Fu Qinghai left the medical room. Gurt, who was guarding the door, came over, handed Fu Qinghai a tablet, and said:
"Qingshan, this is the final post-war summary report issued. You may not have read it yet."
"Okay." Fu Qinghai took it and started looking through it.
Oh... After reading the post-war summary report, Fu Qinghai realized that the Word Bearer wearing the Terminator Tactical Dreadnought Armor he killed was actually the commander of the transport fleet, Darren Crofa.
However, this achievement has to come a little later, because the first one is killing a hell beast.
Seeing this, Fu Qinghai couldn't help but feel ashamed. The hell beast and the ancient warrior Sheele had already fought a battle, and then he and the Howling Banshee used a strategy to kill him. Among them was the Eldar girl Salamander Uslan. It definitely deserves credit, but the report cannot mention the aliens, so it became the hell beast killed by the sacrificed ancient warriors Hiller and Fu Qinghai.
Gurt said: "Qingshan, you killed a company commander of the Word Bearers. Unfortunately, that guy has most likely been destroyed by orbital bombardment. Otherwise, you can use his weapon as a souvenir of your battle."
Fu Qinghai shook his head. He was not very interested in this so-called "battle souvenir" that only showed off but had no practical use.
Besides, the enemy's weapons are nothing. He also knows a person who likes to cut off the enemy's body parts as souvenirs.
After bidding farewell to Gurt, Fu Qinghai returned to his personal rest cabin to rest for a while.
Put the real trophy, the Valyrian steel sword Heartbreak, into your weapon chest.
Fu Qinghai looked at this simple black long sword. Judging from the size of the blade and hilt, this should be a long-handled sword, also known as a "big sword". Its size and weight are between those of a two-handed giant sword. and a one-handed rapier.
Of course, this is relative to ordinary humans. For an Astartes, holding a broken heart in his hand is equivalent to a fighting dagger.
Fu Qinghai closed the weapon box, took off his huge power armor, put on a simple and loose gray robe, and went to the restaurant on the cruiser.
Fu Qinghai walked into the empty restaurant, picked up a few pieces of food, and was about to find a place to sit down when he suddenly heard someone shouting from the side:
"Hey, White Scar warrior, this way!"
Fu Qinghai, who was holding the food, turned around and saw three Ultramarines sitting at the dining table and having a meal.
The one waving to him was a young warrior with golden curly hair.
"Here, come and sit here."
Fu Qinghai walked over, and his golden curly hair asked him to sit down.
This young man wearing power armor, with blue eyes and golden curly hair, showed an enthusiastic smile and said:
"Hello, White Scar Warrior, please introduce yourself. My name is Papastathopoulos. You can call me Papa."
Fu Qinghai looked at this familiar golden curly face, nodded, and said:
"Qingshan, my name."
"Welcome to the Sossalan, Qingshan, let me introduce to you. The man opposite you is called Dunlop."
The golden curly-haired Papa pointed at a middle-aged warrior with pale short hair and a face sitting opposite Fu Qinghai.
This soldier had a resolute and serious face and was eating food in silence and meticulously. Hearing this, he raised his head, nodded to Fu Qinghai, then lowered his head and continued eating.
Then, Papastathopoulos pointed to the brown-backed warrior sitting opposite him and said:
"This is Abner Willard, both of them were teammates on my squad."
Abner Willard saw that Fu Qinghai seemed a little uncomfortable with Papa's familiarity, so he smiled and explained:
"Don't mind, White Scar warrior, Papa is a recruit who was promoted the year before last. He has no experience of fighting with the Fifth Legion in the past, so he is more curious about you."
Fu Qinghai said that he didn't mind, but he didn't expect that Papa's next words would surprise him:
"Do you still remember me? We made a promise."
Fu Qinghai was shocked and asked, "Have we met before?"
Papa nodded affirmatively and said:
"On the surface of Planet Roswell 7, do you still remember that trick..."
As he said that, Papa raised his hand to make gestures on the dining table.
"If you do this...that...twice, you will end up with the Word Bearer."
"Oh..." Fu Qinghai suddenly realized.
