He began to set up the structure of the Punishment Corps in the form of the Marine Special Forces of the Knights. As for the purely male group, he was even more eager to wish for it. In this way, he could return to Bukhara and meet the Trayes that haunted him.
Telingshe.
His choice of Buckstein was a very farsighted move, because this old knight is the oldest soldier in the Punishment Corps - usually, soldiers who are thrown into the Punishment Corps do not survive the first three years, and Buckstein has been here for a long time.
After more than thirty years, he knows almost everything and everyone here.
Soon, according to Kalki's instructions, logistics and regiment headquarters were established, and two very flexible and intelligent Asian soldiers were brought to Kalki to become combat staff. The Punishment Corps lacked field communication command and dispatch, and relied entirely on barbarian
This is the end of the history of forceful fighting.
"They never reply to my messages, no matter if I ask for weapons or supplies, they never reply." Kalki complained to Backstein in the small command room of the flagship.
"Only when sending personnel to the Punishment Corps, we will send some weapons and supplies. They are all obsolete goods. This is the rule." Backstein said calmly, "Ani told me today that you want to take a shower every morning. I
I suggest you accept this reality. The Punishment Corps does not have that much water, so we all use powder to clean it, or you can choose not to wash it."
Kalki said gloomily: "I can endure the poverty of life, but not the weapons and ammunition. Tell them that if there are not enough weapons, we will not be able to reach the planet 389F in time."
"Disobedience will be suppressed by the artificial intelligence military police."
There was a hint of disdain in Kalki's nose, "When I came here, in the name of the possibility of riots by dissatisfied personnel, I asked them to set up the newly arrived machine gendarme to completely obey my voice control. As for the old machine gendarme, I have already done it for the first time.
I immediately ordered it to be dismantled and repaired.”
"Ha!" Buckstein raised his head, "I now believe that you are the grand leader in charge of Tra Yestera Mausoleum."
"Did you not believe it at first?"
"Most of the people who come here are low-level Kshatriyas. I have only seen one Blue Dragon Knight demoted here. There is one White Tiger Knight, a young retainer, a bastard who would not hesitate to die. But how can the Grand Leader do this?
?He is so high above us that we can only bow our knees and salute him." Backstein's eyes flashed with a light immersed in memories, "The most handsome grand commander, the youngest grand commander, the bravest grand commander...
…”
Kalki was stunned for a moment and said: "Ashira? Is your grand leader Sirius?"
Buckstein was stunned for a moment as if he was electrocuted, and then turned to look at Kalki, "I don't want to recall anything about the Trayester Mausoleum. Memories are enough to kill a person. I, Buckstein, can survive here."
, living all the time means that I have killed all the memories. I don’t think about anything about Plato, otherwise the pain can drown people. I have seen too many people complain about themselves, some people go crazy, and some even end their lives.
...I am like a stubborn stone, thinking of myself as a person who grew up in a punishment regiment since childhood, and that’s why I have survived to this day.”
The old knight's low and hoarse narration silenced Kalki.
"Here, you can no longer think of yourself as the White Tiger Knight, and don't imagine that you have an elite army under your command. Listen to my advice, forget your own name, and give yourself a new name."
"No! My name is Kalki, that's my name."
"Forget the past. Since the founding of the Punishment Corps, no one has ever returned to Plato alive. Even if we are killed in battle, there will not even be a decent cremation for a soldier. The body will be thrown into space and turned into space dust. Why bother to keep it?
This 'Logos' gives the name."
"I have a past, I have emotions that I am willing to keep in my heart, and the people I have loved...I do not regret getting to this day. I will definitely return to Plato, and I will go back with you!"
Facing Kalki's determination, Backstein sighed and said: "Kalki, you are a dreamer."
"Yes... I'm dreaming." Kalki lowered his head and said softly.
The supplies really came like this, even to two small asteroid ice belt mining ships, so that there would be more water to circulate on the mother ship, which would not reach the level of extravagance and waste of the regular army, at least ten days and a half.
Now that I can take a shower, the medical robot has also started a happy mood mode for more emergency medicines. As for the food, Kalki ordered it to be distributed equally to everyone.
"Canned cell meat! I haven't eaten it in years! I'm going to eat Gaia's stinky meat!"
“My favorite is raisins and nuts!”
"And stamina supplements, oh my god!"
After the arrival of the new captain, the material conditions also improved, which allowed the barbaric Punishment Legion to slowly return to its normal state.
Kalki gradually gained respect, and they held a Penal Corps-style celebration for him, full of chaos, noise, alcohol, tobacco and meat - this frontline army rarely received supplies, and all depended on raiding Gaians.
The supplies in the base are kept alive and the dietary precepts of Yuanjiao are never followed.
The celebration was also very characteristic of the Punishment Legion. Tens of thousands of men were crowded into the hangar, almost swamped. Loud curses and cheers poured out like a tide towards the competition platform in the middle.
"Kill him quickly! Engre!"
"Lulu! Fight back! Don't be a coward!"
I saw two men fighting each other with steel claws mounted on their arms. The sharp steel claws shone brightly in the light, forming smooth flashes of mercury. The half-meter-long steel claws were flying in the air.
, dripping with blood, splashing into the air and on the table.
"The Punishment Corps are the real warriors, and the Knights are just a group of monks." Backstein looked at the extremely bloody scene with a smile.
"Gifts make slaves. How easy it is for humans to be enslaved." Kalki, who was standing in the audience, also murmured to himself in Gaian Chinese.
"What are you talking about? You can actually speak Gaian?" Backstein looked surprised.
"I have a lot of secrets and a lot of past, and that's why I've fallen to this point."
While the two were talking, in the flickering light, suddenly the warrior with dark skin and strong and bulging muscles like a bull struck quickly, and the steel claw stabbed the opponent's abdomen. Blood spurted out for a while, and then he struck hard.
Pulling it out, he brought out bloody intestines and meat balls mixed with muscle and fat. The stabbed person was wearing a steel mask and couldn't see his face clearly, but his lips twitched and a stream of blood spurted out, falling on the place where it was originally spilled.
On the table covered with blood, he fell straight to the ground with a "thud".
In an instant, the audience burst into thunderous howls and cheers, which were so loud that they pierced people's eardrums.
"Oh! Lu Lu is dead!"
"Damn! It's so exciting!"
"Oh! Engre! The invincible king of cold weapons!"
A wave of cheers rushed to the center of the competition stage. A medical robot quickly shook its arms on Lu Lu's abdomen like a repair machine, and then dragged it away in a hurry, leaving a long trail on the stage.
of blood mark.
"You are so barbaric." Kalki said coldly, "You are really good at killing people in competitions."
"Ha! You beat the male camel to death on the first day you came here. Everyone likes you because you are as barbaric as us, or even more barbaric." Backstein pointed to his head with his finger, "Not only are you extremely barbaric, you also have a