40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 197 22. Return Journey (1)

Siani smiles more than most of his brothers, and it's usually not a sinister smile, but a very ordinary and very kind smile. For this reason, he was sometimes called a "stupid wolf" or a "winged one".

No explanation is needed, you can understand what these two titles imply. However, after he won the championship seat of the first company by virtue of his own strength, these titles disappeared immediately.

After that, he would most of the time be called 'Siani', or 'Siani of Terra' with respect and laughter. Some people would also call him the boy from Terra to get the sum of the two. . Of course, only those older than him can call him that.

To be honest, Siani is not a brother who fits the character of the Night Blades. In fact, his character is completely incompatible with the Night Blades. Although this does not hinder the caustic humor and the courage to ridicule that exude in his bones, but, no matter what.

"Can you stop laughing so much?" Molec, the adjutant of the first company, looked at him in annoyance, his right hand already touching a combat knife on the belt on his waist.

This was his knife, not Van Cleef's.

"You have an annoying smile, Siani, like an idiot showing off how nice your teeth are."

Siani shrugged, not angry at the adjutant's insulting comment. Instead, he squinted his eyes and exposed his sharp canine teeth again: "Whatever you say, dear adjutant. But you and I both know that you are just jealous of me. ”

"Am I jealous of you?" Morais asked with curiosity mixed with irritation. "Do you really know what you're talking about, Siani? What is it about you that makes me jealous?"

"my name."

".What?"

"My name, Adjutant." Siani grinned.

"Your name is hard to pronounce and hard to hear. It is far less catchy and easy to remember than Siani. Moreover, I am sure of at least one thing. The time it takes for the instructor to remember my name is definitely shorter than the time it takes to remember your name." Much more.”

"Damn it, Siani, our names both have three syllables. How could the instructor spend more time on my name than yours?"

The adjutant was annoyed and threw the dagger with the technique of throwing weapons and at great speed, but Siani caught it without any hesitation.

The latter shrugged again: "Whatever you say, respected adjutant, the winner always has to be considerate of the loser."

His tone sounded provocative, and the corners of Molec's eyes began to twitch. There is a less obvious grin on his pale and cruel face. Most of the time, the adjutant has a high degree of similarity with First Company Commander Van Cleef.

This is interesting because the two of them don't really see eye to eye, at least Molec is very prone to anger. His face contorts when he's angry, which makes him look very scary.

"I'm going to make it impossible for you to participate in ground patrols for three months!" the adjutant roared sinisterly, with veins popping out on his forehead. "Even if you trade with me this time for the original copy of Ancient Terra's poems, it's useless!"

"As you wish, dear adjutant."

Siani smiled again, his trademark gentle smile. The corners of Molec's eyes began to twitch again, and he already had a premonition of something.

"After returning to Nostramo, I will start teaching our only reserve. As the champion of the first company and the hand-to-hand combat champion of the entire company, he will definitely come to me for advice. When the time comes, please help me. Went on ground patrol."

The adjutant suddenly stood up from his position and rushed towards Siani. The ensuing fight was quite in the style of the Midnight Blades, with their moves aimed at the vital points and without hesitation, but they would always pull away suddenly when they could really kill the opponent.

The adjutant was holding his company commander's dagger, Siani was bare-handed. His power claws were not activated, and in this case, a close-quarters encounter with Moraits was, to be honest, no different from bare-handed combat.

Molec's attacks are very sharp and extremely difficult to deal with. Instead of simply making one cut, he would wave his arm again along the cutting texture after making that cut.

In this case, the slash or cut will flash through the enemy's vital points like meandering water, which is extremely dangerous, but also very beautiful. Siani narrowed her eyes and licked her lips unconsciously.

He seemed to taste the taste of blood, so he immediately took action - at the moment when Morets' slash was about to touch his cheek, Siani raised his right hand, blocked it with his power claw and then swung it out violently. He punched the adjutant with his left fist, hitting him in the chest.

The metal collided with each other, the armor vibrated, and the deck beneath their feet trembled. The pharmacist Cele Donio, who was resting in bed next to him, immediately sighed.

"Can you two stop?" he complained in one of the dormitories of the First Dalian Company. "The company commander only went out for less than five minutes, and you two started."

"Please, we are going back to Nostramo now, not to fight in another war, so there is no need to stay in shape on the road. Especially you, Siani. Morets can't see that this is excusable, you Do you think I can’t tell? Damn it, you just have itchy hands and want to fight with him?”

"No." Siani retracted his arm, gently pushed the adjutant to the other side, and answered the pharmacist's words sincerely. "I really don't think his name is as nice as mine."

The pharmacist sighed again and covered his face with a book he was reading.

The lieutenant took a deep breath and began to curse in Terran slang and underground prison slang.

Siani shrugged indifferently again. This action has almost become his signature now - he laughed strangely: "If it doesn't work, you can go to the instructor, Moretz, and let him judge who our names are." Better to remember."

"I won't be an idiot like you!" the adjutant replied angrily, while making a throat-slitting salute. "Sooner or later I will want you"

He stopped speaking suddenly, and Siani raised his eyebrows. There was a concern in his voice that was not so easy to detect: "What's the matter, distinguished adjutant?"

".That's not what I meant, instructor." Morets replied with a straight face without looking at him.

"Um"

Khalil nodded noncommittally, and Siani trembled all over. After hearing his voice, he turned back with a distressed face: "Why is it like this again, instructor?"

"It's just a test of stealth and anti-stealth skills." Khalil smiled slightly. "You are unqualified, Siani. Morets is very alert. As for you, Selie"

The pharmacist, who buried his cheek with a book, replied dully: "I am number one."

"Yes." Khalil nodded in agreement. "Otherwise you wouldn't have reminded them both that it was time to stop. Still as sharp as ever, not bad."

"So, why are you free to come here today?" the adjutant straightened his chest and asked seriously. "Are you here to see the company commander?"

"I know," Khalil replied. "The company commanders are having a meeting. Although there are only five people here this time, it does not prevent them from solving the things they have not done before."

Molec's sudden facial expression revealed his true thoughts - he looked as uncomfortable as if he had eaten real sand when eating sand eel jerky - he took a deep breath and spoke as if he was about to die: "Do you need me to go and bring the company commander back?"

"No, let them fight." Khalil replied sternly. "Anyway, there is nothing valuable on the Night Veil right now. If something is broken, it will just be complained by the technical sergeants."

"And the maintenance order of armor and weapons will be moved to the back." Siani suddenly said quietly.

Khalil smiled and shook his head: "You sound very experienced, Siani."

"I'm almost on their blacklist." Siani said nonchalantly. "Those fighter servitors in the training ground keep getting damaged - seriously, couldn't they just reinforce them with something stronger? It's not my problem that they break easily."

"Your sophistry skills have improved a lot." Khalil said. "Okay, let's get back to the topic. I'm actually here today just for daily patrol to see how you are doing."

"We are used to it." The pharmacist sat up from the bed and replied seriously. "The essence of the Great Expedition is traveling back and forth, and war. There is nothing to say, instructor, and you don't have to worry about us."

"I'm really not worried about you. I'm more worried about the tables, chairs and company flags in your dormitory." Khalil said, and glanced at Siani with a warning, who immediately looked away in embarrassment.

However, although he could escape the eyes, he could not escape the words. Khalil's voice followed.

"If you are really itchy next time, you might as well come to the training ground. Although the Eighth Company did not come this time, there are many sword fighting masters in the Second Company. For example, Dion Rivas."

"He's playing too slickly," muttered Siani. "Always likes to control the distance, which makes it difficult for me to fight him with bare hands."

"Who left you empty-handed?" Khalil frowned. "His style is very good and very practical. His backhand defensive counterattack style will certainly make you uncomfortable if he hits you. If you don't learn to close the distance, you will be——"

He stopped, and a rustling sound came from the communication device hanging around his neck. Khalil's armor magically has the function of linking communication channels, but he usually does not wear a helmet. For this reason, the technical sergeants made a simple communicator specially for him.

At this moment, this rustling sound is the precursor of someone's voice that is about to sound.

Molec, Siani and the pharmacist Celie Tonio all began to listen.

"It's me, Van Cleef, instructor." The first company commander said in the communication channel. "You may need to come to the bridge. Our astropaths have discovered something."

"I'll be there soon." Khalil replied seriously.

Damn, I fell asleep while writing this, I’m just posting it now, I’m sorry.

This chapter is only 3k. I did the math and I still owe 4k. Let’s pay it back together tomorrow. Let’s go to bed first.

Before leaving, push the book. Since I am too pig-nosed to find how to use a direct link, I will just type the book title here.

40k: Star of Colchis, a masterpiece from the Dark Lady. If you don’t know who she is, please allow me to mention her other work, Read the Black Library.

How can a retired savior be considered retired if he loses 40,000 yuan to the hammer? This is Yue+Hammer, and the protagonist Gudazi is on the night number at the beginning. The progress so far is very interesting, and there is something new to watch every day.

Okay, that’s all. Good night, I’ll continue coding when I wake up.