He remembered that it was the Ultramarine he met when he followed Gurt's Sting Team into the Word Bearers trenches. At that time, the opponent was wearing a helmet, and the voice filtered through the loudspeaker was slightly shriller than the young man he is today. The voice is different.
Willard, who finally understood, smiled and said:
"You have to be careful, Qingshan, this guy is obsessed with fighting, he will definitely pester you all day long."
Sure enough, after dinner, Papa invited Fu Qinghai to go to the training cage to spar.
Fu Qinghai did not refuse anyone who came, and he had nothing to do anyway.
Moreover, Wokuotai had long expected this to happen, but Papa's purpose was relatively simple, and he simply wanted to learn martial arts skills.
According to Wokuotai's past experiences and assumptions, when White Scar's people arrive at the territory of other legions, they will definitely be provoked and suppressed, so they selected a person who is the strongest in melee weapon combat to avoid losing White Scar's people. Face.
Just as he was about to get up and go to the training cage, the taciturn Dunlop suddenly said:
"Qingshan...you are that Qingshan!"
Fu Qinghai was stunned when he heard this, which Qingshan? Does this mean there is a second Qingshan on this ship?
The two companions also looked over in confusion.
"You are the Qingshan who killed the Hell Beast and the Commander of the Word Bearers in the summary report after the landing battle."
Dunlop said.
"Oh, I remembered it too...my God, you look so young." Willard also reacted and looked at Fu Qinghai again with a surprised look on his face.
After reading the post-war report, they imagined that "Qingshan" should be a century-old veteran with a face full of vicissitudes of life and a long history of battles. For a while, they did not think about the soldier who was as young as Papa in front of them.
"I used some tricks, luck, luck..."
Fu Qinghai still needs to be modest here. He really doesn't have the ability to compete with the Dreadnought Mecha head-on. He is afraid that these enthusiastic Ultramarines will find him a Dreadnought Mecha to fight against, so there is no need.
Dunlop, a middle-aged warrior with short white hair, patted Papa on the shoulder and said:
"I won't go over to watch the battle. The outcome has already been determined."
The golden curly Pappa looked unconvinced.
…
"Bang!"
Papa was knocked to the ground for the third time.
"Qingshan, you are cheating, this is unfair!"
cried Papa, who was sitting on the ground.
At this moment, his golden curly hair was wet with sweat and stuck to his forehead strand by strand.
Fu Qinghai flicked the knife, inserted the training weapon back into place, and said casually:
"How else do you think I killed the Hell Beast? Is it a fair duel?"
Just now he was in a sword-fighting stance, using sword-fighting steps and sword-fighting distance. Then, after blocking Papa's sword, he hit Papa's chin with an iron-mountain shoulder-butt move. .
These tricks were all worn out by Albus Lang.
Defeating Papastathopoulos did not give Fu Qinghai any psychological satisfaction, nor did it bring improvement to his martial arts. It felt like he was teaching a child a lesson.
Fu Qinghai said: "Let's go here today, I'm going back."
Saying goodbye to Papa, Fu Qinghai returned to the rest cabin and changed his clothes, changing from tight training clothes to looser casual clothes.
Then Fu Qinghai walked out of the rest cabin. It was probably the rest time in the battleship's schedule. There were not many crew members visible in the passage.
Fu Qinghai wandered around the battleship casually, but this time he was not accompanied by Vlahos's attendant, who was very busy now.
Fu Qinghai walked outside an auditorium-like hall and found that it was in a mess, with various musical instruments, oil painting stands and other items placed inside. A group of men and women in different clothes were inside, either talking in low voices or talking loudly.
He doesn't look like a soldier at all.
Just then Gurt, who was wearing armor, came towards him. He saw Fu Qinghai looking inside, and explained in a low voice:
"Those people are the chroniclers. You should know that there are probably some in your White Scar expedition fleet."
"oh."
Fu Qinghai understood.
Although there is no reporter on board the Gladius frigate, it does not prevent him from knowing this group of people.
In the middle of the Great Crusade, at the suggestion of Prime Minister Malcador, the Emperor sent Terra and literary and artistic workers from various major ruled areas to join the ranks of the Great Crusade, using various methods to record and praise the achievements of the Empire's expedition.
