Chapter 135 Small Favors

Sigismund held the helmet in his left hand, freeing his dark blond hair and sapphire blue eyes from behind the iron helmet, and like the other warriors of the Imperial Fist, welcomed the freshness of the Invite camp that was weakened by heavy wind protection measures. Cold wind.

This camp was not a settlement in vertical pits, nor in the long tunnels carved out by generations of Inwit deep in the ice. Just on the surface of the earth, surrounding the fortress of the Gene Father, someone braved strong winds and blizzards to open up a temporary base large enough for tens of thousands of Astartes to live at an astonishing speed, serving as an unusual welcome ceremony. opening ceremony.

One of the people who built the base was wearing a yellow and black striped ceramite armor, standing in front of Sigismund and several other warriors who were newly named "Imperial Fists".

The facial contour of this man is somewhat similar to the deep faces of southern Europeans in Sigismund's memory. Although the facial lines still have the sharpness of a young newcomer, the details of his expression have the stability of a mature warrior.

He seems to be the perfect combination of attack power and self-control, a sheathed steel sword, or an indestructible stubborn boulder.

Over time, the person in front of him will undoubtedly become a very important commander in this legion, and he will create his preset battlefield like a blacksmith forging his work - this can be seen from the current experience of this warrior who has been fighting for less than a year. status is foreseen.

"Welcome, warriors of the Imperial Fists, I am Barabas Dantioch, the current captain of the Fourth Squadron of the Fourteenth Battalion."

The warrior spoke calmly, his words were as sharp and powerful as steel hitting armor.

"Today I will lead you to visit the camp where you will live during the upcoming engineering tasks. In the future, the repairs of the camp here will be the responsibility of the Imperial Fists, and the Iron Warriors will no longer get involved too much."

"Engineering mission?" Sigismund asked, asking the confusion of several soldiers who were grouped together.

"Didn't your primarch explain it?"

"The first mission is an engineering mission, we know that." Sigismund said. He believed that every Seventh Legion soldier who jumped out of the transport plane carrying a buzzing chain sword, when receiving the first mission, They were all more or less taken aback. "But the specific tasks have not yet been issued."

"Perhaps the original body is assigning tasks." Dantioch said, maybe the corners of his mouth were raised, or maybe it was just part of his habitual expression. "In any case, you are going to participate in a great project. This project will It will undoubtedly add to the great cause of our Primarch and the Lord of Mankind, and become a testament to the honor that cannot be ignored in the entire expedition."

There was a slight ripple among the Imperial Fists warriors. The expressions of the Astartes unknowingly became more solemn, and the beating of their hearts became more powerful due to the new prospects.

This reminded Dantioch of how his fellow warriors, inspired by a battalion commander, enthusiastically devoted themselves to their first engineering project - digging deep into the moist soil of a conquered planet. Tunnel.

Although he still considers their achievements necessary and honorable, his tireless and high-spirited state at that time seems a bit naive in retrospect.

He recalled the battalion commander's preaching process at that time, and walked forward with these soldiers who knew nothing about what they would face.

"In my opinion, construction and battlefield are almost the same thing," Dantioch said. "We move materials to where they should be, and the object of the struggle is the opposition of the laws of physics, layout, execution, and compliance with the laws of physics. Follow the commander’s orders and do your job.”

"But there is also a difference between a construction site and a battlefield. On the battlefield, we count the fortresses captured and the enemies killed. Our honor comes to us the moment we put down our guns."

"However, the construction site is different. Here, our honor is integrated into every brick and stone, sealed and covered up. It is not until humans enter our building that the honor is gradually revealed from the building. In exchange, this honor For a longer time, as long as there are still people living in it, and even as long as the building still stands on the earth, our glory will not fade. "

Dantioch brought out his excellent battlefield acumen and used it without hesitation to observe the Cousin Legion. He found that when honor was mentioned, even the dark-blond Astartes warriors at the front of the team would look more serious, so he emphasized the glory they would gain, and inspired the Primarchs with an attitude that was close to humor. The drive of these new warriors.

"Here," Dantioch opened a curtain and motioned for the warriors to look inside. "Your place of residence."

The Iron Warriors provided their cousins ​​with everything they needed to live as an Astartes, and more than they expected. The dormitory, which looks ordinary iron gray from the outside, is equipped with simple but complete furniture, including wooden beds, wardrobes, desks and chairs.

The Iron Warriors even laid sewage pipes and hot water supplies to ensure that each camp had its own separate place to clean itself in the ice and snow - even if this was not a direct need for the Astartes.

"The heater will heat up automatically when you return from work, don't touch it. In addition, I will take you to the training room later. The library is temporarily empty and will be filled by Invites and yourselves. The cafeteria is open all day, But don’t go outside of the main meal, otherwise all you’ll get is mediocre milkshakes and cookies, and maybe nuts.”

The Imperial Fists looked at each other in surprise. They could hardly imagine how this legion, which had survived to this day with an attitude similar to asceticism and was prepared to endure hardships before arriving at the snow-covered Invit, could live normally in such a good environment.

The eyes of several warriors looking at Dantioch had become eager and warm, but Dantioch had heard that Rogal Dorn had said bluntly when he first met the legion that "Perturabo is an extremely noble Primarch", and he felt that the emotion of these cousins ​​was related to this matter.

Dantioch lowered the curtain and led the Imperial Fists to continue along the road.

At this time, Rogal Dorn's fortress could be seen from a distance. After Perturabo's embellishment, the fortress had several exquisite golden eagles and simple and majestic golden lines overnight. Against the background of the seemingly innocuous bald snow peaks in the back, only brilliance and perseverance could be described.

"The palace of your Primarch," Dantioch said, pointing to the fortress, "maybe it will also be your future work goal. At least our own father allowed us to build some huts for him to stay on various planets."

Now the breathing of the Imperial Fists collectively became heavy. The sense of honor of serving mortals may be more driven by rational thinking, but serving the Primarch is undoubtedly a glory that can be known without thinking. As long as they think that the bricks that the Primarch will touch may be laid by their own hands, the desire to go to the construction immediately is so strong that these ascetics can hardly resist.

Want to start working. Dantioch read this line of text on the faces of the Imperial Fists warriors.

"There are always things more magnificent than us in the world." Sigismund said.

Dantioch met his eyes. "Your achievements will be recorded in history."

"Our achievements," Sigismund said, his tone was much calmer than Dantioch expected. "Everything we participated in, not our names and images. What will be recorded is the changes in Inwit, which is part of the present era."

He paused: "But I thank the Iron Warriors for everything they have done."

"Duty." Dantioch said, "May I ask your name?"

"Sigismund." The warrior replied, "Please continue to show us the camp, Barabas Dantioch."

"More than just the camp." Dantioch continued walking, "Later, the Inwit people will take you to see the residential areas and ice tunnels that will be changed by you, and then distribute engineering equipment. There is no night on this side of Inwit, so today will be long."