Chapter 135 A Small Favor
Sigismund held the helmet in his left hand, letting his dark golden hair and sapphire blue eyes free from behind the iron helmet, and welcomed Invi like the other warriors of the Imperial Fist. The refreshing cold wind in the special camp was weakened by heavy wind protection measures.
This camp is not a settlement in vertical pits, nor is it in the long tunnels carved out by generations of Inwit deep in the ice. Just on the surface of the earth, surrounding the fortress of the Gene Father, someone braved strong winds and blizzards to open up a temporary base large enough for tens of thousands of Astartes to live at an astonishing speed, as a whole unusual welcome ceremony opening ceremony.
One of the people who built the base was wearing a yellow and black striped ceramite armor, standing in front of Sigismund and several other warriors who were newly named "Imperial Fists".
The facial contour of this person is somewhat similar to the deep faces of southern Europeans in Sigismund's memory. Although the facial lines still have the sharpness of a young newcomer, the details of his expression are already that of a mature warrior. of stability.
He seems to be the perfect combination of attack power and self-control, a sheathed steel sword, or an indestructible stubborn boulder.
Given time, the person in front of me will undoubtedly become one of the most important commanders in this legion, and he will forge his preset battlefield like a blacksmith forging his work - this can be seen from the fact that this person has only participated in the war for less than a year. The current status of a number of warriors is foreseen.
"Welcome to all Imperial Fist warriors, I am Barabas Dantioch, the current captain of the Fourth Squadron of the Fourteenth Battalion."
The soldier said calmly, his words It's like steel hitting armor, sharp and powerful.
"Today I will lead you to visit the camp where you will live during the upcoming engineering tasks. In the future, the repairs of the camp here will be the responsibility of the Imperial Fists themselves, and the Iron Warriors will no longer get involved too much."
"Engineering mission?" Sigismund asked, asking the confusion of several soldiers who were grouped together.
“Didn’t your Primarch explain that?”
“The first mission is an engineering mission, we know that.” Sigismund said, he believed that every one carrying a buzz The soldiers of the 7th Legion who jumped off the transport plane with a clanking chain sword were more or less surprised when they received their first mission. "But the specific tasks have not been assigned yet."
"Maybe the original body is assigning tasks." Dantioch said, maybe the corners of his mouth were raised, or maybe it was just part of his habitual expression, "No matter what Well, you are about to participate in a great project. This project will undoubtedly add to the great cause of your Primarch and the Lord of Mankind, and become a testament of honor that cannot be ignored in the entire expedition. "
There was a slight ripple among the warriors of the Imperial Fist. The expressions of the Astartes unknowingly became more solemn, and the beating of their hearts became more powerful due to the new prospects.
This reminded Dantioch of how his fellow warriors, inspired by a battalion commander, enthusiastically devoted themselves to their first engineering project - digging deep into the damp soil of a conquered planet. Tunnel.
Although he still believed that their achievements were necessary and glorious, the tireless and high-spirited state at that time seemed a bit naive in retrospect.
He recalled the battalion commander's preaching process at the time, and walked forward with these soldiers who knew nothing about what they would face.
“In my opinion, construction and battlefield are almost the same thing.” Dantioch said, “We transport materials to where they belong, and the object of the struggle is the opposition of the laws of physics. Lay out, implement, follow the orders from the commander, and do your job well."
"But there is also a difference between the construction site and the battlefield. On the battlefield, we count the fortresses captured and the enemy's death. It comes into our hands the moment we put down the gun.”
"However, the construction site is different. Here, our honor is integrated into every brick and stone, sealed and covered up. It is not until humans enter our building that the honor is gradually revealed from the building. In exchange, this honor For a longer time, as long as there are people living in it, or even as long as the building still stands on the ground, our glory will not fade."
Dantioch showed his excellent acumen on the battlefield. degree, and used it without hesitation in the observation of Cousin Legion. He found that when honor was mentioned, even the dark-blond Astartes warriors at the front of the team would look more serious, so he emphasized the glory they would gain, and inspired the Primarchs with an attitude that was close to humor. The drive of these new warriors. "Here," Dantioch opened a curtain and motioned for the warriors to look inside. "Your residence."
The Iron Warriors provided their cousins with everything they needed for life as an Astartes, and more than they expected. The dormitory, which looks ordinary iron gray from the outside, is equipped with simple but complete furniture, including wooden beds, wardrobes, desks and chairs.
The Iron Warriors even laid sewage pipes and hot water supply, ensuring that each camp has its own independent place to clean itself in this ice and snow - even if this is not a direct need for the Astartes.
"The furnace will heat up automatically when you return from work. Don't touch it. In addition, I will take you to the training room later. The library is temporarily empty and will be filled by Invites and yourselves. The cafeteria is open all day, But don’t go outside the time when the main meal is served, otherwise all you will get are mediocre milkshakes and cookies, and maybe nuts.”
The Imperial Fists looked at each other, expressing surprise with their eyes. . It is almost impossible for this army to imagine how they can live normally in such a good environment.
The eyes of several warriors looking at Dantioch have become eager and tender, but Dantioch has heard that Rogal Dorn said bluntly when he first met the Legion, "Perturabo is A supremely noble Primarch", he felt that the emotions of these cousins were related to this matter.
Dantioch lowered the curtain and led the Imperial Fists to continue moving forward along the road.
At this time, Rogal Dorn's fortress can already be seen in the distance. After some decorations by Perturabo, a number of exquisite golden eagles and simple and elegant golden patterns appeared on the fortress overnight. , against the backdrop of the seemingly innocuous bald snow peaks behind, only brilliance and perseverance can be described.
"The palace of your Primarch." Dantioch said, pointing to the fortress, "Maybe it is also the goal of your future work. At least our own father allowed us to build some huts for him on various planets. . ”
Now the breathing of the Imperial Fists became heavier collectively. The sense of honor in serving mortals may be more prompted by rational thinking, but serving the Primarch is undoubtedly an honor that can be understood without thinking. The mere thought that one of the bricks the Primarch was about to touch might have been laid by their own hands, made the ascetics want to go to work immediately and be so powerful that even these ascetics could not resist.
Want to start working. Dantioch read these words on the faces of the Imperial Fists warriors.
“There is always something greater than us,” said Sigismund.
Dantioch met his eyes. "Your achievements will go down in history."
"Our achievement," Sigismund said, his tone much calmer than Dantioch expected. "Everything we participate in, not our name and image. What will be remembered is the change in Witte, which is part of today's times."
He paused: "But I am grateful Everything the Iron Warriors have done."
"The duty lies," said Dantioch. "What is your name?"
"Sigismund," replied the warrior." Please continue to show us the camp, Barabas Dantioch."
"It's not just the camp." Dantioch continued walking, "The Invites will take you to see what will be destroyed later. You change the residential areas and ice tunnels, and then distribute engineering equipment because there is no night in this half of Witte, so today will be very long.”
(End of this chapter)