After supper, their day ends in a few hours in the meditation room.
Every seven days, they would gather in the church, and the minister Yazdan would come to preach to them in person, tell them the ancient legends of the war and legions, and use the great achievements of their predecessors to temper their hearts and wills.
As a day turns into a week, a week turns into a month, Jacob found himself becoming more and more accustomed to new characters and new positions. He knew the names of many people in the battle group, including some non-Satellite Marine characters, such as several important technical priests.
They even visited the screening ceremony of new candidates, most of these boys were said to have been brought from other places by the battle group, and like them, they had to undergo rigorous tempering and shaping, and many of them could not survive.
When viewing the whole process as a bystander, Jacob finally realized how lucky he was.
In addition to daily training, they also conduct regular practical drills. The venue is usually in a certain forest in Nassen 4. The drill is also very simple, which is to divide into two teams of red and blue to fight.
The first practical exercise was very new to Jacob and was very much looking forward to it. As a scout in the team, he quickly rushed through the dense forest, allowing green leaves to whip his face, and the plants broke under his knees.
During the sprint, he drew shortly by a stumble vine, knees on the ground, rolled forward over the fallen leaves, and hid behind a collapsed giant tree.
He heard some noises from the plants in front of him, lifted the leaves in front of his face, looked along the barrel of the pistol and fired a shot.
The bullet flew over the leaves and exploded, leaving a large ball of pigment on the unlucky guy's body.
"Fuck!"
The hit Red Party team member wailed, put his hand on his chest, pressed the button to leave the communication network, and then fell to the ground.
Jacob smiled with satisfaction. This was the third Red Team member he defeated in this training. He now completely forgot his scout duties and was only immersed in the strength he gained.
He even thought he could destroy all the enemy teams alone, and he enjoyed it and was very satisfied with it. His shooting skills have improved greatly through practice, just as Bahram told him.
"Next."
Jacob said softly, moving carefully, trying to find the next member of the Red Team.
"You're done, Jacob."
A voice came from behind, and Jacob turned around and wanted to raise his gun to defend himself, but it was too late.
Herbert stood there, his pistol had pointed at him, and then he sneered and pulled the trigger.
The next moment, the impact of the bullet knocked Jacob down, and a large ball of paint covered his training armor.
Jacob briefly considered ignoring the attacks he received and hit him back, but his sense of honor did not allow him to do so, perhaps because he knew that the officers were looking at him with floating cameras.
Then, he pressed the button on his chest in annoyance and took himself out of the communication network.
Herbert stared at him and hissed:
"Your team failed. While you were wandering, we deployed an ambush circle to let all your teammates who had lost their intelligence fall in. The one you just hit was just to pull out the bait you pulled out."
Jacob cursed, ignoring the other party's next words.
However, he was still very glad that Herbert fired only a paint bullet instead of a real bullet, and was wondering if there was a real bullet in the gun, would the other party pull the trigger so quickly.
At least their relationship is still very bad now, and the future should not be better.
Just as they walked out of the training ground, they saw the instructors gathered together, and in addition to that, there were some other people, some Space Marines wearing white armor.
"Everyone, gather now! The battle leader and the VIPs from the White Temple arrived!"
The whistle sounded, and all the recruits immediately gathered in the whole team, and not far away, Soshiyang and Randall pointed at them.
Randall and the White Temple team arrived at the Nesson Galaxy five days ago. Before coming here, he went to the flagship to take a look. Then the first thing he did when he came to Nesson IV was to pay a visit to Queen Elena.
After that, Soshiyan shared his layout and ideas in the Bracato galaxy with Randor, and received support from the other party. Relevant plans were also formulated for subsequent immigration and group relocation.
Then Soshiyan talked about the abandoned ship with Randall. The two sides exchanged views and came up with a plan to wait and see.
"...........221 people were successfully transformed this time. Such a high success rate is due to the newly developed potions, and there are 20 successful gray graft implanters. Look at these young men, how energetic."
Soshyan proudly introduced the results of this recruit transformation to Randall, and he was ecstatic when he got this data.
This completely made up for the damage caused by the first thirty years of the battle group.
However, Armin and others also reported that the knowledge crown has some flaws and cannot completely replace manual teaching, but these are all small problems.
Randall nodded as he looked at the gathering recruits and said with a smile:
"Yes, they are all great guys."
"I want to draw a part of it to your battle group."
"Haha, OK, as long as you can bear to let me go, there will be no problem."
After the recruits gathered, Soshyan and Randall walked up to the platform and looked at them.
His face was filled with pride, reflected in Jacob's heart, and in the expressions of all the recruits present.
For Jacob, this was his last witness of the heroic figure of the commander of the battle. Through the knowledge, he learned everything that happened to the Knights of the Astral Realm. In some ways, the person in front of him was not only the creator of the battle, but also the creator of the legion. The knowledge engine described him as "father of recreation", and his worship of him was deeply engraved in the minds of every recruit. Soshiyan didn't know that someone secretly added these to the knowledge engine.
"You have done a great job, learned to teach you everything, and lived through trials that are only prepared for a very small number of people, and you can be proud of it."
As he spoke, Soshiyang changed his mind.
"But you should not be too proud, because everything you learn here should point to the same truth, that the life of a space warrior is a long trial, and a warrior fails in this trial in many ways, and he may become cowardly, unable to comply with his duties, or fall into mistakes and sins, and he may have a little bit of personal doubt or hatred..."
For some reason, Jacob felt that the commander of the war was looking at him directly when he said this.
He is not sure.
"...or a little weakness! Let those demonic enemies penetrate into his soul and corrupt him! We will never forget that these happened in some battle groups. Those fallen warriors were once powerful people in many senses, even stronger than us, but they were still degenerate! Therefore, you must remember that while we fight on the physical level, we are also fighting on the spiritual level with the great enemy, and our belief in the Emperor and Mission is our shield!"
"You must never forget the meaning of this long, tested life! After that, you will serve the body, consciousness and soul in all ways and at all times, all the time, the empire and humanity, as it is when you are alive and after death."
Jacob raised his chest, and he felt that this was the most proudest time in his life.