Chapter 63: What can save us?
It is hard to say whether Gu Hang and Martins’ first meeting was good or bad.
It was agreed that both of them were disappointed in their hearts.
But if you want to say something bad, they all put away their disappointment at the same time, and the communication between them was relatively smooth.
The Governor's expression was always smiling, making people feel like they were in the spring breeze. Martins and the Space Marines under his command always maintained a cold and stern expression, but this was their style, and they had always been like this.
Gu Hang was like this because he had prepared himself. The Phoenix Regiment was much more debilitated than he had imagined, which disappointed him a little, but even if there were only seven of them, they were still seven extremely strong men. He even wondered if he had more than a thousand soldiers under his command, plus he, a psychic, could they defeat these seven directly?
Very slim.
So what? These seven Space Marines are still a decisive force.
Moreover, if this warband is not that bad, with only a hundred or so people, one or two large starships, and a large group of mortal auxiliary troops, what will he do? By then, I am afraid that he, the governor, will be set up by the warband leader, and he will be lucky to be the logistics manager.
On the contrary, the chances are greater if this is the case.
In comparison, Gu Hang was more curious about the attitude of the Phoenix Captain who called himself Martins.
The content of their conversation, to put it nicely, was about getting to know each other, to put it bluntly, was just nonsense. In short, the topics they talked about were all meaningless. So why, even though the war captain had a stern face, he still kept patiently chatting with him about these trivial things?
Even when he asked about their past experiences, Gu Hang could feel that the Martins war captain was resisting in his heart, as if he didn't want to answer such questions. However, just when Gu Hang felt that his questions were a bit rash, he heard the Martins war captain, following Gu Hang's words, talk about their situations and battles over the years.
This is a bit strange.
These Emperor's Angels of Death are generally not talkative - it's not that they don't know how to chat, but they usually see themselves as separate from so-called mortals.
They always believe that they are the descendants of the Emperor, inherit the Emperor's genes, and are the Emperor's angels. Although they come from humans, they are beyond humans. Some of them are friendly to mortals, some are cruel to mortals, and some ignore mortals... But no matter what their attitude is, even if it is well-intentioned, it is a high-handed kindness, an angel's charity to mortals.
Under normal circumstances, if I talked about some unpleasant topics with this chapter leader, he would not get furious, but at least frown, refuse to answer or change the subject, which is also normal.
He answered with his nose pinched, which seemed to show a certain attitude of the chapter leader.
Why is that?
I have something to ask of you, could it be that... you also have something to ask of me?
What are you asking for?
Gu Hang recalled the words in the description of the incident.
[A Space Marine Chapter that is about to be destroyed has ended its century-long crusade of atonement and is approaching the Wrathful Owl Star. It seems that they are looking for redemption and hope here.]
On the verge of destruction, searching for redemption and hope...
Oh, you want to rebuild the regiment, and you need my help, right?
But why me?
I'm penniless here, and it doesn't look like I can help you rebuild the regiment, right?
Is this another function of the system? The system made you believe that I can help you?
The key system didn’t tell me how to help?
While Gu Hang was communicating with Martins with a smile on his face, a sincere attitude and dignity, he was very nervous at the same time.
However, as they talked, Gu Hang slowly put these thoughts aside and became fascinated by what Martins said.
Martins's narration was not systematic. He just talked about the missions they had carried out during the Atonement Expedition.
but……
Carry out boarding missions on the starry battlefield amidst the continuous gunfire, kill the generals and seize the ships; march deep into the enemy camp alone and destroy the heavy firepower positions; charge into the nests full of enemies and eliminate the heretics and traitors entrenched in them; face the huge alien monsters and cut off their heads...
Those achievements sound so legendary.
Gu Hang sighed deeply and said, "Captain Martins, your experience is so touching. No matter what others think, at least I think that no matter what you have done or how great the sins you have committed, you have redeemed yourself now, and the Emperor will never blame you again. You are great heroes and should not wander aimlessly in the sea of stars."
After a pause, Gu Hang continued, "Although the conditions here are not very good, if you don't mind, I am willing to provide a place for the Phoenix Regiment to stay. You can rest and get supplies here at any time. I know it may be a bit arrogant to say this, but if you are willing, the Wrathful Owl Star is also willing to become your second home. My door is always open to you."
Having said this, Gu Hang had already turned around and was facing the captain who was much taller than him.
When they looked at each other, he looked calm, sincere and enthusiastic.
But Martins hesitated.
As an angel of the God-Emperor, he avoided the gaze of a mortal.
"I appreciate your kindness, Your Excellency the Governor, but I need to think about it again."
…
In the camp, Gu Hang had sent people to temporarily clear out a house for the Phoenix Regiment to live in.
They were so tall that they looked like seven little giants. The houses built according to normal human needs were too low and cramped for them.
But there is no other way, given the conditions.
Fortunately, they did not have too many requirements for living conditions.
Although they were theoretically in a safe environment, none of the seven warriors took off their armor; at most they just took off their helmets.
They were sitting together at the moment. A bald, square-faced warrior with three golden service nails on his forehead said in a muffled voice: "Captain Martins, I don't understand why you were so polite to that mortal just now?"
"Brother Schneider, we are all fighting for the God-Emperor and are all his subjects. We should not be too arrogant. We should maintain the most basic respect for a planetary governor."
"But I don't think so. Chapter Master, do you still think this mortal is the hope of saving the chapter? A mortal, the governor of a ruined world, who can't even control his own planet, how can he help us rebuild the entire chapter? We are just wasting our time here!"
Schneider's attitude was hardly respectful.
He touched the service nail on his forehead, which was his source of pride.
One golden service nail represented a Space Marine's one hundred years of service to the Chapter. Three nails represented that he was a veteran of three hundred years. He had always believed that he was more qualified to be the Chapter Master than the younger Martins.
But the previous chapter leader gave the important task to Martins.
He wished he could have followed the Chapter Commander in a battle to the death, rather than being led by Martins now - of course, he actually did not want to be in this state of confusion where he did not know what to do.
He knew that the Phoenix Regiment had no room for power struggles and they needed unity. Although he did not recognize Martins as the Regiment Leader, he would obey orders unconditionally, as this was his duty as a warrior.
However, before the order is issued, when things are still in the discussion stage, he will not be polite. He will ask directly and without scruples what is in his mind.
He also believed that this doubt was not only in his own mind, but also in the minds of other fighting brothers.
(End of this chapter)
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