Chapter 226 Weekly Meeting
When Angron walked out of his office, he saw some of his descendants waiting for him outside. After seeing him, his descendants all saluted him.
Everyone was serious as if they were going to participate in a mysterious ceremony.
In the silence, Angron nodded, and then walked in front, with the descendants of the Lord of the Twelve Legions slowly following behind.
A group of people walked through the interior of the Resolute Resolve.
A previous battle with the greenskins had just ended, and the sailors were renovating various equipment, weapons or tools on the ship.
The air force pilots of the legion's flight formation and the legion's logistics personnel are checking the status of various flying vehicles together.
Everyone was busy doing their own thing. After seeing Angron and the Space Marines, they just saluted and continued to do their own thing.
There will be no major battles for the next few days, so everyone is very relaxed. Except for the Space Marines following Angron, no one is nervous or serious.
A moment later, Angron and the small number of Space Marines who followed him entered the Triumph Hall.
The Triumph Hall is the most gorgeous and grand place on the legion's flagship.
All the glory achieved by the Twelfth Legion during the War Dogs period and the World Eaters period are displayed in the Triumph Hall. These embodied honors are the flags on the vast walls of the Triumph Hall. A relief sculpture, or a commemorative coat of arms of a certain war.
After entering the Triumph Hall, the serious and silent space warriors who followed the Gene Father had their mouths raised, and some of them even felt proud.
Because they and the Gene Father were walking under the walls of the Triumph Hall that were covered with glory signs.
Most of the glory was not won by the Gene Father and his descendants after he returned to the Legion, but was won by the Legion soldiers in arduous battles.
The Sons of Angron did not seek to prove that they could accomplish astonishing feats in the Emperor's cause without the leadership of their Genefather.
But I want to tell other legions what kind of army the Sons of Angron are. In the past, they were as powerful as their genetic father, whom they had never met, but now, they are as powerful as their own. The genetic father will establish greater merits.
"Silence!"
When the original body entered the triumphal hall accompanied by a small number of warriors, Legion Commander Kil gave a loud shout.
Nearly 150,000 soldiers of the Twelfth Legion have gathered here. Except for the 18th company that Angron sent out to conquer worlds, all other companies are present.
But even so, the Triumph Hall was not noisy, whether before Angron's arrival or after his arrival.
So Legion Commander Kil does not really want to make everyone change from noisy to quiet. This is a ritual word.
Only superiors can order subordinates to be silent.
So the word silence means a right and a declaration-the Lord of the Legion has arrived.
So all the Space Marines present stood at attention, put their fists on their chests, and saluted the Father of Genes.
"This is not a pre-war meeting, nor is it to issue any orders or announce a new legion discipline."
Angron glanced at his heirs.
Every Space Marine is extremely serious, as if they are going to kill aliens in the next second.
Angron looked at everyone and suddenly recalled what the other brothers' legions he had seen looked like.
Vulkan and his heirs got along very happily and relaxedly, just like a family.
Fulgrim was also very happy getting along with his children.
It seems that only when Perturabo gets along with the people of the Fourth Legion, the atmosphere is like this.
But no matter what Angron thinks, some things in a huge Space Marine Legion are not so easy to change. The 12th Legion uses strict rules that are almost perverted to restrain themselves precisely because they know what their flaws are. .
"A week ago, I ordered the Legion to have such a conversation every week, but this is still not a military meeting or some very serious business, just a talk."
< br>Angron continued.
The Space Marines were still extremely serious, but Angron could feel an emotion in their hearts, an emotion of helplessness.
This atmosphere is now the most relaxed in the entire Twelve Legions. The Space Marines don't know what method they should use to achieve the leisurely and peaceful atmosphere envisioned by the Gene Father.
At this time, the guards entered the triumphal hall.
The duelists who once worked with Angron to eliminate the slave owners in the Nukerian War are members of this guard. They are family members in Angron's eyes, and in this very large family Every member of the group feels that they have a kinship with each other that goes beyond blood ties.
But even so, when the gladiators entered the triumphal hall, they were as serious as the Space Marines.
Even Yochuka, who likes to play pranks, didn't show the slightest expression at this time.
If it were anyone else, they would probably think that they had been brainwashed, but Angron could sense their hearts and knew that the gladiators just wanted to follow the Romans.
After all, it was inappropriate for me to chat with Angron when hundreds of thousands of other people were very serious.
"They are really in tune and gregarious." Angron thought to himself.
However, Angron felt that it was not the cultural influence of his brothers and sisters, but that they were innately in tune with each other.
Gladiators also have an extremely strict pursuit of discipline, because if anyone does not abide by discipline in the duel arena and does whatever they want, many people will be buried with them.
"Anyway, we just have a heart-to-heart talk."
Angron said and sat down, but not on his throne, but sitting casually on the ground.
The original body crossed its legs and glanced at everyone again.
No one spoke.
And when this atmosphere is a bit awkward, as the commander of the army, Kiir always takes the lead.
Then the legion commander took a step forward and slowly raised his hand.
"Please tell me." Angron smiled and nodded.
"Father." Kil saluted, "Does this week's conversation have a strategic purpose that must be accomplished?"
Hearing this, Angron realized that his legion commander had completely ignored this. The matter was completed as a battle.
This was not the first conversation, there had been one before, but it ended hastily because everyone was not used to it at that time. "There is no strategic purpose, just speaking freely." Angron said, "Some of you feel that this matter is meaningless and worthless."
