Chapter 2 Among Peers

"So, you brought him back?"

After waking up, Aldrin and Kasin sat side by side in a corner of the rear cabin of the assault boat.

Calvin, who was still unconscious and shackled, lay at his feet.

In this agricultural world with twice the standard gravity, he could still grow to a height of more than 1.9 meters and a weight of more than 100 kilograms.

In terms of physical talent alone, Calvin can be said to be one in a million.

And this is precisely one of the reasons why Kasin, who is not wearing power armor, dislikes him the most. After all, it took her a lot of effort to move this bear cub to the Thunderhawk.

The Thunderhawk assault boat is not noisy when it is not performing assault missions. There is no other sound in the quiet cabin except the uniform hum of the engine.

But in contrast to this quiet environment, the communication between the two nun captains is very "warm".

People have the desire to communicate, and the Sisters of Silence are no exception.

There are also gossips between the Sisters of Silence, but after taking the vow of silence, they can only communicate in sign language.

And this way of communication has some natural concealment and exclusivity.

Don't believe it? Now it is:

"So, you just brought him back?"

"What else? His psychic power has obviously awakened. Letting it go is a blasphemy to our duties!"

"My sister Kasin, look at the ring on his hand. This is a noble! The planetary governor and the Senate will ask us to make a reasonable explanation."

"So what? Sister Aldrin! We are the claws of the emperor, we have no obligation to explain our actions to mortals!"

"But, the old emperor has been asleep for a long time... Without his blessing, we can't arrest a noble at will, let alone bring unnecessary pressure to the lady."

"The actions of the Sister of Silence do not need to be explained to anyone! We have always been responsible only to the Emperor!"

"But your damaged armor needs it...

The weapon without bullets in your hand also needs it..."

"Gu~~"

Sister Kasin, who felt a little aggrieved, was speechless and had to turn her head away. Especially after the stomach made an inopportune sound...

"Look, your hungry stomach also looks like it needs..."

Sister Aldeline, who was still a little depressed, did not miss this opportunity and added the last blow quietly.

…………

Jiang Wen had a very long dream.

He dreamed that he graduated from college, joined the army, was promoted, and got married.

Then he was injured in a military exercise.

He could not stay in the army he loved and had to choose to transfer to civilian work.

The procedures for leaving the team were completed quickly, and the procedures for transferring to civilian work would not be too slow.

The night before leaving, he and the regiment commander, who was also his old squad leader, sat in the dormitory, drinking 2 kilograms of white liquor and crying to each other all night...

The next day, the division chief of staff who came from the military headquarters to retain people after a meeting and was also his old company commander gave him another choice: the logistics staff of the army at the plateau training ground.

Although he didn't want to trouble his old leader, what could he do in society with that disabled leg?

The high pension does not make him worry about his life.

But a young man who is less than 30 years old and full of vigor and vitality, should he retire early?

This is equivalent to announcing the death of his life...

Staying in the training ground, although there is no chance to return to the front line.

But at least, he can still see the place where he once shed sweat every day - the place where he tried countless times to break through the limit, the unit where he once dreamed of blowing the horn company battalion!

In the dream, Jiang Wen accepted this job and worked for 30 years.

From youth to old age, from young Jiang to old Jiang, from squad leader to old squad leader.

When the recruits of that year retired and transferred to civilian jobs, no one knew him anymore.

Old Jiang became old Jiang, and even the word "old squad leader" could not be heard.

The recruits who often went to the shooting range for rotation training knew that there was an old man Jiang in the shooting range who was smiling all day and was particularly kind.

Every new recruit who just joined the company and was on night duty for the first time was looking forward to the chicken soup that Lao Jiang would bring to the night guard as usual. It was so delicious...

Lao Jiang was always smiling during the day, as if nothing could stump him.

The new recruits were also willing to complain to Lao Jiang, who didn't tell tales, about the difficulty of training and their own inner thoughts.

But who knows how much Lao Jiang envied these new recruits behind their backs...

Who knows how many times Lao Jiang's eyes wet when he fell asleep looking at his lame leg every night...

15 years passed in a flash, and Lao Jiang had retired long ago.

Lao Jiang in the retirement home was still smiling all day long. Among the stubborn old soldiers, he was the easiest to talk to.

