However, this battle, which was supposed to be a training battle in principle, turned into a bloody gladiatorial battle.
But it did not stop, because Soshyan remained silent.
"hiss……"
Farzad's head shook, and his previously sparkling eyes gradually became dull.
Before he could recover, Armin staggered him with a storm of fists, and he was knocked to the ground as he was spinning.
Suddenly, a wave of praise, shouts and laughter resounded throughout the training room.
These sounds ricocheted on the railings and were reflected by the roof, causing the entire compartment to vibrate with echoes. The recruits were all excited by the fierce battle.
This noisy sound was so deafening that it made the panicked footsteps of the surrounding servants blurry.
Armin was still attacking, and before Soshyan came over to separate them, he gave his opponent another bone-breaking uppercut.
His style is completely different from that of Farzad. He does not play tricks on his opponents, but will completely defeat them when given the chance. This is what Soshiyan wants to see.
If it were in actual combat, the relatively weak Armin would be able to survive longer than Farzad.
"enough."
Soshyan growled lowly, pulled Armin up from the staggering and dizzy Farzad, and threw him back to the other end of the room.
Even without the power armor, Soshyan was far stronger than any of them, let alone the one he was currently wearing.
"This is equipment training, not a fight!"
When Armin struggled to get up, Soshyan had already lifted Farzad against the wall, and the recruits who had been shouting before also fell silent.
At this moment, Armin felt pain all over his body, and blood dripped from his broken forehead, drawing a hot trail.
He felt exhausted and hurt all over, as if he had been severely injured, but he felt great.
Farzad on the other side has gained some consciousness, although his head is still hanging down and his eyes are blurred.
"This is so stupid!"
Soshyan is still roaring.
"You newcomers, do you want me to beat you to eliminate your stupidity? Your performance makes me very dissatisfied! If you were on the battlefield, you would die very quickly! And it would be a very shameful death!"
"Chapter Commander, we will strengthen training."
It was Ustad, the third squad leader, who spoke. Compared to the first two squad captains, he seemed a bit mediocre. The only reason Soshyan chose him was that he had served 10 years earlier than most recruits.
"I...I can still fight."
As he spoke, Farzad leaned against the wall as if he was drunk and spoke slowly.
Armin smiled and limped towards his opponent. After Soshyan looked at them both, he slapped the wall heavily.
"Take care of yourselves! Next time I want to see a more mature fight, so you must train hard!"
After saying that, Soshyan strode out of the training room, threw the mess to the three team captains, and left.
Before Farzad fell to the ground again, Armin grabbed him and lifted him up hastily.
"Like I said, I'm quick enough to deal with you."
Looking at the face in front of him that was also covered in blood, Farzad's vision was finally no longer blurry. The blood pouring out from the wound had already condensed and turned black.
Although he was very reluctant, he had to admit that he had indeed lost, due to his carelessness and arrogance.
He will take this lesson to heart.
"Just this once, my brother,"
Farzad grinned with effort, revealing a row of teeth soaked in blood.
"It won't happen again."
Armin also let out a low laugh, full of joyful joy, and then the two warriors clenched their right fists, and their bruised fingers were firmly clasped together.
Bloodshed is not a bad thing. The anger of being driven away from the monastery fortress and home planet has been suppressed in their hearts. A hearty fight can release this pressure.
Maybe they will still be competitors in the future, but in the intersection of sweat and blood, they also experience the precious brotherhood. After all, they control the future of the war group.
After hearing the laughter in the training room, Soshiyang secretly breathed a sigh of relief. At least things were developing well.
After leaving the training room, Soshyan came to the temporary armory built on the upper deck. The servitors at the door gave way to a path as he approached.
When the heavy gate opened, what caught Soshiyang's eyes was a row of polished bolters on the weapons rack. These were the stocks of the previous fortress armory, and some were weapons of fallen warriors in the World Engine Battle.
This part of the weapon is undergoing inspection and maintenance.
Higher up behind the weapon racks are racks for storing power armor. Quite a few of them are broken and worn. These are also recycled power armors that need to be repaired and reassembled.
And all of this fell on the shoulders of one person, Rico Rodriguez.
Soshyan passed through the weapons rack and came deeper into the armory, where a red figure was wandering around a behemoth. The servo arm on his body flashed a burst of electric sparks from time to time, touching the behemoth.
As if aware of someone approaching, the voice raised his back and turned his head.
"Chapter Commander, you are here."
"How about it."
Soshyan pointed at the big guy and asked in a serious tone.
It was a pair of Terminator armor, iron cavalry type, which was exactly what Fulo wore before. The Ultramarines found it from the ruins. Although it was dilapidated, it was still handed over to Soshiyan, along with it.
There are also the remains of three more Terminators.
Rico Rogris glanced back, then clicked his servo arm on the Terminator's abdomen, right leg, and left chest.
"Although the damage was serious, the key servo system was not damaged. This is the only thing to be thankful for. The position generator is also intact."
Soshyan could see that where he touched, those armor plates were newly attached.
"I replaced part of the metal fiber muscles and a small amount of transmission. These were removed from the other three pairs. Their servo systems were severely damaged and there is not much repair value anymore... At least my current one
The ability cannot be repaired."
As he said that, Li Ke Rogris sighed.
"I hope my crude craftsmanship didn't offend the machine spirit."
"You've done a great job."
Soshyan stepped forward, looked at the Terminator with obvious signs of repair, and recalled the sacrificed soldier.
"Chapter Master, do you want to try it? It is ready for use now."
As Rogris spoke, he pressed a button on the side. The Terminator's eyepiece immediately flashed, and then there was the buzzing sound of the server starting up.
"No, I'm not qualified to control it now."
Soshyan shook his head. This was not because he was modest, but because the Terminator was not like power armor. As long as the black carapace was transplanted, one could move freely after wearing it.
In fact, if you want to wear a terminator, you must first receive special training, otherwise even movement will be a problem.
Soshiyan has not received Terminator-related training, so he will not try it. After all, this is the only Terminator armor in the Chapter.