85: Chapter 85 The Sucker... Pshaw, the Political Commissar is Here

Chapter 85: The Patsy... Ptooey, the Political Commissar is here (Third Update)

Training continued.

Only, the stench from the training ground wafted three miles away.

Fu Haoran pinched his nose and poured half a bucket of soapy liquid onto Tychus. As the sticky foam just covered his granite-like chest, Tychus howled, snatched the bucket, and slapped it onto Buck's head.

Mud mixed with foam exploded, and fifty Ogryn instantly turned their bath into a mud fight.

Fu Haoran felt he needed to wear a gas mask, or he'd pass out.

Fortunately, as the Planetary Governor, such minor matters didn't require his personal attention.

The great Logistics Officer opened a can of braised pork and shouted, "No canned food until you're clean!"

These words were more effective than any command.

The Ogryn haphazardly smeared soap, black mud mixed with foam dripping from their fingers, making the stench even more pungent.

Just as Fu Haoran was about to scold them again, Wade ran over: "Sir, the Apprentice Political Commissar sent by the Loyalty Heir Academy has arrived!"

Fu Haoran's eyes lit up, and he was overjoyed: "Finally, the patsy has arrived — ptooey, I mean, the reinforcements!"

According to the Imperial Department of Military Affairs regulations, any auxiliary military unit must be equipped with a Political Commissar, responsible for discipline, ideology, and basic socialization guidance.

For Ogryn with their intelligence level, a Political Commissar is essentially an animal trainer and kindergarten director.

A Taurus SUV, painted a stark black, rolled over the dust and braked precisely at the edge of the training ground.

The car door opened.

First, a pair of shiny military boots stepped out, followed by slender legs clad in a crisp black uniform.

The newcomer stood still, took off her military cap and tucked it under her armpit. Her ink-black short hair swept over her left eye, the ends sharply cut like blades.

She looked up, her right eye a pale blue like an icefield. As her gaze swept over the Ogryn rolling in the mud, the temperature seemed to drop ten degrees.

Her black apprentice uniform was impeccably ironed, the collar buttoned to the top, and the golden double-headed eagle collar pin was stretched taut. Fu Haoran felt the buttons might pop off at any moment.

Although she tried hard to appear serious, it only revealed a sharp beauty that made it impossible to look away.

She raised her hand in a salute, enunciating each word heavily: "Loyalty Heir Academy Apprentice Political Commissar Ling Shuang Hanxing, formally reporting for duty!"

As Fu Haoran returned the salute, a system notification silently flashed across his retina, the pale golden text appearing and disappearing in an instant:

[Contacted a management-type talent with cultivation value]

[Ling Shuang Hanxing]

[Identity: Loyalty Heir Academy Apprentice Political Commissar (Noble collateral)]

[Traits: Principle-abiding / Strong sense of honor / Adaptability (to be activated)]

[Current Status: Mission frustrated, faith shaken]

[Favorability/Loyalty: 50 (Can be recruited when favorability reaches 60)]

[Recruitment Suggestion: Provide clear methods and visible results to establish a stable allegiance.]

Fu Haoran's gaze narrowed slightly.

A well-trained Political Commissar is a core asset for maintaining the loyalty and efficiency of a legion.

But from the system's prompt, it seemed there was another meaning—

"Is the system implying I'm playing a character collection game?"

Fu Haoran's expression remained calm, but he gave Ling Shuang a second look.

His gaze swept over her taut uniform, the collar buttoned to the very top, the golden double-headed eagle collar pin stretched into a precarious arc.

This Apprentice Political Commissar stood ramrod straight, her chin slightly raised, her gaze bypassing him and falling directly onto the training ground.

She wasn't looking at the Ogryn, but at the shooting range, obstacle courses, and tactical exercise areas in the distance of the training ground.

That look carried a subtle hint of scrutiny, as if evaluating the value of this training ground.

Fu Haoran clicked his tongue inwardly.

"She thinks the place is run-down."

Fu Haoran didn't point it out, but merely explained the task in more detail: "Within thirty days, make these Ogryn learn to line up, understand basic commands, and be able to shoot at enemies."

"No tactical proficiency is needed; just that their muzzles are roughly pointing in the correct direction when they pull the trigger. Weapons will be Bolters standard-issued by the Department of Military Affairs, with unlimited ammunition."

Ling Shuang's lips barely twitched, but she nodded: "Understood."

Fu Haoran paused, then added: "Additionally, logistics will provide three hot meals a day. As long as they obey, there will be plenty of canned food."

Ling Shuang was stunned, clearly not expecting the Governor to specifically emphasize this.

