Chapter 47 Training 1
On the seventh day when the battleship jumped into subspace, Wang Ming woke up from a bed specially made for the original body size. He looked at the electronic clock beside the bed and saw that he had slept for 13 Hour.
Wang Ming looked at the surrounding environment with hazy eyes. All he could see were the walls of the "Empire Truth's" room full of technology and the exquisite power armor hanging on the walls.
"It's really not a dream..." Wang Ming thought.
This was his first sleep in this world, due to the Primarch's energy and the inability of the Warp to distinguish time.
So Wang Ming worked with the time-travelers for several days in a row before going to bed when he felt exhausted. Maybe he slept for too long and even felt a sense of unreality.
He had a dream in which he was deceived by the Emperor into taking the time travelers to fight the Necron on a bayonet.
"It's too scary." Thinking of the countless Necron in the dream that could not be killed no matter how hard he tried, he shuddered.
Wang Ming got up from the bed, did a simple wash, then walked out of the room and walked to the deck of the transport hangar.
Due to its huge space, the transport aircraft deck has become a regular place of activity for the traversers. The traversers even built several training facilities in it within a day.
The time-travelers dragged all the Thunderhawk gunships and "Golden Age" aerial fighters in the area into the warehouse. The time-travelers transformed the cleared empty deck into a bolt gun fire that was isolated by adamantine armor plates. A shooting range and individual small sparring compartments.
The time travelers have been practicing shooting and close combat on the deck these days.
"What's going on?" Wang Ming looked in surprise at the time travelers on the deck of the transport plane, who were neatly waving their unpowered power swords under Fulgrim's instruction.
Fulgrim was not with Guilliman but on the "Imperial Truth" with Wang Ming. Guilliman was still wary of Fulgrim.
Perhaps the psychological shadow that Fulgrim gave him thousands of years ago was too large. Guilliman was talking to Wang Ming before the Terra Expedition.
Guilliman vaguely expressed that he wanted Wang Ming to supervise Fulgrim. He was worried that Fulgrim would have some "problems."
Wang Ming agreed at that time in order to deal with Guilliman's words, but he did not supervise Fulgrim in any way. Wang Ming just brought Fulgrim with him. There were times when Fulgrim could give him some effective advice, especially regarding the tactical command of the Astartes Legion.
You must know that in order to allow the time-travelers to carry out effective tactical operations, Wang Ming and the company commanders of the legions compiled "On War", "Militia Training Manual" and other military I have read books like this no less than 10 times.
"What's wrong? Why did you suddenly start teaching them how to practice swordsmanship?" Wang Ming walked to Fulgrim's side and asked.
"When I was in Macragge, I noticed that they didn't have any fighting skills at all. I was idle, so I might as well teach them swordsmanship." Fulgrim said as he looked at Wang Ming who was walking in front of him.
"Teach me too. There is basically no need to improve my combat skills as soon as possible." Wang Ming remembered what happened after he was injured by Abaddon's power claw on Cadia. A set of hacks and slashes based purely on brute force, he now needs to quickly improve his combat skills.
“Okay, I will teach you one-on-one.” Fulgrim agreed to Wang Ming’s request to learn swordsmanship, and waited until the travelers had almost practiced the swordsmanship taught by Fulgrim. , Fulgrim took Wang Ming to an empty deck and started teaching.
Neither Fulgrim nor Wang Ming wore power armor. They wore loose clothes made for the original body shape, and each held a training sword made of composite materials.
Around them, the time travelers surrounded them, watching Fulgrim train Wang Ming.
"If you want to quickly improve your combat skills, you must accumulate experience in actual combat. I will try my best to teach you combat skills that are close to actual combat." Fulgrim said to Wang Ming, holding the training sword in one hand.
Listening to Fulgrim's words, Wang Ming nodded to express his understanding.
"Okay, let's start."
The training started, Fulgrim raised his training sword and rushed towards Wang Ming.
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