In short, it is to engage in political propaganda and promote the legitimacy and justice of the empire in recovering the lost colonies of mankind. Like the preachers responsible for promoting the truth of the empire, it is a standing non-military unit in each expedition fleet.
A reporter is somewhat similar to a reporter, but not quite a reporter.
Although they work as reporters, the narrators themselves may be photographers, documentary directors, writers, poets, etc.
When these people first came to the expedition team, they seemed incompatible with professional soldiers. They were full of curiosity about everything, free and undisciplined, and did not understand what orders and prohibitions meant.
Leman Russ, the Primarch of the Space Wolves Legion, even proposed to issue weapons to these people and let them go to the front lines as cannon fodder.
"These guys have been quiet a lot recently." Gurt looked at the low pressure scene inside and explained:
"The rebellion of Warmaster Horus has turned the entire empire into a mess. These people's ideas have been impacted, and they are still in a state of fear all day long. They are no longer as leisurely and elegant as they were at the beginning, but it makes us a lot easier to manage. "
Fu Qinghai nodded to express his understanding.
During the Great Crusade, in the entire galaxy, wherever the Terra Star Torch could shine, no matter whether it was alien forces or old human colonies that were unwilling to submit, they were basically no match for the Legiones Astartes, except against the Orks. The Battle of Ullanor, but the narrators had not yet joined the expedition fleet when they fought that battle. By the time they came to the expedition fleet, the Human Empire was already considered invincible in defeating the entire galaxy.
Going on an expedition with the expedition fleet is a very honorable job. Those who can become narrators are more or less connected within the empire. Many of the families of narrators are famous and wealthy families in Terra.
As a result, after the Horus Heresy occurred, these people were unable to return to Terra and their respective families. They had to follow their fleets to participate in countering the rebellion. In the past, they only had to hide in the rear and recite poems to fight against, but now they had to go to the front line, which inevitably made them feel a little panicked. It feels like all day long.
"They usually like to gather in this auditorium. Before the rebellion, this was an area designated by the commander for them to drink, brag, chat and spank. These guys can't survive a day without socializing."
"For some reason, the post-war report on Planet Roswell 7 has spread among the circle of narrators. They know that the Ultramarines suffered heavy losses, and they are even more worried and scared now. Alas, as long as they don't cause trouble, I I don’t want to waste time here, just ignore them, Qingshan.”
As a simple and self-disciplined Astartes monk, Gurt naturally had no good feelings towards this group of people engaged in literature and art. He complained to Fu Qinghai, patted Fu Qinghai on the shoulder, and went to do other things. It's over.
Fu Qinghai is not that resistant to the narrators. It is understandable to have some fun in his free time. After all, what is the saying?
Power is temporary, but laughter is eternal.
Fu Qinghai is studying and training so hard now, on the one hand, to satisfy his thirst for knowledge, and on the other hand, to survive better in the world of reincarnation.
He is still an Earthling at heart. If he were not forced by the pressure of survival, he would not be willing to be injured in the training cage every day and fight in the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Fu Qinghai stood at the door of the auditorium and hesitated for a while.
I thought, hey, I am idle anyway, and I am very bored right now, why not go in for a stroll?
It should be about psychological adjustment after the war.
Fu Qinghai stepped into the auditorium.
The moment he walked into the auditorium, several pairs of eyes stared at him.
Other crew members on the battleship often come here to have fun, but almost no Astartes come in. Space Marines avoid this place.
As soon as Fu Qinghai entered, a man in a black tuxedo came up to Fu Qinghai with a tray, respectfully handed the wine in the tray upwards, and said:
"Welcome, Lord Astartes, your arrival will make the Hall of Inspiration flourish."
Fu Qinghai took a glass of wine from the tray, held the exquisite goblet in his hand, and asked curiously:
"You call this the Hall of Inspiration? Are you the waiter here?"
The black-haired ponytail man in a tuxedo immediately explained:
"Oh no, no, no, you misunderstood, my lord, there are no waiters here. We all rely on ourselves. My name is Hall Kemp. You can just call me Hall. I am a composer."
Fu Qinghai took a sip of the wine in his glass, smashed it in his mouth, and said:
"This wine is really not that good."
