"Sir."
Walking towards Soshyan was Pul Armin, his newly appointed captain of the tactical team.
Because the number was too sparse, and even a company could not be assembled, Soshyan could only organize these recruits into three tactical squads and promoted three squad captains. In the future, if the number of the group can be restored to a part, they will also be company commanders. preliminary candidates.
But now it seems that they are still too immature, just like Soshyan himself.
"Are you interested in observing our training results?"
Armin wiped the sweat from his face and showed a very hearty smile to Soshyan.
Due to Soshyan's approachable personality, strict superior-subordinate barriers did not quickly form within the regiment, and the recruits were no longer as nervous as when they saw him in the past.
Even occasionally make a little joke.
"Forget it, you are as stupid as a stuffed camel! Armin."
At this time, another person walked out of the crowd and shouted to Armin:
"The things you practiced are too simple and easy. I don't think the chapter leader wants to see it."
The speaker was Bakhsh Farzad, also a newly promoted captain. He served about ten years later than Soshyan. He was a passionate but sometimes too impatient warrior.
But Soshyan also admitted that his skills and tactics are the best among this group of recruits, and perhaps for this reason, he has some pride.
Pride and vanity are the greatest enemies of the Space Marine psyche, and Soshyan feels he must teach them this.
"Farzad, do you want to compete with me?"
Armin immediately turned around and faced the opponent directly, his tone as tough as his eyes.
"It's been a while since I last defeated you."
Farzad rubbed his fists and then looked at Soshyan.
"Chapter Commander, can I show you the results of our training?"
"certainly."
Soshyan nodded calmly, and the two captains immediately picked up their weapons and stepped onto the metal ring in the center of the training room.
Armin used a short sword and shield, while Farzad used two battle axes.
Because of the Great Rebellion, battle axes are not popular among the Astartes Chapters, but the Astral Knights still retain the ancient battle ax skill, but this skill is very difficult, and Soshyan is interested in Fal. Zadeh's mastery of the craft.
Although he is not yet proficient, at least his aggressive desire and spirit are rare.
After the two fighters faced off in the ring for a few seconds, Farzad was the first to attack as expected.
He approached the opponent at an extremely fast speed, then swung the battle ax with his right arm, passed Armin's shield, and then dragged it back violently.
This is an ancient tactic, using a sharp blade to hook the opponent's shield, leaving the opponent's middle door wide open and then delivering a fatal blow. Many tribal warriors from the primitive world still maintain this tactic.
Farzad was a warrior from a primitive tribe. The conscription world had an excellent source of soldiers. The war group had just been established less than 20 years ago, and he was the first batch of recruits.
But now, his world became the recruiting world of another chapter.
Armin was already prepared for Farzad's tactics. He tilted his shield back at a 45° angle and let his battle ax draw a spark on the shield. Then he bent his knees and pushed forward hard, knocking the opponent away from him. He smashed it away in front of him, and then sent the long sword forward, like a poisonous bee stinging its tail stinger.
But he missed it.
"You're too slow!"
Farzad laughed and suddenly continued the attack.
He swung his ax and hurled it over his enemy's shoulder.
Armin jumped away from the menacing weapon.
"At least it's fast enough to deal with you!"
Armin gasped and retreated first, watching his opponent's movements coldly.
The next second, the creak of metal friction and sparks of collision echoed throughout the training room.
The tactics were all watching, and some were even cheering.
Soshyan is a calm man. He knows very well how frustrated his brothers are about being driven out of their homes. They can only try their best to ensure that they have enough things to do to relieve their confusion and unwillingness.
The training room seems to have become a place for them to vent their hearts. It is this kind of strength that Soshyan needs.
In the ring, Farzad continued to launch attacks and continued his agile pace.
His trimmed hair was a dirty brown color, and he still seemed to retain the savage energy of a primitive tribe, always carrying a confident, even arrogant and intimidating air.
"No."
Farzad grinned.
"You're just too damn slow."
"Shut up and keep fighting!"
At this time, Farzad suddenly rushed to the left, then suddenly turned back, raised his ax blade, and aimed at Armin's torso.
Then, the two weapons collided together in a shower of sparks and became entangled.
Farzad, who grabbed the loophole, used all the strength of his hands and the strength of his whole body to push hard.
Armin only lasted a moment before he stumbled backwards, losing his balance.
"Aha!"
Farzad shouted and rushed forward.
The ax blade and the sword blade kept colliding, and each collision released frightening ripples rushing towards the blocker, but Farzad was undoubtedly faster, and his exposed arm even caused some damage due to excessive movements. Fast and somewhat blurry.
"I am coming."
Farzad gritted his teeth and roared, with a look of concentration on his face.
Although the temperature in the training room was very low, his temples were still covered in sweat.
Armin did not respond, instead busy fending off the vicious and violent attacks of his comrade.
Neither warrior wore armor, instead wearing a leather jacket and greaves sewn with metal plates, a common training uniform for the Astral Knights.
Similarly, although the blade of the weapon has been blunted for training safety, it is still enough to break bones and penetrate flesh.
This was specially arranged by the seniors of the Chapter, in order to instill in the new recruits the control of weapons and reduce their dependence on armor.
"Well!"
Soon, Armin was forced to hit the fence hard, feeling as if the hard steel was squeezing into his back, but he rolled away before Farzad's battle ax scratched his chest. .
"Slow down, slow down, slow down..."
Behind him, Farzad was walking with his head held high, breathing heavily, his face covered with sweat mist.
“Maybe you’d play better if you weren’t chattering all the time.”
Armin muttered, trying to regain his balance and take back the initiative.
"Whatever you want, if you can get some pathetic comfort."
Farzad, who was carrying a battle ax, walked proudly and said proudly.
With a smug smile on his face, he pushed his comrade into the attack range of his battle ax step by step.
"That's right!"
After Armin glanced at it from the corner of his eye, he suddenly roared and made a posture of curling up before jumping.
"That's true!"
He rushed up and rushed towards Farzad's defenseless torso, knocking him backwards hard.
Farzad was too close and too confident to drop his battle ax in time.
Armin threw away his sword and shield, restrained him tightly with his arms, and pushed him backwards until he hit the farthest fence of the ring with a clang.
"Despicable... despicable!"
Although Farzad lost control of the battle ax, he still clenched his fist, preparing to give his opponent a heavy blow.
But Armin was more agile, and he hit Farzad directly in the face with his head.
In an instant, the sound of metal colliding was mixed with the sound of bones breaking. The two men fell off the ring at the same time, and the pungent smell of blood filled the air.
The audience outside the field were also shocked.
