The Tenth Company Commander looked at Rozim lying on the ground, then laughed and said:
"Although he looked very embarrassed when he was unconscious, he looked very handsome when he wielded the knife."
Nerves exploded, all the candidates started laughing, and Soshyan was surprised to hear himself laughing too.
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, he still has the courage to wield a sword even in the face of invincible power!"
Then he lightly kicked Rozim on the ground.
"Okay, stop pretending, get up."
Rozim shrank his neck and climbed up from the ground.
"Are you convinced?"
"Impressed."
"Just accept it, everyone! Come with me immediately, your trial will begin soon!"
The scenes of that year flashed in front of Soshiyang like a revolving lantern, and they are still vivid in his mind.
After a long silence, he sighed softly.
"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... let him down."
"It's not your fault that the transformation failed, it's just...sigh."
Soshyan stood up, walked to Rozim, and put his hand on the other person's shoulder.
"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. I just don't want me to look around you one day." At that time, I found that I was alone... Remember, we will always be brothers. No matter you are an Astartes or not, you should not be embarrassed by your past. The delicious food you cook nourishes the stomachs of all warriors. and souls, let them understand that there is a place called home in the dark galaxy."
With that said, Soshyan sat back in his chair and said with a smile:
"Remember the first time we met? That cafeteria fight."
Rozim 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 can never forget this matter."
Looking at Rozim's smiling face, Soshiyang's memory was 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, and several of them were fighting together, knocking over the wooden tables and spilling the hot porridge on the floor.
After asking, Soshyan found out 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 porridge. had food.
The key was that Rozim had a bad attitude and even blamed Axel for not having eyes.
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? They immediately started a one-on-one fight.
But this is not the worst thing. Soshyan was just called because the candidates had just been divided into teams, and he was the team leader. As for his team members——
Those are the three people who are struggling 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, jumped onto a bench, and used the table as a springboard.
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 earth of the hall floor.
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'm not full yet!!"
A muscular candidate whom Soshyan did not recognize stood up angrily, holding a spoon in his hand, and jumped over the table to attack him.
Soshyan 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 had reached a breaking point, and for no specific reason, bowls of porridge began to splash everywhere.
Benches were broken off by some candidates and used as makeshift weapons. The candidates turned on each other in anger, and everyone began to fight on their own.
Somehow, Soshyan suddenly heard that the greenskin had a behavior called big fuck.
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 Astra Militarum stations.
But their Astartes, this is a monastic fortress, the candidates can only overcome it with day after day prayer and meditation, but after all, they are not Astartes yet——
"Damn it."
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 hurriedly fell to the ground, barely avoiding a chair that flew over his head.
Then Soshyan kicked out his own foot without even looking at it. His attacker was kicked in the crotch and let out a high-pitched scream. Then he rolled away to avoid a boot kicked by someone. , found himself rolling under a table, briefly escaping from the whirlpool of the fight.
There was madness outside, roars, groans of pain filling the air, blood splattering 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 Rozim had also rolled under the table. The instigator of the big mess was now bruised and swollen, and he no longer had the prestige he had before.
