To my frozen hometown

Chapter 103 A good boy cannot dress like an admiral

The location of the Central Mercenary Corps is located between the Central Greenhouse No. [-] and the Central Greenhouse No. [-]. Geographically speaking, it does not belong to any greenhouse. It can be considered as an independent gathering place, a bit like an ice tribe.

But in terms of equipment, its infrastructure is much higher than that of the Ice Plains Tribe.Whether it's small barriers and isolation enclosures, continuous heating inside, or a complete urban structure, it looks like a small greenhouse.

This is the third year after Anjelica established the Central Mercenary Corps, and spent a lot of resources to establish the corps station.

The reason for doing this is because as a super-large mercenary group, no matter which greenhouse they are stationed in, it will have a certain negative impact on the stability and security of the local residents.

Therefore, Anjelica made such a decision following the example of the Western Employers' Federation.

As for the employer alliance in the east, they directly dispersed all their forces in various greenhouses, established small employer strongholds, and then conducted radiation management centered on the No. [-] greenhouse in the east.

This method cannot be said to be bad. After all, from a certain perspective, it does greatly reduce management costs and increase the scope of influence.But at the same time, it is also difficult for them to quickly gather effective forces when necessary to deal with an extremely difficult entrusted task in a targeted manner.

So there are pros and cons to each.

And the reason why Angelica chose the management style of the Western Union is, to a certain extent, also due to her own psychological tendency.

Compared with radial management, she obviously prefers to hold the core power in her own hands, which seems to be a somewhat paranoid desire for control.She was afraid of losing, probably because of someone she had lost.

Angelica doesn't like feeling out of control, because her life has been out of control before.

So much so that she even made an oath for this, vowing that no matter what, she would never let that happen again.

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Landoch's team arrived at the regiment's garrison at the end of September.

It happened to be noon on a snowy day when they entered the station.

White snowflakes fell on their shoulders, making them look a bit embarrassed.

Fortunately, after entering the station, they can avoid it.

"Ha." Breathing out a breath of air, Ed walked beside Landoch and said.

"It's really cold here."

"There's nothing to say. The first half of this year has been relatively warm." Landoch glanced at the useless sniper and replied lightly.

"That's true." Hank, the assaulter walking in the middle of the team, nodded.

"This year's weather is indeed much better. It's not like in the past few years, when I stood in the snow for a while, my feet seemed to lose consciousness, and I couldn't move at all."

"You say, if this continues, will the ice on this ice sheet melt?"

"Stop your calf first, it's trembling all the time, like a sieve."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Maybe it's because everyone's relationship is very good, so there is always laughter in this team.

As the gate of the station gradually closed, the mercenaries standing in front of the gate also felt their bodies warm up.

"Then." Vice-captain Georg asked while shaking off the snowflakes from his body, looking at Landoch, "Where are we going next, Captain?"

"Well." Landoch pondered for a while, and said, "Let's go to the management department first, and submit the report that should be submitted."

"Ah, I understand, work first and then rest, right?" Ed, who was standing on the other side, started to interrupt again, in exchange for a silent elbow from Georg, and then he couldn't speak anymore.

The mercenary management department of the Central Mercenary Corps is built in the resident center and is responsible for handling various information of resident mercenaries and foreign mercenaries. It can be said to be the largest clerk organization in the corps. Nabel took care of it.

However, although it has a more serious name, from the outside, it is obviously more like a mercenary tavern.

In addition to the formally dressed staff at the front desk and the thick piles of documents, this building called the Management Department is full of mercenaries sitting at the wine table drinking and chatting with resident personnel.

In Nabel's words, this is called Corps Welfare.

Considering that there are too many documents to be processed, the mercenaries need to wait for a certain amount of time each time they query information, so Secretary Nabel set up the drink service here.

However, these services are not free. From a certain perspective, it also promotes a certain "domestic sales of production capacity".

According to the financial report for the second quarter of this year, the income here ranks third in the entire station, and the performance of commercial individuals, second only to the equipment sales and leasing services of the Corps.Accounting for 20% of the similar market, it has a tendency to lead the entire tavern industry in the resident.

So much so that next year, Nabel plans to expand the area of ​​the management department, and then use this as the center to create a large-scale business system that integrates food, accommodation, drinks, entertainment, and entertainment to promote the Corps' internal consumption.

How should I put it, Angelica may have found the right person for her to be her secretary.

For newcomer Mansha, it was her first time to come to the management department.

This made her seem a little nervous at this time. When Landoch was standing at the front desk and waiting for the number, she also stood aside with her head down all the time, not daring to say a word.I'm afraid that I said something wrong and provoke ridicule from everyone.

However, with so many people here, no one should notice me.

Looking secretly around the noisy surroundings, Mansha thought of this, and subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

But before she could finish breathing, a voice sounded beside her.

"Hi, from your appearance, you should be a newcomer. My name is Elena, what's your name?"

Mansha was startled by the sudden voice, looked sideways, and saw a lady smiling gently.

The other party's smile seemed very friendly, with a kind of kindness like that of a neighbor's sister, which made Mansha calm down a little from her nervous heart.

It took about half a minute before Mansha came back to her senses, then quickly took a step back, bowed and said.

"Yes, yes, I am a newcomer, my name is Mansha, please give me your advice."

"Haha, don't be so restrained. I was just like you when I first came here. I feel out of place everywhere. But it's good to get used to it. The people in this place are nice and won't bully you."

As Elena spoke, she handed Mansha a piece of candy the size of a fingernail.

"Any candy?"

"Yes, is it possible?" Mansha seemed a little flattered, after all, the price of a piece of candy is not cheap in this year.

"of course."

"Then, thanks, thank you." Mansha lowered her head and took the candy, and put it into her mouth. The sweet taste made her finally relax.

"Hehe, you are really a lovely girl." Elena shook her head with a smile, and her eyes fell on the snowflakes that hadn't melted between Mansha's hair.

"Did you just come back from outside?"

"Yes." Mansha nodded: "This is the first time I have come to the corps garrison."

"Well, can you tell me about your commission? You know, clerks like us don't have the opportunity to go outside often."

"Okay, okay, I can still show you the photos I took."

"Really, there are still photos? That would be great, show me."

On the other hand, Mansha and her new friend had a heated chat.

On the other side, several snowmobiles with vehicle-mounted rotary machine guns had also parked in front of the gate of the station.

"boom!"

As the car door was slowly opened, a sharp-eyed woman in a dark green military uniform stepped out of the car.

A heavy overcoat was draped over her shoulders, a military cap was on top of her head, her dark brown hair was curled in the wind, and she was holding a communicator in her hand, shouting to the barrier of the station.

"This is Angelica from the Scavenger Squad, please open the door, please."

(End of this chapter)