Chapter 310 The Rise of the Primarch: Faith and War

The black car was driving on the avenue. Anguwa was holding the steering wheel and driving the car on the road in the middle of the military column. The eyes of the Grand Master of the Tribunal looked out the window. He looked at the high wall on the side of the car. Young students marching past.

These young men and women all wear the same military uniforms, breastplates, and helmets as those of the Astra Militarum. The only difference is that their clothes are black and the breastplates are silver. The contrasting colors can be easily seen at a glance. Their identities were revealed, but this obviously did not affect their mood.

In fact, the morale of the students is quite high. On both sides of the road, groups of students are marching in formation. Soldiers carry guns and walk with their heads held high. They sing high-spirited songs in unison and march on Walking in neat steps, their young command squad company captain led the way.

Behind the company captain, the flag-bearer carried a red flag, depicting the proud symbol of Zhongji Academy. It was a glorious military emblem belonging to the loyal and proud soldiers of the empire. The flag was carried by the man with a sunny face and a smile on his face, following On the shoulders of the soldiers who sang with their comrades, the red flag drooped down, leading the team in the direction.

The student company passed by the car. The leading company commander raised his arms and saluted in the car when he passed by the car window. Anguwa looked at the student with a smile. He knew that the military salute was not for him, but for those around him. Lieutenant General Nasimov Vronshilov, the dean of the Zhongsi Academy, was in the passenger seat.

Dean Nassimov saluted the company commander from the passenger seat. The latter lowered his arms with a bright smile and walked at the front of the team with his head held high. The young soldiers behind him were all carrying laser guns. , waving her arms and walking neatly behind him, her high-spirited singing echoing between the high walls.

"It seems that the morale of the students is very good. They don't need to use poor eloquence like political commissar students, shouting all kinds of slogans mixed with emperor and loyalty." Angwa looked at the students on both sides. They walked past each other in formations on both sides, mixed with advancing Chimera personnel carriers and trucks.

Nasimov looked at them and let out a long sigh, "Yes, their morale is high. When the news of a possible war in Terra came, each of these children became more excited than the other."

"It's understandable, recruits. They have been studying within the high walls of the academy for many years. The senior students came here when they were five or six years old. Now more than ten years have passed, and they can't wait to get it. Take up arms and fight against the bastards who betrayed the Emperor."

Angwa looked at a female student walking by. Her black hair was tied into a tall braid. A black raincoat was draped over her body. A laser sniper rifle was placed on her shoulder. Along with her Up and down with the pace.

There are many female students around her, including loyal students and the imperial army, but men and women are equal. All people, all loyalists, have the obligation and responsibility to take up arms and destroy the emperor's enemies that threaten the empire.

Believe me, don't underestimate these girls. They are absolutely no less than any warrior you have ever seen. If you speak rudely to them or question whether they, as women, can afford guns and knives, they will be happy to do so. Let me show you the proof. Although some parts of your body may hurt for a while or a long time after looking at it, it depends on what you say.

The judge looked at the female soldiers walking past. They carried laser guns on their shoulders and marched in the queue with military boots in neat and loud steps. "Humph, it seems that they are very confident and proud. You did a good job Naxi." Moff, you have managed this place well over the years.”

"They, and they are not ready yet, Angwa, they are not ready to go to the battlefield." Nasimov sat in the passenger seat. He leaned on the car door and looked out the window at the young people passing by one by one. They are full of energy and morale, and their confident expressions leave no doubt that they will fearlessly take up arms and fight to the death against the demons and demons of the subspace when the Chaos army descends on the planet.

But high morale does not mean victory. Morale is important, but it is not the absolute factor that determines the outcome of the battle. Experience is. Every veteran who survives, those veterans who can make the Emperor proud of them, They all must have quite a lot of combat experience.

They are elite soldiers who have fought in countless battles. Even if they are short of weapons and ammunition, they can still rely on their excellent combat experience to achieve unexpected victories. It is the talent and experience that have been tempered in countless bloody battles, and these, in There are no students with high morale here yet.

"They are not ready yet. These children know nothing about war. They only know about the enemies of Chaos from books and word of mouth from instructors." Nasimov said on the side, in front of his eyes Driving past a Chimera, the commander was chatting with the shooter sitting on the turret.

There are no traces of dirt on the faces of the young armored crew members. Their uniforms are not soaked by sweat or diesel. Their hair is neatly combed, fully complying with all the most standard military appearance regulations of the Imperial Astra Militarum. That was the look that a group of new recruits would have, and only new recruits would have.

"They are the future of the empire. Each of them should become an officer, commander, or judge of your Inquisition, arbitrator of the Ministry of Justice, or captain of the navy. They should not die here."

"The war is coming, Nassimov. These children have no choice, and none of us have any. No one in today's empire has a choice." Angvar said, driving a car in the middle of the military column, and the black car shuttled through the long The road inside the high wall and the turning intersections.

Angwa drove a car through the intersection. Standing in the middle of the road with a laser gun on his back, a young student holding two command flags waved a red flag and directed the surrounding armored vehicles and tanks to move forward. When he saw the black car After arriving and seeing Nassimov among them, they immediately waved their flags and opened a path for the dean of the college.

The car passed by on the road beside him. The young man grabbed the two flags with one hand and then stood at attention and saluted the dean. The latter looked at the young and confident soldier with a smile on his face and nodded to him sadly.

Angwa looked at the young people outside the window. His face had entered his old age, and he was still powerful and would not let anyone doubt that he had become weak and old, but his eyes were full of uneasiness and worry. I am worried about the future of my children, and I am also worried about the future of this empire.

