Chapter 49 Thank you, Taylor

Fu Qinghai was naked, sitting on a metal box in the laboratory in the lower cabin, with some culture medium still on his body.

Outside the porthole, on the dim and hazy planet Loswell 7, an imperceptible tiny spark continued to bloom.

The earth-shattering hellish scene on the surface is just a small spark when viewed from space.

Fu Qinghai withdrew his gaze from the porthole.

The short Master Quinto stood beside him. Mechanical tentacles stretched out from under his dark red robe and removed the densely packed probes on Fu Qinghai's back, forehead, and chest one by one.

"Okay, your newly cultivated second heart and multiple lungs are functioning normally. Your body has recovered to its original state."

Master Quinto's hoarse voice came from under his hood.

Fu Qinghai stood up, bowed his head slightly and said,

"Thank you, Master Quinto."

Master Quinto chuckled hoarsely and said,

"Don't thank me. You should be thankful for your luck. Not every Space Marine can face a Dreadnought and escape."

It seems that the news of me killing the Hell Beast has reached Master Quinto.

Fu Qinghai nodded and said casually,

"Master, this time on the surface I encountered an interesting alien creature that relies on parasitic animals to reproduce. It's a pity that I didn't catch a living sample, otherwise I could bring it to you for research."

Master Quinto did not show much interest. As a biological sage and alien expert, he had seen too many strange alien creatures in the past few hundred years of research, most of which had no research value.

He just nodded noncommittally, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Haha, in the past, I have seen too many xenos while following the Great Crusade of the Space Marine Legion. Most of them would not pose any threat to the human empire, and were quickly exterminated by the Astartes. Losing one or two specimens is nothing. You are thoughtful, little Locke."

"...Master, I have changed my name. I am now Qingshan."

Fu Qinghai was a little speechless, and thought to himself, I do have good intentions, but could you please be a little more careful?

"Oh, okay. My old and decayed memory reader is no longer usable. I will update the note with your new name."

Fu Qinghai secretly complained: I'm afraid that the name marked for me in your memory reader is neither "Locke" nor "Qingshan".

But it should be "Experimental sample No. XXX-XX", right?

Fu Qinghai put on simple clothes and said goodbye to Master Quinto:

"Master, as required, I will return to the Sosaland as soon as my injuries recover. I bid you farewell. Goodbye."

"Okay, bye, little Locke."

Fu Qinghai, dressed in a simple robe, walked through the corridor and returned to his personal cabin. With the help of the servitor, he put on the newly repaired power armor.

Then he boarded the Stormbird heading for the Sothalan.

This time, apart from the pilot, he was the only one on board the Sosaran. As soon as Fu Qinghai reached the boarding deck, Gult, who had been waiting for a long time, came to greet him.

"Qingshan, I've been waiting for you for a while. Come with me. The commander wants to see you."

Fu Qinghai nodded, took off his helmet, held it in his hand, and followed Gult to the bridge.

The two of them walked through the busy bridge filled with operating crew members, staff officers, and servitors, and headed for the medical room behind the bridge.

In the spotless and clean medical room, Fu Qinghai saw Setvlahos lying on the sickbed.

This Ultramarines Captain from the Ever-Victorious Army looked a little depressed at the moment, his eyes dim. He raised his head and said in a hoarse voice,

"You're here, Qingshan."

Fu Qinghai raised his hand and saluted with a fist:

"Reporting to you, sir."

"At ease. Make yourself at ease. I have something to ask you."

After a pause, Vlahos continued:

"A comprehensive post-war summary report has been issued and sent to the Gladius. You performed very well, Qingshan. You played a great role in this battle. Without you, many Ultramarines including me would have found it difficult to return to the battleship alive. I am very grateful to Ogedei for sending such an excellent warrior to my side."

Fu Qinghai did not pretend to be modest, he nodded and said,

"Thank you for your compliment, sir."

Vlahos sighed and said,

"I will review the tactical arrangements for this battle. This is our internal matter. However, before that, I have a question to confirm with you."

Vlahos looked at Fu Qinghai with a serious expression and said,

"In the last few battles, we saw you fighting side by side with an Eldar, is that right or not?"

It came as expected.

Fu Qinghai said in his heart.

Since the Great Crusade, the basic policy of the Empire has been that diplomacy is only reserved for other human regimes, and all aliens are to be eliminated.

"Yes, you are right."

