unfortunately, Abrahana had already transferred true control of the Ghost Forces to Qi Yan. The mechanical operating logic of these Ghost Forces made it impossible for them to respond to Mandra's orders.

In the blink of an eye, the ghost troops came face to face with Mandela and stepped forward without hesitation to crush her.

Mandela, who was in the middle of the group, was bumped around and nearly exploded with anger.

"You bastard, Qi Yan, you bastard... Meow! Who grabbed my tail?!"

Mandela was only halfway through his rant when he suddenly felt a jolt, as if a hand had grabbed the last thread of his destiny.

"You stupid cat, elbow, come back to Deep Pool with me!" Qi Yan grabbed Mandela's tail and ran.

"You...you...let go!"

Mandra tried to struggle, but under the calamity, her strength was completely reduced to that of a kitten in front of Qi Yan, and all her resistance seemed as weak and powerless as whining.

Outside the reach of the natural disaster, various factions watched the ghostly army fleeing in disarray from the disaster clouds, each with their own thoughts.

"This ghost army is indeed special. After circling around the area of ​​the natural disaster, it was able to retain most of its members to evacuate... It's also quite tragic. I saw that the ghost fire in the eyes of several of them had been extinguished."

"First came the Originium dirty bombs that blew up the ground, then natural disasters ravaged the area. This Little Hill County mobile block is absolutely not to be approached."

"Send people to contact Rhodes Island and find out what Rhodes Island's attitude is towards Londinium."

"Strengthen internal personnel screening; we can't let Qi Yan infiltrate."

Inside the camp at the deep pool.

The soldiers were restless, each one standing on tiptoe to gaze at the distant clouds of natural disaster.

"Commander Mandela is foolish!"

A soldier from the deep pool said anxiously, "That's Qi Yan. What was she thinking, going to offend her on her own initiative?"

Another soldier, in a panic, paced around twice and suggested:

"Let's go support the commander. What if Qi Yan captures her?"

This proposal was immediately supported by many people.

Just as the soldiers in the deep pool began to assemble and prepare to support Mandela, the soldiers on the camp's sentry posts suddenly cheered:

"It's the Ghost Force. The Ghost Force has withdrawn. Commander Mandela is there too... Huh?"

Why was the officer being dragged by the tail by a soldier from the ghost unit?

The ghost troops quickly poured into the camp and then stood by.

They are tireless, need no supplies, and don't even need to rest. The vast open space within the camp is their waiting area.

Compared to the Ghost Squad, this 200-strong Deep Pool Squad seemed like a bunch of accessories.

Meanwhile, the 'accessories' were gathered together, watching Mandela being grabbed by the tail, looking on with a mixture of anger and resentment.

"What's happening here?"

A group of 'trinkets' were completely baffled.

"Hello everyone."

Qi Yan suddenly spoke, startling them.

"The ghost soldiers have become sentient?!"

Chapter 567 The Political Commissar's Three-Pronged Approach

"You big-headed devil!"

Qi Yan removed the helmet from the Ghost Squad and glared at the person who had spoken.

He then cleared his throat and calmly said:

"Let me introduce myself. I am a new cadre sent by the leader. You know what a 'colonel officer' is, right?"

Upon seeing Qi Yan's face, the Deep Pool soldiers all took a step back.

One soldier, mustering his courage, cautiously said:

"Of course we know the colonel, but you're not him, are you... The colonel is tall, with a resolute face, very handsome, and has a very dignified presence."

"What do you mean? Am I not handsome?" Qi Yan's eyebrows shot up in anger.

The soldier, terrified, shook his head repeatedly and explained:

“That’s not what I meant, it’s just that you… oh my, your appearance, white hair, golden eyes, Luper…”

He didn't continue speaking, but his meaning was quite clear.

Mandra gripped her tail tightly, forcefully breaking free from Qi Yan's clutches, and roared angrily:

"That bastard Qi Yan is the one!"

Upon hearing Mandela's words, the soldiers all took another step back.

Mandela persisted, pointing at Qi Yan's nose and angrily shouting:

"You bastard, didn't the leader say we had reached an agreement? Why are you attacking me?"

Qi Yan raised his fist and gave Mandela a sharp rap on the head:

"You silly cat, which is better: a high-end combat force that is out in the open and constantly guarded against, or a trump card hidden in the shadows?"

"Huh?" Mandela covered her head, took a moment to react, and said weakly, "A trump card from the shadows."

Qi Yan gave Mandela another sharp rap on the head, causing her to clutch her head and curl up on the ground in pain.

"Knowing it, you still did something that would expose me."

Qi Yan blew on his fist: "I was playing cards and singing happily when suddenly I was betrayed by my own people."

"You made me summon natural disasters and disguise myself to infiltrate my own team, you're just causing me trouble. From now on, you no longer have command of the Deeppool team, this is your punishment."

"Why?!"

Mandela was alarmed and, ignoring the pain in his head, jumped up from the ground.

