Am I ready? I asked myself......

The impulse almost made me answer without hesitation, but the rational and calm habits I had developed over the years suppressed the impulse. After all, that is something that even a Space Marine, and is probably the most brave and fearless space wolf among the Space Marines, has to deliberately escape, and I am a mere mortal, do I really have enough willpower to face it?

"Hmm...... I just wanted to ask, have I ever been married? "Sure enough, it's better to put it aside for the time being, what I really care about is not the process and outcome of that war, but the major events of my life.

"How do I know that?" The Rune Priest seemed surprised by my question, "Maybe you should go to the Ministry of War to check your personal file, and your defense army's marital status should also be registered...... Oh no, you're a registered psyker, so your marriage approval will be stricter. Any ...... you have before being approved Well, the relationship between men and women, both are illegal and unrecognized. You know that, right? ”

Of course I know this, this time I took leave to go home and get married, and I applied for an opportunity that I had only been given for many years, compared with the difficulty of approval, how to find a suitable girl is not difficult, after all, the galaxy is so big and there are so many human beings, can there be fewer excellent optional objects? Even if ordinary people have always hated psionics, it is impossible for psionics to use ordinary means to achieve their goals...... Don't look at me as a psychic expert, it's still easy for me to distort a single person's mind.

But I have always kept myself clean like an ascetic priest, and I have never shown any interest in the affairs of men and women. On the one hand, this is because we psionics are more likely to fall than normal people, and the catharsis of desire is one of the fastest ways to degenerate, on the other hand, it is difficult to see suitable women in the army, most of the troops are the world of gentlemen, and occasionally a few civilian female officers are not enough for those generals, where is my turn to get this class, even if it is some rare mixed regiment of men and women in the Valhalla Legion, although we stay in the army for a long time, the aesthetics will be slightly distorted, and we will become advocating health and strength is beauty, But when we really face those female men who can go to the front line to slash infidels and aliens, our reaction is generally that it is okay to be brothers, and there is no need to think too much.

As for applying to his superiors to introduce a retired nun as his wife like other soldiers, I didn't even think about it.

Of the women I've known over the years, only Sylvia seems to meet the requirements, and it's no wonder I'm faintly tempted. Of course, Aishwalya is more or less compliant. It's a pity that neither the naval officer nor the active combat nun seems to be the object of my involvement.

But the question is, have I ever had a relationship with a woman other than a comrade-in-arms? Even if it is not a legal marriage, as long as there is a person who has a zài......

"So, are there any other survivors of that battle?"

"Of course there is, the regiment you are in, and about two platoons of men survived. It was you and they who helped us collect the bodies of our brothers. Velheim said.

One regiment had one or two thousand people, and there were still two platoons of fifty or sixty people left, which can be described as the annihilation of the whole army. Maybe the number of this legion has been canceled......

"In fact, Arslan's claim that we suffered a crushing defeat is not true." Velheim continued, "Our losses were very heavy, but in the end we persevered until the arrival of other reinforcements, and finally completely annihilated the enemy, and saved the colony, the population and production of the world, which was not too severely destroyed. For the Empire, it can be described as a great victory. And there's more to this battle than that...... As for the Legion you were in at the time, it was rebuilt after two years, and all the survivors were promoted, their loyalty was recognized, and they became the leader of the Legion as Imperial Heroes. ”

I'm also one of the survivors, why didn't I get this treatment...... Well, I'm different......

But if it's a victory, why should the wolf delete the record? Is it just to not irritate Arslan?

As for the blow I myself received......

"I only learned about it when I consulted the archives of the Legion, but I didn't go into detail. I myself was not involved in that battle. These documents are sealed in the deepest archives of the Fangs. If you want to know more, you'll have to pay a trip to Fenris. Velheim doesn't look like he's going to go any further.

This is directly telling sù that I want to know the truth in my life, right?! Is Fenris an ordinary person who can go there when he is free? Not to mention the Fangs Fortress and the banned documents, I'm afraid that the soldiers of the Space Wolf can't get in if they want to.

Just as I was about to ask something else, the dreadnought mecha next to me, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke, "Maybe you should take a look at these to see if there are any familiar faces you have......

At the same time, the machine soul prompts, there is a text jiàn is being transmitted, is it accepted?

"These pictures are taken from the battle recorders of the brothers at the time, and they kept them for me to see if I can recall something, it's a pity......"

After the text is transmitted, it is a long shot of several wide-angle shots, photographing an artillery position on a low-lying flat ground from different angles, and the photographer appears to be standing on a high position to carry out a guard mission. The camera on the Space Marine's helmet is so high resolution that you can see people's faces even from a distance of a few hundred meters. There were more than a dozen petrified lizard self-propelled guns and a few Chimera chariots transporting shells, and a burly artilleryman, mostly shirtless or wearing only vests, was preparing for wiping shells. A few Space Wolf soldiers gathered to discuss something, and in the distance there was an iron-gray airborne pod, and smoking cremation pyres burning corpses. I can imagine this scene, the wolf's deep strike team smashed down directly, cleanly cleared the enemy, and occupied this flat land suitable for the deployment of artillery, and then the artillery of the Imperial Defense Army entered here and quickly deployed, while the wolf was planning the next attack......