Fu Qinghai nodded and admitted it generously.

There was no point in denying it, as so many people had seen him and the Howling Banshee working together to kill many Word Bearers and Hellbeasts.

"well."

Vlahos sighed again, pinched his brows with an embarrassed look on his face, and said:

"Qingshan, do you know the consequences of doing this? You clearly know the Empire's attitude towards the alien race... You may not have realized the seriousness of the problem. Let me tell you something you don't know. The Sigillite Malcador has established two new departments on Terra, one called the Demon Tribunal and the other called the Alien Tribunal. The latter is specifically aimed at your behavior. They will investigate you, arrest you, and then judge you."

Fu Qinghai thought to himself, I actually know everything you said. I also know that a heretic trial was later established. The three of them formed the basis of the three major trial courts.

Fu Qinghai spread his hands: "I had no choice at the time, didn't I? Everything was for victory. Commander, no one knew the situation better than you. How should we win and survive? Unite all the forces that can be united and establish the broadest people's democratic united war... What I mean is that we should adapt to local conditions and adapt to circumstances."

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

He almost slipped up, but he stopped himself in time... Fu Qinghai thought to himself: Forgive you for being a future biochemically modified soldier, having no experience in struggle, and not understanding the importance of the united front, a magic weapon.

"And..." After a pause, Fu Qinghai continued:

"And I'm sure you know in your heart that the Chancellor's new department is irrelevant, at least at this time. The rebels are besieging Terra, and who cares about the damn aliens?"

"You..." Vlahos was speechless for a moment.

Although the words were vulgar, the truth was there, and Vlahos knew that what Fu Qinghai said was true.

Seeing that Vlahos was about to speak, Fu Qinghai quickly added:

"Besides, I don't think you called me here just to investigate me."

After saying that, Fu Qinghai blinked.

Vlahos rubbed his brows helplessly. He pondered for a long time before saying:

"...You've said all you want to say. Okay, okay, I admit that what you said is exactly what I thought. We can't hand over the bravest and most meritorious soldiers to those damn bureaucratic departments of Terra to be persecuted."

"Then I declare."

Vlahos raised his head and said slowly and seriously,

"In the battle on the planet Loswell 7, I and my company did not see any alien creatures. I will write this in the report submitted to the superior regiment and the General Staff Headquarters."

After saying that, Vlahos returned to his listless state, waved his hand and said,

"Okay, return to your team, Sergeant. My injuries have not yet fully recovered, and my aide-de-camp will take over the command of the Sotharan during this period."

Setvlahos, the once calm and victorious soldier, now had a face full of fatigue and self-blame, and looked so miserable.

Fu Qinghai knew why he blamed himself so much. Although he won in the end, the victory was so hard-won. A main cruiser faced three transport ships and was beaten by the enemy commander with such a casualty exchange ratio. It was a failure in itself.

Obviously, Vlahos took all the responsibility for the failure on himself. He blamed himself for all the sacrifices of the Ultramarines, and felt guilty that "one incompetent general killed the entire army."

But in fact, Fu Qinghai knew that this had nothing to do with Vlahos's command ability. The Reincarnators were a variable factor that no one could predict. This was just like how Vlahos's Primarch, Robert Guilliman, suffered repeated setbacks when he first faced Fulgrim, who had been promoted to a Demon Prince.

Can you say that Robert Guilliman's command ability is not as good as Fulgrim? Guilliman is the most steady and cautious general among all the Primarchs, but he has been repeatedly tricked by Fulgrim. In the final analysis, it is not that Guilliman's command ability is not as good as Fulgrim, but that the methods of the Warp Demons are out of touch with reality, bizarre and unpredictable.

Rather than the physical injuries that have not fully recovered, it may be more the psychological injuries that prevent Vlahos from continuing to command.

Fu Qinghai turned around and prepared to leave, but before he left, he thought for a moment, turned back and said to Vlahos:

"The most glorious day in a person's life is not the day when he achieves success, but the day when he challenges life from sorrow and despair and bravely moves towards his will. These are the words of a writer from my hometown, I hope they can help you, sir."

Upon hearing this, Vlahos' eyes lit up slightly, he raised his head and nodded,

"Thank you, Qingshan."

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　1. This sentence comes from the French writer Flaubert, but I know this sentence because of the football poet He Wei.

　　2. This chapter makes up for yesterday's. There is another chapter today.

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