It doesn't feel as good as the ordinary sparkling wine on earth in the past life. I don't know if the taste of humans has changed in the future or something.
Hall Camp laughed and said: "I agree with your conclusion, these wines are only worthy of appearing in the sewers of the hive city. But there is no way, the supply line between the Sossalan and the rear has long been cut off, these wines are I have the last bit in stock, and if it weren’t for your arrival, I wouldn’t even be willing to take it out to entertain you.”
Then, the black-haired man with ponytail said:
"To answer your question, we call this the Hall of Inspiration because it once brought us endless sources of inspiration. We spoke loudly here, argued here, and recited poetry here. This place once allowed us to There was a burst of creative passion...well, at least until the rebellion happened."
At this point, Hall sighed.
Fu Qinghai looked around and found that most of the narrators had anxious and sad faces. The super hearing ability given by Astartes allowed him to hear that what they were discussing was not various arts, but speculations about the war situation on the front line. and confusion about the unknown future.
Of course, there are also many people who enjoy themselves in hardship, blame themselves, laugh at themselves, drink to drown their sorrows, or give up on themselves. Those who engage in art are often more sensitive and fragile.
"Hmm..." Fu Qinghai was noncommittal. He was here to kill boring time, but it was obvious that most of the narrators looked a little disappointed.
Fu Qinghai lowered his head and clinked the glasses with Hall, then drank the remaining wine in the glass.
Hall saw that this Astartes seemed to be easier to talk to, so he boldly asked:
"My lord, people here are very curious about you... Uh, no offense, I mean, there are very few Astartes who are willing to come to the Hall of Inspiration, and you are one of the few. I really want to know, you What’s the purpose of coming here?”
Fu Qinghai put the empty wine glass back on the tray and said:
"I'm just here to have some fun. By the way, can I use the piano?"
Uh, looking for some fun?
Hall Kemp was a little stunned for a moment. This was the first time he heard these words from an Astartes monk, and he subconsciously replied:
"Yes, of course..."
When he came back to his senses, he found that Fu Qinghai had already walked towards the black grand piano placed in the center of the hall.
Fu Qinghai passed through the crowd gathered in twos and threes. When these men and women in different clothes saw a tall Astartes approaching, they stared at him curiously and moved out of the way.
The Astartes stood out among the crowd.
Fu Qinghai walked slowly to the piano, pulled out the stool and sat down.
Putting his hands in front of the black and white keys, he pondered for a while, recalling in his mind the pieces he had practiced in the early years.
"Eh..." Hall Kamp raised his hand and stopped in mid-air. He was just about to remind the space warrior that the black grand piano was a replica of an ancient Terran instrument and was very precious. Don't break the antiques.
But as a composer, when he saw the way Fu Qinghai raised his hands, he knew that he could play this instrument, and he immediately kept silent.
Attracted by Fu Qinghai's actions, many people in the auditorium focused their attention. Seeing this little giant-like Astarte sitting in front of the piano, they couldn't help but start whispering, and their curious eyes kept looking around, guessing who he was. What do you want to do?
Fu Qinghai closed his eyes and thought about it for a moment, then opened his eyes and pressed lightly with his fingertips.
Along with the deep and melodious sound of the piano, Fu Qinghai sang softly:
"Hello darkness my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again..."
The deep magnetic voice echoed in the auditorium, and the originally noisy auditorium suddenly became quiet.
"Wow..." some people whispered in hushed tones.
"I saw something, I saw an Astartes singing really loudly." A woman whispered in surprise.
"He can also play the piano... Oh my god, I thought they were all violent machines whose minds only know about killing." Another woman said, covering her mouth.
"Shhh...quiet!"
Fu Qinghai ignored those whispers and continued to play and sing with his shoulders relaxed:
“Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound…
of silence! "
Fu Qinghai took control and slowed down the BPM of the original song "The Sound of Silence" a lot, playing and singing it slowly at a slower speed.
Like many children, Fu Qinghai was forced by his parents to practice piano when he was a child. However, the reason why he occasionally persisted later was not to take exams, but to be able to play some of his favorite pieces, such as "The Sound of Silence" 》.
I simply feel that the lyrics at this moment are a bit appropriate for the occasion, and I don’t know whether it is in response to my own mood or the atmosphere in the auditorium.
