Chapter 21 Training

Ogedei led Fu Qinghai to the familiar training cage.

Inside, a strong Space Marine with a hooked nose, long face and ponytail had been waiting for a long time.

When the training equipment around the training cage is not in use, it can become a training ground for Space Marines to practice against each other. The specially reinforced structure here is strong enough to withstand the violent venting of Space Marines.

Ogedei pointed at the warrior and said to Fu Qinghai: "Let me introduce to you, Abel Slang, the strongest fighter in the Falcon Brotherhood besides me."

Abel Slang laughed and said, "You can also remove the words 'except me', Khan."

Ogedei laughed and scolded, "Go to hell. Little Locke is in your hands. Teach him well and he will become one of us."

It seemed that Abel Slang already knew about Fu Qinghai's affairs.

He gently picked up a long metal knife and said to Fu Qinghai: "Come on, pick a weapon you like."

Fu Qinghai walked to the weapons rack and looked at the various weapons neatly arranged on it.

These weapons are the same size as the actual weapons of the Space Marines, and have the same blades, but they do not have the fission field generators installed. In terms of weight, these specially weighted training weapons are even heavier.

There are hammers and axes of various shapes and sizes, knives and swords of different lengths, as well as iron claws, Guandao, halberds, etc.

After much deliberation, Fu Qinghai finally chose a long sword similar to the one in Abel Slang's hand.

First of all, I followed my heart and chose the weapon I liked.

Secondly, it's always a good idea to choose the same weapon as the strongest fighter.

Seeing Fu Qinghai's choice, Albus Lang smiled, raised the long sword in his hands with both hands, and said:

"Come, I will first teach you to sense the weapon in your hand, to feel its character and soul."

The people of White Scars always like to poeticize the cold and ruthless weapons of killing.

Fu Qinghai asked: "How do you sense it?"

A hint of a smirk appeared on Abel Slang's lips, which made Fu Qinghai feel somewhat familiar.

"Sense in battle."

After saying that, he rushed towards Fu Qinghai like a swift gale.

...

A day of close combat training ended. Fu Qinghai, with a bruised face again, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror in his rest cabin, looking at his naked body.

It was such a large, strong, and flawless body.

Looking at the angular muscles in the mirror, Fu Qinghai couldn't help but reach out and touch his broad and strong pectoralis major muscles, the deep mid-muscle crevices, tiger-head shoulders, and unicorn arms.

This is the muscle he couldn't build even if he ate a ton of protein powder or took ten kilograms of steroids in his previous life.

Fu Qinghai half turned around and exerted a little force. His back muscles instantly bulged out, and his hideous and knotted back muscles were intimidating.

Looking down again, compared to the standard inverted triangle that bodybuilders in his previous life pursued, Fu Qinghai's waist circumference was not that thin, and it was not obvious compared to the width of his shoulders, but his eight bulging abdominal muscles and the clearly visible mermaid line all showed that

this body had extremely strong core strength.

Bodybuilders pursue a thin waist in order to highlight their inverted triangle body shape, but from an actual combat perspective, a sufficiently strong waist represents a strong enough core strength and a stable enough lower body.

This is how some ancient generals got their potbellies.

Fu Qinghai patted his firm abdominal muscles, thinking that he was worthy of being a famous interstellar brother in the universe, his muscles were indeed strong.

Not just good looking.

The test data provided by the training cage is basically consistent with the data provided by Master Quinto. Fu Qinghai's thrust is now about one ton. His running speed without armor is close to 60 kilometers per hour (even faster when wearing armor), and his standing jumping height is about 4 meters.

This ability is mainly due to the muscle-strengthening organs that give him this ability. Of course, it is also inseparable from the support of strengthened bones and double hearts.

…

After that, Fu Qinghai plunged into busy training.

With the hardware of a killing machine, we also need matching software.

As mentioned earlier, biochemical organ technology has existed since ancient times, but what really allows the Astartes to gain fame in the universe are the various combat skills and military-related abilities in their minds.

There is no distinction between day and night during space travel, and with the regulation of the Space Marine's rigid node organs, Fu Qinghai only needs to rest for four hours between each training session.

Fu Qinghai's training intensity was pushed to the maximum from the start.

Unarmed combat, cold weapon combat, almost no ground techniques, submission techniques, locks, all are killer techniques, inheriting the White Scars' fast, precise, one-hit-kill style;

Skilled use and accurate shooting of various thermal weapons;

use of power armor;

skilled driving of various Imperial Space Marine vehicles, including Stormbirds, Rhinos, etc., especially the White Scars' favorite jet motorcycle.

Familiar with the Empire's various warships and the knowledge of commanding space naval battles;

From squad tactics, company tactics, regimental tactics to simulated command of a battle;

special operations, including torpedo boarding, teleport boarding, orbital airborne, etc.;

in the process of learning these strategies, tactics and skills, Fu Qinghai was also instilled with the White Scars' unique combat style and concepts - lure the enemy deep into their territory, make roundabout moves and strike quickly.

This is different from many legions that prefer to confront each other head-on, fight to the death, and will never accept a feigned defeat.

