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Chapter 264 Interlude: Diary of a New Blood(1/4)



My name is A, and I am a new member of the glorious and great Dawnbreaker Legion. I currently belong to the 23rd Company of Captain Hector.

Today is the first day that I officially became a Dawnbreaker warrior. It has proved that the hard training for several years is worth it. I got my own power armor, explosive pistol and hardcover diary, and as a legionnaire

Soldier's serial numbered breastplate.

By the way, the serial number that belongs to me is [23333].

I don't really like this number.



Our company commander Hector is a very tall soldier, he may be three and a half meters tall or even taller, and his face is very serious, which makes people unconsciously intimidated.

However, he has a very good personality. He is very kind and patient with each of our new members, and will answer every question and confusion we have in detail, although it does make people feel strange when he rubs their heads.

And when I asked why Captain Hecht didn't have any honor marks on one shoulder plate, Captain Hecht's face showed a kind of... nostalgia?

"Because this is the best honor."

Hmm...what a strange answer.



The living environment on the ship was much better than I expected. We first had dinner in the collective mess hall: roast beef and pork strips, gravy with fried potatoes, and lemon cake rolls. All the food was delicious.

But after a while, there was a new requirement that was very strange, that is, every piece of food must be eaten thoroughly.

Yes, even the gravy needs to be licked clean.

The canteen was filled with all kinds of "sucking, sucking, sucking" sounds, which was really impressive.

But other than that, there was nothing strange about it. After dinner, we had about five Terran standard hours of free time for activities and hobbies. Captain Hector took the opportunity to take us to visit various art monasteries, each of which

Each type corresponds to a daily hobby or cultivation.

Among them, the [Order of Explorers] is said to be the most popular one, but the [Order of Painters] is not small in scale. Captain Hector himself is a senior member of the [Order of Sculptors].

He also proudly showed us the finished product he had carved: it was said to be a statue of the mother of our genes.

But I felt that it was more like a sworn enemy I encountered during my training as a new blood: Of course, I didn’t say this stupid conclusion.

Following the trend, I finally joined the [Order of Explorers] and was told that the next [Outing] and [Group Exchange] dates were initially scheduled for fifteen Terran Standard Days. Do you want to participate?

It's all voluntary.

However, an unusually large number of combat brothers signed up for this operation. According to them, the famous Sergeant Trazin will personally lead the team, and he will also host the subsequent [Museum Exhibition] and [Collection Enthusiast Exchange Meeting].

They all sound good: I don’t quite remember my hobbies when I was a mortal, but now, I quite like collecting.

However, why are they discussing how many Terminator suits they need to invest in this [outing]?



An ardent battle brother told the answer to this question.

It turns out that the terminator is used to keep local residents friendly and calm: those residents often sleep for a long time and will be very angry when they are accidentally woken up. We need to persuade them to go back to sleep.

It is said that this idea was first proposed by Sergeant Trazin.

He truly deserves to be an experienced senior.



I spent a pleasant time with the battle-brothers of the order, but it was interrupted by the sound of the evening recess bell: in accordance with the requirements drawn up by the Lord Primarch himself, unless there are special circumstances, each legionnaire will receive at least six

Rest time in Terra Standard Time.

I think this rest time is actually a bit too much, but there is nothing wrong with it, especially our lounge is pretty good: because of the number of legions, each soldier can get a private lounge, about fifteen to two

Ten square meters, facilities are also very complete.

Each of us is responsible for cleaning our own room regularly. Secondary decoration is allowed, but must be applied for in advance. At the same time, setting up a private hobby area in the room is also allowed and even encouraged. Captain Hecht also helped me set it up.

My collection shelf.

It is said that our original body advocated the development of personal hobbies during rest time, and a sentence she said was engraved on the door of every private lounge.

[You are my children and the emperor's warriors, but in addition, you are also people with thoughts, dignity, life and freedom of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, rather than a piece of machinery that can be ignored at will. 】

[Remember this, and respect your own lives and thoughts, just as you were taught to respect me.]

Before taking a formal break, I looked at this sentence for a long time and thought about it for a long time.



I don't know what kind of Primarch the battle brothers of other legions have, but it is said that they all have fathers, but only our Primarch is the genetic mother.

But I think...

Even if she is a Gene Mother, if she can say such words, then she must not be too bad compared to other primarchs.



The next morning, when Captain Hecht and I were having breakfast together, sharing corned beef floss and milky coffee, I asked him a cautious question.

"What kind of person is our genetic mother?"

This question seemed to make him stunned, but he soon showed a smile and gave a firm answer.

"If you just ask me for my personal opinion, then I can tell you: She is one of the greatest people in the galaxy. I am willing to do anything for any word she says, no matter how small it is.

Dangerous and absurd.”

"That's my opinion, and it will never waver."

He took a bite of corned beef floss and then continued to add more.

"But if you ask what the Primarch should look like in your mind, then I can only tell you: No one is qualified to decide this matter for you. You must observe with your own eyes and feel with your heart.

.”

"...But, I am just a new member of the legion, the company commander, and I can't see the original body."

"yes."

He nodded.

"So, before shaping the Primarch in your heart, first try to become a person who can stand behind her. When you can catch up with her footsteps, you will naturally have the strength and foundation to go

Determine how the Primarch appears in your mind."

I nodded and then let out a stupid sigh.

"This doesn't sound easy."

Captain Hecht laughed.

"It doesn't matter, trust me, you can meet the original body once no matter what."

"Really?"

"Of course it is true. After all, the original body will carefully watch and remember the appearance and name of every sacrificed warrior. Sooner or later, your photo will be walked around in front of her."

"So, remember to look handsome in your ID photo. Although you are quite handsome already, you probably have sixty-seven points of charm like that guy from Diarmuid."

"..."

Captain Hecht is really good at comforting people.



After breakfast, Captain Hecht took us to visit various places on the battleship, the first of which was of course the large arena in the center of the battleship.

Although it was very early, the arena was already very lively. We also happened to meet a soldier from the Thousand Sons Legion who had just finished stretching his muscles. The muscles on his arms were really enviable.

Captain Hector was familiar with him and called him [Ahriman], and I soon found this name in the arena: he actually had a statue of his own, and he was ranked in the arena's fighting skill rankings.

Here, he is also one of the top ten big names.

Of course, Lord Ahriman is still far away from Lord Bayar, who ranks first. Bayar's legendary achievements even occupy a separate wall. Captain Hector is very familiar with the above deeds.

but……

"Company Commander, what does this [bloodthirsty demon] mean?"

"Ah... I actually don't know. It is said to be a summoned object that Bayar encountered in a certain alien extermination battle. That guy also invited him to join some kind of brass arena."

"And he said no?"

"Not really. Lord Bayar was so easy to kill at that time that he chopped off its head with a knife before even hearing what the summoned creature said. This name was recorded by other battle brothers at that time.

"

"That's it..."

"So, this so-called [Crazy Demon] is quite good."

"Who says it wasn't? Anyway, that thing never appeared in front of Bayar again."



On the third day of my official reporting, Captain Hecht told me that an internal daily discussion meeting of the company was about to begin: all company soldiers would participate.
To be continued...
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