Angwa glanced at the dean of the college. He could see his worry. The judge smiled and let go of one hand holding the steering wheel and patted his shoulder, "Don't worry, everything will change. Radical change, hope has been restored to the Empire."

"Change? Angwa, does this have anything to do with the person you are taking me to meet?" "You will know, old friend, you will know soon."

Anguwa retracted his hand, held the steering wheel again and drove forward. The black car passed through the group of students. They soon arrived at a training ground. The high wall on one side was opened, and a hollow Behind the wall is a large training ground connected by slopes.

Young trainees are training here, shooting and tactical coordination. The infantrymen advance and shoot quickly under the leadership of the instructors. The stormtrooper team moves quickly inside and outside the modular building built in the distance. They quickly rope from the roof. Descend and jump into the window of the building with the laser gun on your back.

Under the building, the Chimera armored personnel carrier roared past. While the armored vehicle was driving, teams of soldiers quickly poured out of the rear gate. They were well-trained and well-organized and immediately picked up their weapons and dispersed. Battle formation.

The roaring Chimera passed by the avenue, and on the road inside the high wall next to it, a black car drove by Angvar quickly. They passed under the high walls and domes of Tadashi Academy, Soon we arrived at the center of the entire academy.

Angwa parked the car in front of the tall main hall building. The huge black hall stood in front of him. Its surface made of steel and concrete was extremely solid. At its high top, there was a huge Imperial Sky Eagle. Towering there, spreading its wings and soaring across the skies of Terra's palace.

Huge flags fell from the walls on both sides. After Anguva opened the car door and walked out, Nasimov quickly followed and stepped out of the car. He stood in front of the huge hall in the center and looked at it in surprise. To Anguwa opposite the car door.

"Is the person you want me to see here? In the main castle?" "Yes, to be precise, he is waiting for you in your office. Come on, I think we have kept you waiting for too long."

Angvar said and closed the car door. He straightened his collar and quickly walked up the stairs in front of him. Nasimov looked at Angvar and tilted his head in surprise, but he quickly shrugged and followed. .

They walked up the stairs, and the two senior students who came down from the top stood at attention and saluted Nassimov. The latter nodded to them and then followed Angvar's steps upward. They walked up the stairs. Walking up the towering steps from the gate of the main castle where people come and go, you enter the core part of Zhongji Academy.

Obviously, Nassimov knows this place very well. As the dean of Zhongsi College for half a century, he knows every corridor, every side courtyard and every step of his college very well. He also knows the intricate classrooms here. Lecture hall and indoor training ground.

Soon, Nasimov led Angvar through the students and countless complex structures in the entire hall, and arrived at the door of the college dean's office high up in the fortress.

After the two of them walked up the stairs, they walked along the red carpet in the center of the road, with the portraits of the previous presidents of Zhongsi Academy hanging on both sides. There were many portraits. After all, Zhongsi Academy has been open for thousands of years, and the previous presidents portraits lined the entire long corridor.

But soon, they walked through the long corridor and arrived at the magnificent domed hall at the end. They bypassed the tall statue of an angel holding a sword standing in the center and arrived at the door behind it.

There was an officer sitting in front of the brown-red double door. He was sitting behind the table in front of the door. There was a table of documents in front of him. He was reviewing the documents on it to sort out and summarize those documents. It deserves the attention of the dean of the college and the review and approval of the documents.

He looked at the documents in front of him seriously, picked up the tea cup and was about to take a sip, when he heard footsteps approaching. The young officer raised his head and immediately noticed the dean of the college walking towards him. He immediately put down the tea cup and stood up to go to The dean salutes.

"Dean Nassimov."

"Good morning, Charles. I heard that someone is waiting for me in my office." Nassimov walked to the table and gave Charles a simple salute. The young lieutenant looked at the door in surprise. He didn't I needed to look at the appointment list I had on hand to know something was wrong.

"No one has an appointment to see you now, Dean, I remember it very clearly, and I have been sitting here all the time, no one can avoid me to go in."

Charle said affirmatively, Nakhimov turned his head to look at Angwa who was walking up beside him, the latter smiled softly and looked at the young lieutenant in front of him with his hands behind his back, "Believe me, kid, he can go anywhere he wants, no one can stop him, if he wants to see Dean Nakhimov, then he will definitely see him."

Angwa said and looked at Nakhimov beside him, nodded and motioned him to go forward and open the door, the latter looked at the door after a moment of silence, but soon walked up, he walked past Charles, and walked to the brown-red door under the eyes of the young lieutenant.

Nakhimov held the door handle, he pressed down and pushed the door open, the double doors quickly opened inwards and revealed the office behind it, Nakhimov looked at his desk, the rotating chair behind the wide desk was facing away from him, but he knew that there was indeed someone sitting on it now.

The man leaned one hand on the armrest, and the hand that was turning the pen was exposed. He turned the pen and then held it in his hand. The man's head turned back slightly, and then slowly turned the office chair.

Nakhimov looked at the man on the chair. He sat on the office chair and smiled at Nakhimov. The pen in his hand was held in his hand like a dagger. He turned the tip of the pen and leaned on the chair to look at Nakhimov at the door. The neon light outside the French window at the back of the office shone from behind him, covering him and the entire table and chair in the light.

"Hello, Dean Nakhimov, nice to meet you."

"Who are you?" Nakhimov frowned and asked the man, who smiled and stood up from the chair. After he stood up, the light shone from behind him. He stood in the halo, like a god descending to the world.

He hummed for a while, then put his hands behind his back, "Well, your ancestor?"