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 certainly looked similar.
They were all taller and stronger than mortals, and all wore silver-grey armor that sometimes made them look more like machines than people.
Jacob comes to realize, though, that they were all once people like him, knowing that each of them had survived everything he'd 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 it a thousand times if you need to, but keep practicing because one day your life and that of your comrades will depend on 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. It was obvious that the other party had no time to pay attention to him.
Jacob closed one eye, took a deep breath, and pulled the trigger on the exhale.
Again. The bomb flew past its target and into the wall.
Jacob let out a long sigh, he needed a lot of practice.
But during a break in training, an accident happened.
"Oh my god——"
Jacob looked down at the corpse in front of him. He didn't know this man, but he knew his name, Meren 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, partly to rest and partly to let them practice how to clean their firearms.
Mellen was sitting twenty meters away from Jacob, who 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 ordered that the magazine must be removed!"
Bahram on the side looked at it more carefully and then said:
"He didn't even push the safety catch in."
"How could you make such a stupid mistake?"
"Sir, I think it might be—"
Bahram stopped mid-sentence, and then the two looked at each other, and their expressions made Jacob guess that they were both 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 is not yet fully 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 is like this.
There has always been a big difference between knowing the theory and being able to put it into practice.
"I'll report this to the Chapter Master 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.
In addition, the instructors also strengthened the practical training of existing knowledge and emphasized their personal experience, rather than just letting the recruits get everything from the crown of knowledge.
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 rumor has it that those around him suddenly felt unusually cold when he fell, and that the dead man's skin was covered in a layer of frost.
Jacob couldn'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 seemed to be just like him. "special.
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 was so much 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 hooking up to the engines while his body digested the food, more knowledge flooded into his mind, along with unquestionable admiration for the Legion and the Emperor.
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 was either doing physical training, practicing hand-to-hand combat, or endlessly training to use his new weapon.
Every few days, they will go to an environmental room to simulate some alien environments that are not available on Nathan IV, where they can practice combat discipline and survival methods in special environments.
After that, they will go to the recruits' mess for dinner and listen to the story of the legendary Uncle Rozim - it is said that he is also an ancient warrior who just stopped in the last few stages of transformation surgery, but this It does not affect his status in the war group.
And the food he makes is indeed delicious and can quickly relieve the recruits from 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 With a black sword, he stands as tall as a mountain!"
Rozim, wearing a chef's hat and a dirty apron tied around his waist, 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 from time to time.
"As soon as it came out, it waited for the sun to glance at its eyes, and let out 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, and at the speed of a rocket, That’s what it is, 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!"
"Aren't you stubborn? Are you stubborn? I raced against the champion of the Black Legion...! It didn't even catch up with me!"
I have to admit that Rozim's story is very dramatic, but Jacob never took it seriously.
After all, what can a chef have seen?
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
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Next month will be a key turning point in the plot of this book. What is the purpose of the Dark Eldar finding the protagonist? What secrets and threats are hidden in the space hulk? Where will Veronica and Soshyan go? What fate will Talos face as his time is approaching? What new moves will the organization hidden in the dark side of the empire make?
Everything will be updated in April!
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