Chapter 69 Treasures 2.0
A few days ago, Perturabo began to think secretly about what kind of punishment his legion could accept.
It is not necessary to be too harsh. Only crazy people will let their soldiers waste their lives in unnecessary places; but if the punishment is too light, Perturabo highly doubts that these loyal warriors will feel even more guilty.
Should the culprits be pushed to the front line?
This set of punishments was effective in Olympia itself, but it seemed difficult to call it a punishment for the extremely brave and fearless Astartes in front of him.
Order the person who made the mistake to go to the rear and take charge of logistics?
That is interfering with the normal operation of the logistics support system.
And now he found new inspiration in Morse—even though he would have preferred that the terrible trigger for inspiration had never occurred in this world.
"You think it was your mistake to ask for help when you first met me. This is your persistence, so I will not bluntly emphasize that you are innocent."
"At the same time, I After looking through your battle records over the years, even the most tolerant commander here cannot praise your battle decisions for being flawless and error-free."
"So I decided to let you remember the mistakes you have made."
Perturabo slowed his breathing, and the sea of steel fell into a demoralizing silence with him. His fingers tapped lightly on the platform of the lectern, as if he was mastering the breathing rhythm of the Legion.
“I hope that each independent team will have a warrior who can clearly remember the mistakes he has made in the battle - one is enough! There is no need for all members to step forward.”< br>
In a silent tacit understanding, all members of the Iron Legion stepped forward collectively. Gradually, some of the iron shells that had just been painted with new yellow and black paint reluctantly responded to the request of the original body. Back away.
Despite this, ten seconds later, the number of Iron Warriors standing in the front row still accounted for more than 30%.
Perturabo simply calculated in his mind the space he had reserved when designing the city, and whether his hands would hurt when he went back later. He had to give a clear indicator: "Just one out of ten people will stand up, and the remaining Return all those who have done it! Don’t let me choose it myself.”
After the next ten seconds, the number of people who volunteered to be punished finally dropped to a level that Perturabo could accept.
He picked up the heavy notepad that had been placed on the podium, held it in his palm, walked off the stage, came to his descendants, and looked down at this group of flesh and blood in steel.
"What's your name?" he asked calmly. "What mistakes have you made?"
The Iron Warrior reported loudly: "Bonan Gaines, the third battalion of the fifth battalion, misjudged the body structure of the alien during the battle against the alien, causing the opponent to Survived after being hit, injuring ten battle brothers.”
Perturabo nodded, wrote down the name and corresponding situation on the paper, and ordered: "You take one step forward."
Then, he came to the next Astartes.
“Ribeiro Evans of the 1st Battalion of the 7th Battalion ran out of ammunition late in a battle due to wasting explosive bombs, and had to use the gun itself as a cold weapon to attack.”
"You return to the team."
"Eric Anderson, from the Ninth Battalion of the Second Battalion, miscalculated the hardness of the building materials, causing his body to get stuck in the middle of the building materials and missed the opportunity to fight."
"Why is it stuck?"
"Half on one side...half on the other side."
"You also move forward. In addition, the formal part of this group meeting has ended, and the remaining The statistics will take a longer time, and other warriors can leave the field early. "
No one moved even the distance of a sage leaf, and Perturabo didn't care. Rather than leaving the Grand Theater and going back to rest according to reason, these heirs wished to be in the same space with him forever. This was my first formal meeting with them, so I wanted to satisfy their unspoken wishes for the time being.
By the time all personnel were counted, the time had changed from early morning to evening. There were less than a thousand soldiers who had not returned, standing still in the evening wind.
Perturabo's notepad is also full. He exhaled, his warm breath floating in the cool air.
Perturabo returned to the stage and looked at his legions. He no longer pretended to be harsh. On the contrary, his tone softened a little.
"Next I will announce specific punishments, my soldiers. You have been waiting for a long time."
"The soldiers who just returned to the team under my order obey the order, I am here There was an open space in the core area of Lokos Capital. Before we left Olympia and sailed to Terra, I hoped that a grand enough Iron Warriors Memorial would be built there.”
"The design of the building is up to you. You must ensure that it is stable and solid, easy to maintain and repair, and allows a large number of space warriors to visit."
"If there is any damage caused by loopholes left during construction within a hundred years, we will I hope you will all be alive to accept my new round of investigation."
"And the soldiers who stayed in the front row will come back here tomorrow to receive your sculpture designs. Before setting sail, I hope to see each of your statues with your name engraved on the base displayed in the memorial hall. The object of the carving and the author must be the same person
"No matter whether it is a wrong judgment. Whether it is a momentary image or a momentary gesture of being unnecessarily attacked, I hope that the scenes where you have made mistakes can be permanently preserved in physical form, and at the same time serve as a warning to yourself and your descendants. I hope that these first sculptures will still be intact for at least a hundred years. ”
He saw his steel ocean collectively sinking into the stillness after the cement solidified, and a trace of relaxed and simple happiness involuntarily rose in his heart.
This may be the mood Morse felt when he left a record of his growth.
"Each of you pays attention to honor and shame, so I will help you further remember all this. Considering that you have not studied the art of art today, I personally designed statues for you - in addition, I I am very interested in the shape described by Eric Anderson, so I will carve his one myself."
Anderson's whole body shook.
"The same principle applies from now on. After the stage battle or the conclusion of a large-scale battle, I will select a fighter with particularly outstanding or particularly bad performance from each independent team, and compare them to their most glorious or bad performance. The worst moments are preserved forever in the form of stone sculptures. "
"Normally, you will carve your own statue, and I will approve your finished product and leave your comments on it. At the base of your statue.”
"For some situations that interest me, I will carve them with my own hands in my free time. For example, in this battle, in addition to Anderson's statue, I will also personally carve a group portrait of you shooting the enemies I threw. Later, I will participate in the shooting If you come to report to me, I will leave your name on the base."
"The location of the memorial is not limited to Olympia, the solar system, and all the places we have conquered and allowed us to garrison, including me. Future flagships will all have space for the construction of the Iron Warriors Memorial Hall."
"From now on, we will open the memorial hall for large-scale events such as recruitment of new soldiers, internal celebrations, legion exchanges, and the emperor's visit. Any new fighting brothers are welcome to visit the museum with other fighters for humanity."
"This is my unique punishment and reward."
“We will remember our glory and shame through the unchanging iron stone, and cherish our history and time until the end of everything in the world.”
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"Do you regret it?" Morse leisurely looked through the hundreds of drawings that Perturabo had drawn all night, and then glanced at the two hands drawing at the same time. Perturabo, "Is your imagination still enough? Does your hand hurt?"
"No." Perturabo replied quickly and continued drawing. He had to hand over everyone's statue designs before dawn. Anyway, it was just such a special situation, and they would be left to design it themselves in the future.
"Well... okay." Morse shrugged, "Then keep going. After you finish painting, we will discuss the fact that I need to leave temporarily and help your father do some work."
(End of this chapter)