We never really read the British war weeklies back in the '70's, only occasionally picking one up if we'd got through every superhero book that month and still needed a comic fix.
But every once in a while I'd get a copy of Warlord, mainly for it's title strip Code Name: Warlord.
To wartime Britain, Lord Peter Flint is the epitome of upper class toffness, a despised conscientious objector who spends his time squandering the family fortune and making servant girls pregnant rather than fighting for his country.
Of course, that's all a cover and Flint is actually Britain's greatest secret agent, skilled in just about every way there is to kill a man or blow something up.
So he's basically Roger Moore as James Bond with a splash of The Scarlet Pimpernel or Zorro, and the nearest thing to a superhero the war comic's had.
He was also the head of his own fan club and ran the letters pages, extorting boys to join up as Warlord Agents, so how he also found the time to attend all those society soirees is beyond me.
Code Name: Warlord is, like Dredger, like MACH 1, like all the best British heroes, far too busy cramming as much action into every episode to bother with nancy stuff like characterization or nuance, which is of course what you paid for when you picked up a boys' paper called Warlord.
It's fun to note that Flint is one of the few upper class British comic heroes, normally we like our characters from the wrong end of the tracks, but y'know, for a toff he was cool.
Here's an early adventure that recaps the premise for those who came in late:
And here's Flint up against his arch-nemesis, the boo-hiss Nazi Major Adolph Gruber, the first episode here being by, I reckon, the late great Brian Lewis: