40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 210 35. Preparing to return home

Khalil calmly raised his hand, crossed his fingers, and slightly covered his eyes.

There were two people sitting in front of him. The one on the left was extremely miserable, and the one on the right was extremely miserable.

One of the two had a calm expression, while the other looked slightly unnatural. Bandages were layered under their uniforms, and immobilizer plates rested quietly on their knees or arms, rising and falling with their breaths.

"This training was a victory for the offensive side." Khalil said suddenly. "We made it very clear before the mission started. As long as you bring the fine gold out of the mine, you will win, and your team did a good job. Shen, congratulations."

The captain of Team 7, who had a brace on his jaw, nodded with difficulty.

"As for you, Sevita" Khalil glanced at him. "If you ignore the fact that you are absent without permission, you are actually doing quite well."

"Thank you, instructor." Saiweita lowered his head and said.

"But why did you hang Cassati Nuang?" Khalil asked again. "Not only did you hang him up, but you also deliberately chose a place where the sound of his blood could be heard throughout the mine. It was a poetic invitation to a duel."

"I have no intention of dueling him."

"Maybe, but you did," Khalil said. "The Night Blade does not prohibit duels, battles, or even sneak attacks. In fact, we encourage you to beat each other into the infirmary. It is better to be injured in the hands of a brother than to die on the battlefield."

He glanced at Sevatar.

"But, this is not the reason for you to abandon the team that needs your command and the mission target that needs to be protected during the training mission to duel with one of the enemy's commanders. You won Shen, but what's the point?"

"It makes no sense, instructor." Savita replied in a low voice. "I just think so."

"Think what?"

A fake smile appeared on Sevita's face: "Maybe it's not good to say it in front of him, instructor, it will hurt his heart."

Shen shook his head, opened his mouth, and said slowly and inarticulately: "I don't care."

The smile on Savita's face quickly disappeared.

"Go ahead," Khalil said. "Give me a reasonable explanation, Yago Savitarion."

".I think the captain of the seventh team needs to be corrected." Sevita said. "He always puts the mission first and will not hesitate to sacrifice his teammates, or himself, to complete the mission."

"Our numbers are not large, and his idea will cause a lot of completely unnecessary attrition in actual combat. Therefore, I don't want him to go to the last step safely and become an officer with command authority."

After Saivita finished speaking, he took a deep breath and lowered his head. There was silence as if waiting for the verdict.

Shen Ze frowned slightly and raised his head to look at their chief instructor.

He thought he would see anger or disappointment, but there was no wave on Khalil Lohars's face. He remained expressionless, as strangely as if Sevatar had not actually spoken just now.

Shen was still uneasy about this, not to mention Savita, who was a party involved.

The 'First Reserve' of the Night Blades was trying his best to keep breathing at a steady pace at this moment, but his eyeballs were floating around abnormally, with no intention of stopping. Silence spread, Khalil never spoke, he even looked like he was thinking.

"Um"

A few minutes later, the instructor of the Night Blades nodded slowly. He did not give any evaluation, only a vague groan that echoed in the room.

Savita finally couldn't bear it any longer. He opened his mouth and tried to ask, but was beaten to the punch.

"Do you agree with what he said?" Shen asked slightly nervously.

"What will happen if you agree, and what will happen if you don't agree?" Khalil raised his eyebrows. "Are you worried that I will misunderstand the reason why you always work hard to complete tasks like he did? Don't worry, Shen. I won't be as slow as this kid who only focuses on grinding himself."

He finally showed a smile, and at the same time reached out and poked Sevita's forehead. The latter sat on the chair in shock and helplessness, his expression unusually dull.

"Listen up, Sevatar. The reason Shen always sacrifices his team members or himself is because the enemy he faces is always your squad."

Khalil poked Sevita hard on the forehead again, looked into his eyes, and emphasized his tone.

"In other words, if he wants to win against you, then he must make sacrifices. And since his team members are willing to obey his orders and make sacrifices, this just proves that Shen's behavior does not contain coercion."

He shook his head and sighed. "That's what war is like, Sevatar. Sacrifice is unnecessary. It's a giant millstone of flesh and blood. If you don't invest your own flesh and blood, or the flesh of others, it won't even begin to turn."

".Huh?" Saiweita uttered a monosyllable unconsciously.