Maybe it’s the unknown road to Mars with a uncertain future.
"'Fools' said I,'You don't know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you.'"
As Fu Qinghai continued to play and sing, the inspiration hall became audible, with only the sound of his piano echoing.
The narrators also went from being surprised at Astarte singing to appreciating the song.
"Ah this...this..."
Composer Hall Camp's scalp was numb and his whole body was shaking with excitement.
The lyrics and music of this song made him feel like he was in heaven.
"And whisper'd in the sounds...
of silence.”
After singing the last line of lyrics, Fu Qinghai pressed the last key with both hands.
The whole auditorium was silent for a while, and then burst into loud applause and cheers.
"Awesome, perfect!"
“Impeccable playing!”
"Your Majesty, isn't it rumored that the Astartes will be brainwashed when they undergo transformation? How come he still knows music." A man asked in confusion.
"I've been on Sossaran for two years. How come I haven't seen this Astartes before?"
"I have heard of him. He is a warrior from the White Scars Legion. It is said that it is a Space Marine Legion from a barbaric planet."
"Wow, then he speaks low Gothic really well." A woman covered her mouth and whispered.
"This soldier looks so young. Could it be that the memory before the transformation has not been completely forgotten... Well, I can write another love story with this beginning." Another woman has already begun to imagine a little girl in her mind. theater.
In fact, Fu Qinghai's performance was not that perfect, and he even played a few wrong notes. However, the fact that the emperor's superhuman soldiers could also play the piano gave the chroniclers a huge impact, and many people were skeptical of this antique musical instrument. I don’t really understand it, so I have a lot of exaggerated praise.
A woman wearing a black halter-neck backless evening dress, with a complicated and gorgeous bun, exposing a large area of snow-white skin, holding a goblet, and delicate makeup took a sip of wine and whispered:
"He looks quite handsome, but it's a pity..."
"What's a pity?" A companion next to him joked with a smile.
"Of course you know what a pity is, Claire. It is said that the Astartes do not have that kind of desire."
"Haha, even if you have that kind of desire, are you sure you can bear it?"
Fu Qinghai stood up from the stool, and Hall Camp, who was not far away, quickly came over and said eagerly:
"Amazing playing, amazing song, may I know its name, my lord?"
"The Sound of Silence, that's the name of the song."
"The sound of silence..." Hall Kemp smacked the name with a satisfied look on his face, and then he immediately asked:
“Is this a song you wrote?”
"No, it's not. This is an old song from my hometown."
From the Earth tens of thousands of years ago, now Terra.
"It's great. This song, I...I can't find the words to describe it for a moment." Hall Camp was so excited that he was incoherent.
It is indeed difficult to define the position of "The Sound of Silence" in the history of music. If you say it is a folk song, it is deeper than a folk song. If you say it is a rock song, it is more melodious than rock music. The lyrics also have a psychedelic flavor. It is the American "Beat" A masterpiece of the period, it’s no wonder that the composer Hall Camp couldn’t find a suitable adjective to describe it for a while.
Many people gathered around him enthusiastically, planning to talk to Fu Qinghai. Some wanted to interview Fu Qinghai, but Fu Qinghai didn't want to deal with this. He waved his hands and walked towards the door of the auditorium avoiding the crowd.
Hall Camp stood there, still unwilling to accept it. After thinking that he had handed the soldier a drink as soon as he came up, it could be regarded as a little bit of friendship, so he hurriedly chased after him.
Hall chased Fu Qinghai and asked in a low voice:
"Sir, I still don't know your name?"
"Qingshan, my name is Qingshan." Fu Qinghai said as he walked.
The name sounds different from the style of the Ultramarines, Hall thought to himself.
Hall added:
"Just a quick question, can I get the sheet music for this song? Sorry, I just love it so much."
Fu Qinghai stopped and thought for a moment, nodded and said, "Okay."
Then he continued walking out.
Hall quickly asked:
"Then where should I get this score?"
Fu Qing posted his cabin number and walked out of the auditorium without looking back.
In the crowd behind Fu Qinghai, a woman with wavy black hair was looking at his back meaningfully.
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