The result was a third flick on the forehead, leaving him dizzy and disoriented, causing him to squat back down on the ground and curl up into a ball.

Qi Yan clenched his fist and smiled as he surveyed the soldiers in the deep pool around him:

So, who supports this decision and who opposes it?

Deep Pool Soldier: "..."

After a moment of silence, a soldier from the deep pool hesitated before speaking:

"Mr. Qi Yan, have you really joined Deep Pool?"

"Of course, how could this be faked?" Qi Yan said matter-of-factly. "Your leader's sister is already mine, so I am now considered a prince of Shenchi!"

"Ah...you mean the leader of that Little Hill County."

The Deeppool soldiers nodded in understanding. It was clear that Abrahana had already spread the word about Deeppool having two leaders, one in the open and one in the shadows.

But he soon fell into confusion again: "But that little leader, you forcibly took him away, didn't you, and even beat up our great leader for it."

Qi Yan didn't mince words and nodded, saying:

"I wanted a sister's rice bowl, but she disagreed, so I got beaten up. That makes sense, right?"

Deep Pool Soldier: "..."

This silence lasted even longer.

Finally, it was the deep pool soldier who weakly said:

"So, did you join Deeppool, or did Deeppool become yours?"

"Hiss, you're getting a bit sober now." Qi Yan's eyes flashed with hostility. "I don't think you're an ordinary person. What position do you hold at Deep Pool?"

“I…I am the political commissar of this team.”

The deep pool soldier flinched, clearly somewhat afraid of Qi Yan's gaze.

“From now on, you are no longer the one, I am.” Qi Yan, a new official, quickly embraced his new identity, “From today onwards, everyone must earnestly receive ideological education and write an essay every day on their vision for the future of Deep Pool, at least 300 words, and submit it to Mandela for inspection.”

They also gather at 5 a.m. every morning to recite the eight core principles of Deep Pool, a task overseen by Mandela.

Every evening after dinner, Mandela was in charge of organizing a gathering to sing praises of the leader's achievements.

Silence, only silence.

What are the eight core concepts of Deep Pool, and do we have them?

"Any objections?" Qi Yan asked, glancing sideways.

"No, no!" The soldiers in the deep pool shook their heads in unison.

In the end, it was the former political commissar who probed:

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

"Call me Political Commissar!"

"...Commissar, what are your responsibilities?"

Qi Yan crossed his arms and gave a crooked smile:

"Of course, I'm in charge of dealing with the Sarkaz."

The soldiers in the deep pool were greatly encouraged.

Even Mandela jumped up from the ground, excitedly saying:

"At least you, Qi Yan, have some conscience. Those Sarkaz are despicable! How dare they treat Deeppool like this, how dare they treat me, their leader, like this! They must pay the price!"

"Where did these war criminals come from?"

Qi Yan gave Mandela another sharp rap on the head, bringing her back to silence.

After dealing with Mandra, that clueless idiot, Qi Yan waved his hand to dismiss the Deep Pool soldiers.

Then Horn and the others immediately surrounded them.

"Qi Yan, are you planning to decapitate Theresis?" Horn frowned. "Isn't that a bit too hasty? Once Theresis is dead, the Sarkaz will inevitably be thrown into chaos, and the dukes will be able to advance unimpeded."

When war broke out, Londinium was thrown into chaos, and civilians were unable to evacuate in time.

Qi Yan shook his head, revealing a mischievous smile:

"Of course I won't do that. I'm just going to ask Master Trunks if he'll accept me, and maybe see if there's a chance to kidnap the Sarkaz princess."

horn:"……"

She said she couldn't keep up with Qi Yan's train of thought at all.

Chen stood to the side with his arms crossed, looking like he was seriously thinking, but in reality his mind was blank, just waiting for Qi Yan to assign him a task or stop Qi Yan from doing something too outrageous.

"Rest today. I'll distribute some tasks to the Deeppool spies later. Tomorrow, you'll change into Deeppool's clothes and come into the city with Mandela and me."

Qi Yan waved his hand, thus settling the matter.

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

The next day, news spread from who-knows-where that someone had seen a huge shadow flash by behind some thin cloud cover.

In this situation, even the slightest disturbance can attract great attention from all parties.

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

Inside the western hall of the Holy Kings Society in Londinium, Therese's expression was ashen.

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

Beside him stood a tall, slender Sarkaz man dressed in black clothes and a black cloak.

The man's face was covered by a mask shaped like a goat's skull, with only long white hair hanging down on both sides visible. His head and body were covered by white, pointed horns resembling those of a Sarkaz, making him very similar to Shining.

A soft, feminine voice came from beneath the golden mask:

“Your Highness, the news came from outside the city… Although I haven’t been able to find out the true source, it is very likely from Deep Pool.”

Therese frowned, clearly doubting the veracity of the message.

Anyone could see that Mandela's actions yesterday perfectly illustrated the word "stupid." If the other side really had such information, they would have already spread it far and wide.