Everyone Everyone was silent when they heard the second half of Angron's words. Even those who felt that whatever Angron did was meaningful were also silent, because everyone knew that Angron had the ability to read minds. In front of the father of genes, any inner secret is no secret.
He said that if someone feels that way, then there is.
“During the last meeting, I just started the conversation to let you get used to it. There are some things I didn’t say in the last meeting.”
"What I want to say is, about the importance of communication."
At this point, Angron turned to look at Kahn. He knew that Kahn had a very good relationship with the captain of the 18th company he sent out. , so he asked.
"Kahn, do you think there will be no conflicts between two people who have a good relationship?"
When Angron asked this, Kahn shook his head without even thinking about it. shook his head.
Because this is not a question that needs to be thought about at all.
No matter how good the relationship between two people is, conflicts will definitely arise. This is inevitable.
"Kahn is right, no matter what kind of relationship there will be conflicts." Angron nodded and looked at Yochula, "Please tell the legionnaires how we dealt with each other during the uprising war. "
Yochula took a step forward, thought for a moment, and then gave an answer.
“We resolve conflicts through communication.”
“We tell each other everything we know and talk about it, and we will discuss even the most intimate topics.”
"For example."
Yochula said this and subconsciously searched for Kleist, but Kleist was not in the triumphal hall, not even on the flagship, but with a part of Nukai The main force of Ria's regular army went to assist the Emperor's Children Legion in their operations.
"There are some ladies in the gladiator team, Kleist, Theseus, my mother..."
"During the period when we could not get supplies steadily , ladies will need some necessary sanitary products, and then they will say it directly, and we will all work together to find a solution."
"Instead of refusing to communicate because of shyness or other reasons, we will find a solution ourselves. Until a big trouble occurred that caught everyone off guard.”
After Yochula said this, some star warriors frowned, some star warriors were indifferent, and some star warriors smiled meaningfully.
Those frowning Space Marines are all from military aristocrats. Unlike those death row prisoners who were transformed into Space Marines, etiquette, shame, aristocratic etiquette and other things have been observed by them since childhood, so it is difficult for them Imagine that the gladiators' communication habit of being able to talk about anything was applied to the legion.
Other people's various reactions also have their own reasons.
Yochula continued.
“We will talk more, about which of us likes whom, or likes some man or woman who is not a gladiator.”
"Because this can avoid an extremely fatal situation, that is, for a man or a woman, two brothers or sisters who originally fought side by side become enemies."
Regiment Commander Kil listened carefully to Yue Chu What La said.
He felt that the unrestricted communication between the gladiators was actually quite good.
Although talking about everything is inevitably trivial, the conflicts between two people are often caused by trivial things that have accumulated since childhood. It is better to talk about them early.
Kiel used to think that the gladiators' relationship of life and death and mutual trust was mostly related to genetic modification, but now he feels that the existence of such a relationship depends more on the wisdom of the gladiators.
The gladiators are like a steel plate. The communication between them without any taboo is like the interconnection of every atom. Those cracks that may have appeared will be nipped in the bud, and then this group like the steel plate will continue to maintain. Go down.
"A week ago, I ordered the legion to have a conversation every week for the same purpose."
Angron said.
“The purpose is to stabilize the relationship between each of us and eliminate any possible rifts.”
“Until one day in the future, there will be a situation where you no longer have to use duels. To solve problems and conflicts, we sit down and talk, and the conflicts that would otherwise lead to conflicts are resolved. ”
"This is the importance of communication. In the words of my adoptive father, if you don't let it go, it will break your heart."
Angron's last words made the atmosphere much more relaxed, and some optimistic and cheerful space warriors directly Laugh out loud.
Angron also smiled.
At this time, Angron suddenly thought that the biggest reason why he established a weekly meeting system was actually because he heard some things Fulgrim talked about, such as the increasing conflicts between everyone within the legion. The bigger it got, until finally it was almost time to draw a sword and start a fight.
Perhaps the prestige of the original body can solve part of the problem and forcefully suppress the contradiction, but Angron feels that this is not a long-term solution, because the contradiction is there, and its existence can only be ignored or suppressed temporarily. , until one day it can no longer be suppressed, and it is like a powder keg exploding, blowing everyone up.
Through weekly meetings with the children, we can discover each person's problems and understand each person's psychology.
Angron is confident that his army will always be monolithic.
"I just have something to say."
The legionnaire named Hal raised his hand.
Almost no one can leave a deeper impression on Angron than Hal, because this huge legionnaire stands out in the queue of others, and because Hal was once a Thunder warrior.
"Say." Angron smiled and nodded.
"Still my previous opinion, our entire Legion is turning away from the Emperor." Hal said, "The mission given to us by the Emperor is to fight as a shock force, but what are we doing? We are doing the first What the Thirteenth Legion will do."
"We have to rescue civilians, rescue friendly forces, we have to save this and that."
Hal raised his voice, speaking to every fighting brother. Pacing in front of me.
“We are wasting time on things that are not necessary for us to do. Maybe we were once an assault corps that other legions admired, but now we are just a group of people doing things that make them feel ignorant. A Legion of things to do, under the command of an overly kind and gentle Primarch.”
Hal expressed his dissatisfaction as usual, which didn't surprise anyone else at all, since it was just the same old story.
After hearing what Hal said, the legion soldiers had different reactions.
In fact, whenever this happens, Angron can sense that some people identify with Hal very much, but they also identify with himself, but they always feel dissatisfied. This is normal, just like the two closest friends. It is normal for conflicts to arise between people.
(End of this chapter)