Looking at the expression on Zod's face, Soshyan knew that he just lowered his head, but his soul did not lower his head.
He walked up to Yazdan and said a few words. The priest nodded and turned to leave the church. Soshyan turned to Zod and continued:
"You only see brothers, but not comrades. Your company commander may know that at the most difficult moment of the Star Knights, there were only thirty-four of us, thirty-four brothers. If nothing happens, these three
The fourteen recruits who survived the disaster will soon be swallowed up by the dark galaxy. No matter how great the mission and power we shouldered at the time, it was difficult to change this until we met Instructor Sol."
Soshyan paused for a moment, then pulled out the sword from his waist and held a standard sword flower in the air.
"Most of the people present, including me, have received swordsmanship instruction from Instructor Thor. I think as long as you are not particularly stupid, you should be able to guess that Instructor Thor is from the Third Legion. He is a son of the Emperor.
The company commander, and a member of the Royal Court Blade."
Then he sheathed the sword.
"But does this affect your ability to learn and use the sword skills he teaches? Answer me, Zod."
Zod immediately replied in a low voice:
"It doesn't affect."
"So on the battlefield, can you completely trust Instructor Saul?"
"Can."
"Why?"
"because--"
Zod was speechless for a moment, and then replied with a hint of embarrassment:
"He is our instructor and a senior we must respect."
"Even if he is not our blood relative?"
"Even if it's not."
"Then it seems you understand these principles."
Soshyan withdrew his gaze and turned to look at the eagle emblem representing the empire and the statue of the emperor in the center of the church.
"I think you should also know why the Astral Knights can recover from the tragic situation of only thirty-four people to the current situation. It is precisely because we can abandon the prejudice of blood and fight side by side with the descendants from other gene fathers.
What can gain advantage and victory in adversity and bloody battles, and maintain the existence of the Astral Knights and even the Undead Army, is far more than blood, but tolerance and ideals. Oscar, I hope you can understand this, the truth of the Undead Army
It has long been destroyed. Although we are rebuilding it, the rebuilt Undead Army is no longer the same thing as the original army. The only similarity is blood, because we have no inheritance of any culture or tradition. We are not in the past.
We rebuilt a house on the ruins according to the original drawings. We laid the foundation on the flat ground by ourselves, designed the drawings by ourselves, and stacked it brick by brick. It is now the 41st millennium, and the galaxy and the empire have changed drastically. It is impossible for us to build it again.
A 30,000-year-old legion.”
Oscar took a deep breath, knelt down on one knee, and then raised his head to look at the statue of the emperor.
"This incident is all my fault, and I am willing to accept any punishment, Chapter Leader."
But Soshyan did not look back at him, but looked at Zod.
"What's more, if we judge by blood, then all of us here are traitors, and the Eleventh Legion is even more guilty than the Eighth Legion."
Zod glanced at Soshyan, then knelt down on one knee.
"I am willing to bear any punishment for my words and deeds, Chapter Master."
But Soshyan ignored him and looked at Li Lin.
"Li Lin, what a soldier should really show is his wisdom and strength, not his tongue. We can ridicule the enemy because the enemy deserves it, but should we be more tolerant and friendly to our comrades?"
Li Lin coughed dryly, touched his nose, glanced at Talos secretly, and finally knelt down on one knee.
"I was wrong, Chapter Leader, and I am willing to accept the punishment."
"I retain the 11th Company because I hope that the Eighth Legion's original correct concept of bringing the guilty to the punishment they deserve can be inherited, because I do not judge people's positions based on their blood, but I also do not want you to be isolated from the Legion. In the past
Countless experiences and lessons tell us that isolation will not bring any benefits. It is not difficult to let other comrades know you and get in touch with you properly. Isn't Bahram an example?"
After saying that, Soshyan glanced at Bahram, but said nothing, and finally returned to Oscar.
"Oscar, I have high expectations for you, because you can unite the brothers around you, but you also need to make yourself more tolerant and avoid letting pride become a stumbling block to your actions."
Oscar lowered his head and hissed:
"Legion Commander, I have let you down and brought shame to the Chapter. I request to resign from the title of Centurion."
"It's not just a title, it's a responsibility."
After saying that, Soshyan turned to look at the pastor, Yazdan, who had returned from the side door, and nodded slightly. Then the pastor gently tapped the side of the pulpit with his scepter.
With a crisp knocking sound, the church door opened, and a large group of technical priests and servitors walked in. Most of them were holding brand-new armor parts, two were jointly "carrying" a shield, and some were holding wrapped armor.
Among the ornaments in the silk, the last one is a heavy-duty servitor, which holds a silver-grey flag high. In the center of the flag is a skull with its face raised, surrounded by flames, and holding a sword in its mouth.
After all the servitors were in place, Soshyan looked at Oscar.
"Sergeant Oscar, your career in the Third Company is commendable. The soldiers around you and your company commander Farzad all praise your tactical thinking and willpower. Coupled with your outstanding combat skills,
I made this decision."
As he spoke, he opened his palm and stretched it out to the other person.
"Get up."
"I--"
Oscar was stunned, and after a while he gently held Soshyan's hand and stood up.
"You all should get up too."
After everyone stood up, Soshiyang said in a deep voice:
"I hereby appoint you, Sergeant Oscar Herman, as the command commander of the newly created Fifth Company Incinerators."
Under the gaze of everyone, the servitor took off Oscar's training uniform. Amidst the incense and chanting, the technical priests used the mechanical arms behind them to place the brand-new Seiko Power Armor on Oscar's body piece by piece, and attached it to it.
Apply the Seal of Loyalty and the Coat of Arms, then hang the cloak around his shoulders.
After that, Soshyan picked up the square shield. In the center of the shield was a long sword wrapped in flames. There were complex patterns and some scratches around it. There was also a complete palm bone embedded at the top.
"It's called the Shield of Devotion. It was once used by a captain in the legion era. He died in a battle with the greenskins and did not let go of the shield until his death. Therefore, his palm remained on it. Now it is handed over to
You, I hope you can hold it tightly too."
Oscar took the shield with pious hands, felt its weight in his hands, and nodded vigorously.
"My life is with it."
Soshyan then took the battle flag.
"In the battle group, the fifth company will be responsible for the use of destructive weapons, and there will also be more destroyer squads. It needs a more rational person who knows how to weigh things to lead. Oscar, I hope this time teaches you a lesson.
Be able to keep it in mind.”
Oscar took the battle flag and held the flagpole tightly with a solemn face.
"I know my mistakes and will correct them, and I will definitely live up to my mission."
"Um."
Soshyan nodded and turned to Yazdan.
"But discipline must be observed, and those who deserve punishment must still be punished."
Yazdan stepped forward and began to announce everyone's punishment. Considering that there would be a war soon, he gave a lighter punishment this time. All those involved in the fight received three days of meditation and seven days of confinement, and Oscar
As a company commander, you must meditate for ten days, and this must be done under Yazdan's full supervision.