From the livery of the chariots, it can be seen that the number of this regiment is the 518th Regiment of Valhalla, which does not seem to be very large, and is dominated by infantry, because they do not have artillery companies, but only one artillery company directly under the regimental headquarters. It doesn't look like there is heavy armor like a tank, and it would be nice to have some Chimera and Sentinels. With artillery, but not much, the size of such a regiment is estimated at more than a thousand, less than two thousand, in the case of fifteen hundred. In my experience with the Imperial Guard, I can easily draw these conclusions from the pictures.

The snow-capped mountains in the distance show that the planet is cold—at least in the battlefield generation. The burned corpses are obviously human, so this battle is against a rebellion, and chaos must be involved, after all, ordinary rebellions are just small fights, and the Imperial Defense Force is enough to deal with them.

By zooming in on the image, you can see the details of each person's face. The soldiers of the Valhalla Legion were recruited from the icy world of Valhalla, and most of their faces were as stiff as my people. Many of the artillerymen had beards, and those who did not have beards often wore vests, which were female soldiers, with the same tiger's back as men, and the waist was five or three thick, and it was almost impossible to distinguish just by looking at the body size. Unlike the coolly dressed artillerymen, there was also a peculiarly dressed squad dressed in thick snow combat suits, helmets with goggles, and optical camouflage cloaks, which looked like scouts who were going out to reconnoiter and direct the artillery fire.

I could see the solemnity on the faces of the wolves, which was a rare scene, because the wolves regarded battle as pleasure and sacrifice as their destination, and they were always optimistic, and it was rare for them to be so strict. The Valhalla warriors, on the other hand, were very relaxed. For mortals, the arrival of a Space Marine often means that the battle will soon be over - and I've always believed in that to this day.

I saw my own face in it, and I was the smallest of the bunched men, and I looked so polite that I didn't look like a soldier even with a beard—in fact, if I had grown up in my hometown in the snow and ice, I was confident that I could have grown into a burly man, but after the age of fifteen I went to the warm climate of Terra, where I stayed for five years and missed the second period of growth. At that time, I was only twenty-three years old, and I had just been in the army for three years, and I had not experienced any really harsh wars, so I naturally did not have the strong military temperament I have now. But at that time, I was in my prime, and I thought that the emperor was the eldest and the second was the age when the sky was not afraid of the earth. I was dressed as a scout, carrying a long laser sniper rifle with my favorite frag grenade, looking at the camera, with an aggressive look on my face - I rubbed it, I didn't really try my hand at the wolf, did I?

Beside me, a warrior about my size stood shoulder to shoulder with me, the other hand pointing at the camera, curiosity written on his face. This is a female soldier, although her face is the same as that of other Valhallans, but because of the smaller face, she looks more feminine and has a smaller body. Unlike the artillery company, where female soldiers account for almost one-third, she is the only female soldier in this reconnaissance team of more than ten people. To become an ordinary artilleryman, one needs to be physically strong and strong - of course, an artillery officer requires a very high level of mathematics, which until now seems to me to be more mysterious than the most bizarre witchcraft - while the Scout is much more demanding, brave and fearless, not to mention indifferent to life and death, and requires a very flexible mind and a very calm mind, which cannot be held by the most sophisticated and experienced veteran. And the entire reconnaissance team, except for me and the female soldier, were all old soldiers with thick beards and vicissitudes of life.

Anyway, at that time, I was quite taken seriously, and I was not placed at the regiment headquarters to be a guard for the regiment commander, but in the most suitable and most needed place. When it is difficult to penetrate with optical camouflage, I can solve it with teleportation, and the position that cannot be detected by the naked eye and individual radar can be scanned by psionic energy and it will be clear at a glance.

Who is that female soldier? Could it be the man Arslan is talking about? At that time, I couldn't really get married after all, maybe the intimacy of the expression was more intimate in the eyes of the wolf, and it could be considered husband and wife......

Staring at the unfamiliar face, I felt a tingling in my heart, and it seemed hollow, as if I had lost something important, but I had forgotten what it was.

As I was walking and thinking, the dreadnought mecha in front of me suddenly stopped, and I almost bumped into it.

An eerie sound echoed through the silent hallway, like something dragging and rubbing on the iron floor, and footsteps. My childhood hunting experience told me that it was the sound of soft paws stepping on the ground - but it was too loud, was it?

We didn't have to wait long, and soon a huge four-legged gray thing appeared from the fork in the road, its tail moving backwards forward, its head down and biting something - it was a space wolf starmarines who had fallen to the ground!

I almost subconsciously drew my sword to kill the monster that dared to desecrate the corpse of a Space Marine, but Arslan stopped me.

"Don't worry, friend, take it easy, this is our comrade-in-arms!"

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