Fu Haoran didn't explain further, merely pointing to the Ogryn still fighting over the bucket: "You'll know in a bit."

After Fu Haoran left, Ling Shuang's dissatisfaction was no longer hidden.

"I come from a noble family and am an honor student, yet they make me do such a low-level job!"

"Thirty days! I will make them qualified soldiers!" Ling Shuang declared.

But when she turned to face those fifty pairs of clear, almost foolish eyes, the fire in her chest suddenly diminished by half.

Fifty three-meter-tall behemoths were still rolling in the mud.

Some were intently picking mud from their fingernails, some were staring blankly at the sky, and two were splashing mud at each other.

One had a bucket on his head like a helmet, another was diligently smearing mud on a comrade's back, and two were lying on the ground, faces pressed against the concrete—asleep?

Ling Shuang's temples throbbed twice.

At the Loyalty Heir Academy, she had seen all kinds of troops: veteran Astra Militarum soldiers, greenhorn recruits, and elite Stormtrooper candidates.

The instructors said that even the worst soldiers could be trained.

But the instructors never mentioned soldiers without brains.

A gust of wind blew, carrying the smell of mud, sweat, and unknown grease from the Ogryn, directly towards Ling Shuang.

That pungent aroma—made Ling Shuang instinctively take half a step back, then abruptly stop herself.

"No, I can't retreat."

She bit her lower lip and strode towards the center of the training ground.

Ling Shuang remembered the Loyalty Heir Academy graduation ceremony.

She stood on the podium then, thinking her first assignment would be with an elite Astra Militarum regiment, or even the Loyalty Heir Stormtroopers.

She recalled what happened that day at the Department of Military Affairs' Dome Temple.

She had too much to drink at the graduation banquet and went to see the Sector Military Master the next day, still smelling of alcohol.

They argued fiercely. She exposed all the long-criticized issues of the Department of Military Affairs, calling the other party an Old Geezer.

Perhaps having suppressed it for too long, Ling Shuang poured out all her grievances from those years.

At the end of the argument, Ling Shuang said the most regrettable words of her life: "Looking at you, if you had a daughter, she'd definitely be snatched away by some scoundrel!"

After those words, the office became eerily silent, as if even the Servo-skulls had stopped functioning.

Then, Ling Shuang, for her misfortune, added: "You wouldn't happen to have another granddaughter who also calls you an Old Geezer, would you?"

Ling Shuang really didn't want to recall what happened next, especially after she received an injection that brought her sanity back to its peak, and the other party unhurriedly produced a photo frame.

The photo was simple: an old man standing behind a woman, and the woman holding a baby girl behind her.

As luck would have it, Ling Shuang was very familiar with this woman—it was her mother, and the baby girl was her as a child.

Meaning, this Old Geezer was her—maternal grandfather.

The rest was simple: the extremely vengeful Old Geezer used his position for personal revenge, sending her to this godforsaken planet.

He stated that she either agreed to the family-arranged marriage or stayed in this godforsaken place forever and never thought of returning.

Ling Shuang rubbed her temples.

Forget it, at least no arranged marriage.

She opened her eyes and looked at the behemoths before her.

Suddenly, she felt that an arranged marriage might not be such a bad option after all.

"All of you, stand straight!" Ling Shuang roared with full authority.

Fifty Ogryn simultaneously looked at her, their eyes as innocent as a litter of puppies waiting to be fed, utterly devoid of discipline, only anticipation for their feeder.

Ling Shuang's temples throbbed twice.

She suddenly understood why the books said, "Arrogance is the original sin of humanity."

But now was not the time for introspection.

She took a deep breath, suppressed the foul odor, and strode towards the nearest Ogryn—Tychus, who had just been drenched in foam.

"You, stand up."

Tychus looked down at her, his eyes clear and bewildered, still chewing on something.

Ling Shuang frowned: "Spit it out."

What Tychus obediently spat out was a piece of rubber tubing, picked up from who-knew-where.

Ling Shuang fell silent.

She looked at the Logistics Officer, who was standing in the distance, watching impassively, his eyes conveying, "I knew this would happen."

Ling Shuang gritted her teeth.

Thirty days.

She drew the training whip from behind her waist, tapped it on the ground, and, suppressing her fury, growled: "Everyone, line up by height! Tall ones on the left, short ones on the right!"

Fifty Ogryn stared at her in unison, unmoving.

Some were still picking mud.

Ling Shuang took a deep breath, inhaling another full nose of stench.

It's fine.

She told herself.

"It's only the first day, it will get better soon!"

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