The predecessor of the White Scars, the Star Hunters, was originally a scout-type legion. After finding their Primarch Jaghatai Khan, Khan incorporated his understanding of the art of war into this legion.

The White Scars' tactics are very cunning. They often pretend to be defeated, lure the enemy deep into their territory to disrupt their formation, and then turn around to attack. The combat style emphasizes the word "fast". Speed ​​is the core of the White Scars in both combat and tactics.

But at the same time, the White Scars are not good at many things that other legions are good at, such as building fortifications and solid defenses (Imperial Fists), artillery strikes and position assaults (Iron Warriors), lurking infiltration, assassination and decapitation (Raven Guard), biological warfare and poison gas warfare (Death Guard), riot control and stability maintenance, torture and forced confessions (Midnight Lords), etc.

Fu Qinghai did not feel any regrets. Being stubborn and tough did not suit his character. Baiba's style was very much to his liking.

As the saying goes, there is no martial arts in the world that is invincible except speed.

Being fast means that if he can't win, he can still run away.

This is not running away; this is making full use of the depth of space and preserving manpower reasonably.

Abbreviated as strategic retreat.

This shows the difference between Fu Qinghai and other Space Marines.

Ordinary Space Marine candidates and recruits spend more than a decade from selection to promotion surgery, not all of which is spent on training. A lot of time is also spent on brainwashing... or psychological training, to cultivate a tenacious will to fight, to cultivate absolute loyalty to the Empire and humanity, to cultivate contempt and hatred for heretics and aliens, etc.

The promotion of a Space Marine is not only a physical promotion, but also a break with one's past self. Many people think that when a Space Marine is brainwashed, his memory will be artificially deleted and he will forget his past. In fact, this is not the case. During the long and endless training and fighting process, their memories of life before promotion are erased and they are turned into skilled killing machines.

But Fu Qinghai was different. He was already an adult before entering the reincarnation world and had formed his own values. With the technical means of Master Quinto, he completed his promotion in just one and a half years.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

The memories of his past life are still very vivid and active in his mind, and his personality and values ​​cannot be reshaped.

Talar and Ogedei didn't know that Fu Qinghai's soul came from outside the universe, but they knew that they were not the Military Affairs Department or a monastery, and they had no way and no time to provide psychological training to Fu Qinghai.

This is the point that was truly against the rules when Talar emphasized to Ogedei that Fu Qinghai's promotion was against the rules.

To put it bluntly, Fu Qinghai can fight for the Human Empire, but he is unwilling to die for the Human Empire.

Not to mention that he is just an alien who earns reincarnation points.

The Human Empire is not a good country either. It can be said that it is a totalitarian socialist country with serious class divisions, oppression and discrimination everywhere. Various cyberpunk-style oligarchs and capitalists control people's production and life. Except for some garden worlds, most of the people at the bottom of the empire do not live a comfortable and affluent life. They can only survive, and the living environment is very harsh.

But on the bright side, it is precisely such a militaristic human empire that has protected all human beings from surviving in this cruel and dark universe, and gradually became the master of the Milky Way.

Therefore, whether from the perspective of affiliation with a camp in the reincarnation world or one's own survival and development.

Fu Qinghai has reasons to study hard and train hard.

Although he wears White Scars power armor, in his heart, Fu Qinghai is a "Black Shield" - an unofficial collective name for Space Marines who have no faith or faction and fight for themselves.

Let's not talk about achieving success first, the most important thing is to survive.

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Another month has passed.

Fu Qinghai woke up on time.

What is the daily life of a Space Marine when he is not on a combat mission?

Space Marines are also called Astartes Brothers, and the word "Brother" in this can well explain the problem.

Every day without combat missions is almost entirely filled with various trainings.

Space Marines have very little personal time. For them, fighting is entertainment and training is entertainment.

Today, Ogedei taught Fu Qinghai how to activate the Sassan meninges through meditation.

Fu Qinghai sat cross-legged on the ground, facing Ogedei.

Ogedei also got off the wheelchair, sat on the floor, and looked at Fu Qinghai at eye level.

"Close your eyes, adjust your breathing, concentrate your mind, and feel that area in your mind." Ogedei's voice came slowly.

Fu Qinghai closed his eyes as he was told.

"Calligraphy and meditation are unique ways of adjustment for our legion. They can help you calm your mind, escape from the endless killing, reflect on yourself, reflect on the gains and losses in battle, and even ponder deeper philosophical mysteries."

"Instead of just activating the Sasan meninges." Ogedei's voice was unusually calm, like a muscular yoga teacher.

"Okay, clear your mind of distracting thoughts."

As Ogedei finished speaking, Fu Qinghai subconsciously formed seals with his hands, palms facing up, and placed his hands on his knees.

Ogedei paused, looked at Fu Qinghai's thumb pinching his middle finger in surprise, and asked:

"What's this?"

Fu Qinghai opened his eyes, followed Ogedei's gaze, and was immediately embarrassed.

"Uh... I thought this was necessary. This is, um, a gesture unique to our hometown."

This Chogris man probably doesn't know what cultivation is.

"You don't need to do that. Just place your hands wherever you feel comfortable."

"...OK."

I watched too many martial arts movies and accidentally exposed my own middle school soul.

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(End of this chapter)