Chapter 1163 Reminiscing about the past (Part 2)
The Tenth Company Commander looked at Rozim lying on the ground, then laughed and said:
"Although he was very embarrassed when he was unconscious, he waved He's very handsome when he's wearing a knife."
The tense nerves burst out, and all the candidates started laughing. Soshyan was surprised to hear himself laughing.
But the sight of the Tenth Company Commander quickly silenced them.
"I'm telling the truth. He is stronger than all of you at this point, that is, even in the face of invincible power, he still has the courage to wield a sword!"
Then he lightly kicked the ground with his foot. of Rozim.
"Okay, stop pretending, get up."
Rozim shrank his neck and climbed up from the ground.
“Are you convinced?”
"I've accepted it."
"Just accept it, everyone! Come with me immediately, your trial will begin soon!"
The scene back then is like a revolving lantern. It flashed in front of Shi Yang, vividly in his mind.
After a long silence, he sighed.
“The Tenth Company Commander really liked you back then.”
Rozim lowered his head, looking at the photo in his hand, and cried very rarely. Big teardrops fell on the photo and broke into countless pieces.
“I failed him.”
“It’s not your fault that the transformation failed, it’s just. Alas.”
Soshiyan stood up and walked to Rozim’s side , put your hands on the other person's shoulders.
“There are not many brothers left from Obsidian. Rozim, I don’t want to blame you or reprimand you. I just hope that you can protect yourself. I also know your temper, but I don’t I hope that one day when I look around, I will find that I am alone. Remember, we will always be brothers. No matter you are an Astartes or not, you should not be embarrassed by your past. The food you cook nourishes the hearts of all warriors. Stomach and soul, let them understand that there is a place called home in the dark galaxy."
With that said, Soshiyang sat back on his chair and said with a smile:
"Do you remember the first time we met? The canteen fight."
General Rozim He put the photo on the table, rubbed the tears on his face, and laughed too.
"Why don't you remember? Although my memory is not as good as before, I will never forget this matter."
Looking at Rozim's smiling face, Soshiyang's memory Being pulled back a hundred years ago——
As soon as Soshyan walked into the cafeteria, he found that it was very lively.
Logically speaking, it should be very quiet during lunch. No one even talks while eating.
But today is different.
“Kill him! Kill this bastard!”
The hungry candidates shouted, several people were fighting together, overturning the wooden table and spilling the hot porridge. On the ground.
After Soshyan asked, he learned that Rozim accidentally bumped into a candidate named Axel and Nad while queuing up to scoop porridge. Axel's bowl was overturned, and the two young men were splashed with water. had food.
The key point is that Rozim had a bad attitude when he was wronged. He even blamed Axe for not having eyes.
A few weeks of hunger and arduous training caused anger to rise. The two men got angry instantly, punching and kicking Rozim.
How could Rozim not fight back, so he immediately started a one-on-one fight.
But this is not the worst. Soshyan was just called because the candidates had just been divided into teams, and he was the squad leader. As for his team members——
Those are the three people who are fighting now. Soshyan couldn't help but cursed. There was no other choice. If no one intervened, Axel and Nad seemed to be happy to beat Rozim to death, and Rozim would most likely kill one of them. The head twists off.
No one else seemed to want to mediate, they were all too busy cheering.
“Stop!”
Soshyan rushed forward, he jumped onto a bench and used the table as a springboard to jump up.
The weight of his body and the kinetic energy of his jump brought him into the fight. The moment he landed, he quickly clamped his arms around the necks of Axel and Nad, pressing them to the ground.
At this time, his strength and physique showed an overwhelming advantage.
Rozim was also knocked away, and his head hit the hard ground on the floor of the hall.
But Axel was so fast that he immediately broke away from Soshyan and waved his fist at him.
In desperation, Soshyan had no choice but to kick out and hit the opponent's chin.
Axel tipped backwards and stumbled into another table, spilling food and porridge everywhere.
"You bastard! I haven't eaten enough yet!!"
A sturdy candidate whom Soshyan didn't recognize stood up angrily, holding a spoon in his hand. Then he jumped over the table to attack him.
Soshiyang was also annoyed. He felt that he had been very unlucky during this period and had hardly encountered any good things.
“Come and get beaten if you don’t like it!!”
Soshyan yelled, knocking him down with a punch to the chin, but the man's friend was obviously not happy about this and ran over and started attacking.
Suddenly, there seemed to be a signal and everyone started fighting.
Emotions have reached the breaking point, and for no specific reason, bowls of porridge begin to splash everywhere.
Benches were broken by some candidates as makeshift weapons. The candidates attacked each other in anger, and everyone began to fight on their own.
Somehow, Soshiyang suddenly heard that the greenskins had a behavior called big mess.
In formal military terminology, this kind of thing is called a camp howl, which often occurs especially in the Astra Militarum recruit camps. It is mainly due to the continuous brutal training and strict discipline that squeeze the soldiers' emotions for a long time.
This is why there is always no shortage of bars and brothels around the Astra Militarum's stations.
But their Astartes, this is a monastic fortress, the candidates can only overcome it with day after day prayer and meditation, but they are not Astartes after all——
"Damn."
Soshyan stepped back and bumped into someone. His fist was ready to strike, but he saw that the person was Rozim.
The brute looked ready to hit him, but shrugged and stopped when he saw who he was.
“Get away!”
He suddenly shouted, and Soshyan quickly fell to the ground, barely avoiding a chair that flew over his head.
After that, Soshyan didn't even look at it, kicked out his own foot, and his attacker was kicked in the crotch, letting out a high-pitched scream, and then he rolled away to avoid it. One man kicked off his boot and found himself rolled under a table, briefly extricated from the maelstrom of the fight.
It was all madness outside, roars, groans of pain filled the air, blood splattered on the ground.
But in a strange sense they seemed to enjoy it, and fighting was a good way for these boys to vent their anger.
Suddenly, a body bumped into him. Soshyan turned around and saw that it was Rozim who had also rolled under the table. The instigator of this big mess was now bruised and swollen, and he was no longer the same as before. of majesty.
(End of this chapter)