But he knew in his heart that he had never changed.

His heart, which was willing to defend his country, had never cooled down.

In the blink of an eye, another 10 years had passed.

The 75-year-old Lao Jiang was finally in bad shape.

In his last moments, his wife and children were standing outside the ICU window.

He struggled to open his eyes, and he saw his wife and children anxiously worried outside the window.

He had a harmonious family and filial children in his life.

In theory, he should not have any regrets.

But he just refused to accept it!

He lived a simple life, and he never thought about achieving success in the secular sense.

He really just wanted a chance to defend his country!

Jiang Wen, who was having more and more difficulty breathing, knew that his time was running out.

The doctor asked his family members to come in and wait for his last words, but he was already satisfied enough to say nothing to his family.

But when he saw his comrades who came to see him off, he still tried his best to squeeze out his last breath from his dry lungs:

"Kill!!!"

No matter how long the journey is, there is an end.

After a 40-minute voyage, the nuns finally arrived at the starting point of their mission: a black spaceship docked in orbit and flying synchronously - the Wandering Band.

"Kill!!!!"

"Bang!"

The heavy imperial boots made a "friendly" contact with the young man's head.

Jiang Wen, who had just woken up, fainted again...

Apparently, Sister Kassin, whose mood was greatly affected by the advice of her predecessors, was a little too harsh on the source of the trouble.

But no matter which universe, ladies always have some small privileges in this regard.

So the naval staff who came to help with the transportation tacitly chose to ignore this small episode.

It's definitely not because of the 22.5mm bolter or something, absolutely!

The glorious and heroic Imperial Navy is fearless even when facing the evil god!

How could it succumb to this "small" threat of force?

As for the precision power sword and the Calgar flamethrower, let alone!

Therefore, it is necessary to emphasize again here: the heroic Imperial Navy will never bow to violence!

………………

The gate of the hangar slowly closed.

As the gravity and air pressure in the deck quickly recovered, Kasin, who had just walked down from the Thunder Eagle, saw the clerk who had been waiting by the hangar:

A newly sworn nun Natasha Goncharova.

"The lady ordered me to inform you to go to her office on the first floor of the church behind the bridge. She is waiting for you there." said the clerk.

"I will obey your order. So, what about him?" After Kasin finished the Sky Eagle Salute, he kicked Jiang Wen at his feet again.

"Send him to the cell first and wait for the nest to transmit his basic information.

According to the procedure, there will be further purity tests waiting for him.

If there is no problem, after the classification report comes out, the lady will decide his next destination."

"Okay, let's go first"...

Jiang Wen, or Calvin. He regained consciousness not long after being kicked unconscious.

The ability to resist blows brought by his strong body like a bear in this life and the tenacious will trained by the high-intensity training in the front-line troops for many years in the previous life made his quick awakening seem natural.

Calvin squinted his eyes and observed the surrounding environment. He needed to pretend to be unconscious to buy as much time as possible to recover his ability to move, while waiting for the servitor to unlock his shackles.

The light and long breathing and the gentle heartbeat made the servitor who carried him and the naval officer who guarded him relax their vigilance.

The subtle twitching of his limbs that was so light that it was invisible meant that he was trying to get familiar with this body that he took over 14 years late as soon as possible.

Perhaps in the next moment, Calvin, who found an opportunity to attack suddenly, would have a chance to grab a weapon.

The pistol-like thing on the waist of the naval officer who was one step away from Calvin looked pretty good.

Although this thing in front of him was two times bigger than the pistol in his previous life, and it was full of unfamiliar technology.

But compared with Jiang Wen, who was less than 1.8 meters tall in his previous life, Calvin has also upgraded his rifles to cannons, right?

The key points of this thing are nothing more than a few, switch, safety, trigger, that's all. If it doesn't work, it can be used as a hammer with this weight, right? Probably?

The naval officer who had been silent all the time took out a tobacco-like thing and lit it after watching the two nuns leave, and then relaxed and leaned against the container behind him.

After he slowly blew a puff of smoke, he said to Calvin who was still lying on the ground pretending to be dead:

"Okay, young man, I learned how to pretend to faint when I first participated in the naval physical training. If I were you, I would get up by myself and let those two mechanical servants who were about to fall apart go."

"Fuck! I met a colleague!"