He suddenly turned his head to look at Shen, but the latter didn't even bother to glance at him, but just lowered his head in respect to Khalil.

"Thank you for your willingness to explain for me. I have said it several times myself, but this stupid guy is always unwilling to listen. He claims that I am a cold-blooded person who only has reason, and thinks that I will only let my team members die. And they always smear the Ultramarines who helped us build Nostramo.”

"How did I discredit them?!" Savita continued to be poked, while squinting his eyes as hard as he could and glaring at Shen.

"You think they have built too many big bathhouses, and they think the big bathhouses are not big enough. You can see people queuing up every time you patrol." Shen replied emotionlessly.

"That's enough." Khalil shook his head, put down his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, and temporarily let go of Sevita's forehead.

"Let's not continue discussing the matter about the bathhouse and the differences between you. I hope you can completely resolve it before next week."

"Why next week, instructor?" Shen asked immediately.

"Because we will leave Nostramo next week to carry out a new mission." Khalil replied.

"New mission?" Savita immediately asked, getting ahead of Shen. "What mission, instructor? Counterinsurgency, recapture, or pursuit?"

"None of them." Khalil glanced at him and tapped his right index finger slowly and heavily on the table. "No, Sevita. The scale of this mission is actually not huge, but it will involve many forces. Therefore, we need to be as careful as possible."

"Can you tell me a little bit?" Shen asked very quickly. "Since you brought this matter up to us, it means that we are also on the list of tasks to be carried out - can you reveal something in advance?"

"Okay." Khalil nodded. "This mission is divided into three steps. First, we set off. Second, we arrive at Terra. Third, we complete the mission."

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Savita hesitated to speak, blinked lustfully, and finally did not speak amidst the sound of his index finger tapping on the table. The lightning lines flickered on and off, making the expression on his face very absurd.

Shen was silent for a moment, and finally captured the most important information in Khalil's words: "Terra? Holy Terra?"

"Unless there is a second Terra," Khalil said. "And there's obviously no second Terra in the galaxy, so, yes. We're going to Holy Terra."

"This means that we have to deal with the Ministry of Military Affairs, the Ministry of Government, the local defense forces of Terra, and the Imperial Fists. In addition, since this operation is spearheaded by the Legion Commander, it inevitably has political significance. "

"Lord Rogal Dorn, the original master of the Imperial Fists, is rushing back from the other side of the solar system. He hopes to meet with our Legion Commander then——"

He paused for a moment and suddenly smiled meaningfully: "——When the time comes, you will inevitably communicate with the Imperial Fists. I don't want the scene to be too ugly."

"What does this level mean?" Shen asked cautiously.

"If someone challenges you, fight back." Khalil said expressionlessly. "You can use any of your moves. As long as they don't cause lifelong disability or death, you can fight at will, just like you are still on Nostramo."

"But I want to say it up front. We won't stay in Terra for long, only a week at most. We are there to investigate and collect evidence, not to travel. Therefore, you'd better restrain your team members."

Savita suppressed her excitement and nodded. But Shen thought of another thing keenly: "Instructor, are there only two of us hunting teams in this operation?"

"There are three more large companies." Khalil looked at him. "We have not only received one mission, the other hunting teams also have things to do. There is no need to worry about them, you should worry about yourself first, Shen. Can you get a name for your team during this operation?"

Shen nodded silently.

The conversation ended, and the two wounded men stood up slowly. They planned to leave, but were stopped by Khalil when they were about to reach the door. Facing their puzzled gazes, the chief instructor of the Night Blades raised his lips and nodded to them as if nothing had happened.

"By the way, the legion commander also wants to see you." He said. "And he seemed to be in a bad mood."

After the words fell, he saw with satisfaction that the two of them left his office with extremely stiff steps. But, after only a few seconds, the emotion faded.

Khalil shook his head calmly, stood up, and came to the window. His desk on the Nightfall already has a brother in the lair, also made of adamantine, with lightning patterns that flicker and flicker.

The decoration here is no different from that there, but he is thinking about another problem at the moment.

He stared at the now peaceful and peaceful night of Nostramo, and couldn't help but begin to imagine Terra's appearance.

Or, let’s call it another older word.

Earth.

What would an earth without water look like?

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