Chapter 1226 Flaws in the Crown of Knowledge
Jacob didn’t know why this realization surprised him. Maybe it was just because he was used to seeing all Space Marines as the same, although they looked Of course it's very similar.
They are all taller and stronger than mortals, and all wear silver-grey armor that sometimes makes them look more like machines than people.
However, Jacob began to realize that they had all been people like him, knowing that each of them had lived through everything he had been through, or worse. years of horrific war.
“Try again, Jacob.”
Bahram offered encouragement, without sounding harsh.
“Don’t think too much about what you are doing this time, just relax and do it. Practice a thousand times if necessary, but keep practicing, because one day your life and that of your comrades will depend on it. Your accuracy.”
Jacob nodded and raised his pistol again.
Suddenly, he turned his head to see if Herbert was looking at him, but saw Captain Armin talking softly to the other party. Obviously the other party had no time to pay attention to him.
Jacob closed one eye, took a deep breath, and pulled the trigger as he exhaled.
Again. The bomb flew past its target and into the wall.
Jacob sighed longly, he needed a lot of practice.
But during the training break, an accident happened.
“Oh my God——”
Jacob looked down at the corpse in front of him. He didn’t recognize this man, but he knew his name, Melen Hassan.
They were all brothers in principle, so Jacob felt sad, the entire back of Mellen's head missing, blood and brains decorating the wall behind the recruit.
Just five minutes ago, they temporarily ended their shooting training. On the one hand, they were resting, and on the other hand, they were allowed to practice how to clean their firearms.
Mellen was sitting twenty meters away from Jacob. At that time, he was laughing and cleaning his bolt pistol with the people next to him.
Then there was a bang and his head disappeared.
It all happened so fast that the young man didn't even have a chance to scream.
Everyone immediately gathered around, shocked by this scene, and then the instructors also arrived.
Armin walked over and looked at the body, then picked up the pistol and checked it.
"This idiot!"
He frowned and murmured:
"The magazine is still inside! I repeatedly asked that the magazine must be removed!"< br>
Bahram looked at it more carefully and then said:
"He didn't even push the safety bolt in."
"How could he make such a stupid mistake?"< br>
“Sir, I think this may be——”
Bahram stopped mid-sentence, and then the two looked at each other, and their expressions made Jacob guess that both of them were there. Thinking the same thing.
Later, he was smart and realized that this may be related to the way knowledge enters their minds.
All recruits know this knowledge, but it has not fully become a part of them. They all know the steps to clean their weapons, but they have not yet learned the respectful attitude required by the weapons. Most of what they learn Knowledge is like this. There has always been a big difference between knowing the theory and being able to put it into practice.
"I will report this matter to the chapter leader later."
Armin shook his head, and then asked the servitor to take away the body.
After that, they continued training, but everyone became much more cautious because of the accident, and began to take the regulations and warnings seriously.
And the instructors also strengthened the practical training of existing knowledge and emphasized their personal experience, instead of just letting the recruits get everything from the knowledge crown.
But death did not leave them far away. While eating lunch, a recruit suddenly knelt down and died, and then his body was taken away by a servitor.
No one really knows what happened, but there are rumors that those around him suddenly felt unusually cold when he fell, and that the dead man's skin was covered with a layer of frost. .
Jacob didn't quite understand why, but the new knowledge in his mind told him that sometimes the human body just couldn't accept various modifications and would oppose all changes and let the object die, and that person It seems that he is as "special" as he is.
None of this was news to Jacob, but there was nothing he could do except lie in bed wondering if this could happen to him.
After a few days Jacob stopped worrying because he wasn't dead yet and it felt like a waste of energy to think about it.
Moreover, there were so many things to learn and do that all his energy and will were not free.
Every day he woke up at dawn and entered a large meditation room, where he recited the prayers he had put into his mind the day before.
After three hours of meditation, a hearty breakfast, and being connected to the engine while his body digested the food, more knowledge poured into his mind, along with a complete lack of knowledge about the Legion and the Emperor. The worship of doubt.
At noon, numb but not tired, he got off the machine and went to the weapons room.
The rest of the time, depending on his schedule, he would either do physical training, practice hand-to-hand combat, or endlessly train to use his new weapon.
Every few days, they will go to an environment room to simulate some alien environments that are not available on Nathan IV, where they will practice combat discipline and survival methods in special environments.
After that, they will go to the recruit restaurant for dinner, and listen to the story of the legendary Uncle Rozim - it is said that he is also an ancient warrior, but stopped at the end of the transformation surgery Several stages, but this does not affect his status in the war group.
And the food he makes is indeed delicious and can help the recruits quickly get rid of the fatigue of the day.
".Where did you talk about last time? Oh! By the way, the big demon at that time, a big demon of Khorne with a dog head and a blood-colored scarf, angrily came out of the portal, holding a black... The sword stands as high as a mountain!"
Wearing a chef's hat and a dirty apron around his waist, Rozim was dancing under the watchful eyes of all the recruits.
Jacob, who was sitting on the third row of chairs, smiled and took a spoonful of soup into his mouth.
The brothers beside him listened with interest and even exclaimed in surprise from time to time.
"As soon as it came out, it stared with eyes like the sun and made a strange cry of rua!, but I was not afraid at all. I took my magic weapon pan with the emperor's icon engraved on it, At rocket-like speed, what is that? The crazy thing is to torture its unsatisfactory middle-parted head and smelly swill-like butt.”
At this time, a recruit laughed and said:
"Uncle Rozim, you have such a big belly, I'm afraid you won't be able to go fast!"
"You are stubborn, aren't you? Are you stubborn? Are you talking? I raced against the champion of the Black Legion!"
I have to admit that Rozim's story is very dramatic, but Jacob has never taken it seriously.
After all, what can a chef have seen?
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