Fu Jinghai came out of the medical room, and Gurt, who was guarding the door, came over, handed Fu Jinghai a tablet, and said:

"Aoyama, this is the last post-war summary report, you may not have read it."

"Okay." Fu Jinghai took it and looked at it.

Yo...... As soon as he looked at the post-war summary report, Fu Jinghai realized that the Whisperer wearing the Terminator tactical dreadnought armor he killed was actually the commander of the transport fleet, Darren Clofa.

However, this feat has to be a little bit later, because the first one is to kill a hellbeast.

Seeing this, Fu Jinghai couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, the hellbeast and the ancient warrior Hiller had already fought a big battle, and then they were killed by himself and the howling banshee using stratagem together, among which the spirit girl Shalamander Uslan definitely contributed to it, but the report could not mention the alien, so it became the hellbeast that the ancient warrior Hiller and Fu Jinghai had killed together.

Gurt said: "Aoyama, you killed one of the company commanders of the Whisperers, but unfortunately that guy has probably lost his bones under the orbital bombardment, otherwise you can use his weapon as your battle memento." ”

Fu Jinghai shook his head, he was not very interested in this so-called "battle meubia" that only had a show-off effect but no practical effect.

Besides, the enemy's weapons are nothing, and he knows a man who likes to cut off the enemy's body parts as a souvenir.

Bidding farewell to Gurt, Fu Jinghai returned to his personal rest cabin for a little repair.

Break your heart with the true trophy of Valyrian steel and put it in your weapon case.

Fu Jinghai looked at this black long sword with a simple shape, judging from the size of the blade and hilt, this should be a long-handled sword, which is the so-called "big sword", the size and weight are between a two-handed giant sword and a one-handed thin sword.

Of course, this is relative to ordinary humans, and for Astarte, Broken Heart is the equivalent of a fighting short sword in his hand.

Fu Jinghai closed the weapon case, took off the huge power armor, changed into a simple and loose gray civilian robe, and went to the restaurant on the cruiser.

Fu Jinghai walked into the empty restaurant, took a few random foods, and was about to find a place to sit down, when he suddenly heard someone shouting from the side:

"Hey, Whitescar, over here!"

Fu Jinghai, who was holding the food, turned his head to see that it was three extreme warriors sitting at the table and eating.

Among them, waving to him was a young warrior with curly blond hair.

"Here, come and sit here."

Fu Jinghai walked over, and the golden curly hair beckoned him to sit down.

This young man wearing power armor and blue eyes and golden curly hair showed an enthusiastic smile and said:

"Hello, warrior of the white scar, introduce yourself, my name is Papastathopoulos, you can call me Papa."

Fu Jinghai looked at this self-familiar golden curly, nodded, and said:

"Aoyama, my name."

"Welcome to the Saussalan, Aoyama, and let me introduce you, the man across from you is called Dunlop."

The golden curly-haired Papa pointed to a pale, short-haired, middle-aged warrior sitting opposite Fu Jinghai.

The soldier's face was resolute and serious, and he was eating food meticulously in silence, when he heard this, he raised his head, nodded to Fu Jinghai, and lowered his head to continue eating.

Then Papastathopoulos pointed to the brown-backed warrior sitting across from him, and said:

"This is Abner Willard, and both of them are my squad mates."

Abner Willard saw that Fu Jinghai seemed a little uncomfortable with Papa's self-acquaintance, and smiled and explained:

"Don't mind, White Scar's warrior, Papa was a recruit who was only promoted the year before, and he didn't have any experience fighting with the Fifth Legion in the past, so I'm curious about you."

Fu Jinghai said that he didn't mind, but he didn't think that Papa's next sentence would surprise him a little:

"Do you remember me, we agreed."

Fu Jinghai was shocked and asked, "Have we met?" ”

Papa nodded affirmatively and said:

"On the surface of Planet Loswell 7, do you remember, that trick ......"

As he spoke, Papa raised his hand at the table and gestured.

"You ...... That'...... Two clicks, and the result is the one who said it. ”

"Oh......" Fu Jinghai suddenly said.

It was the Ultramariner he had met when he had followed Gurt's Stinger team into the Whisperer Trenches, and the other party was wearing a helmet at the time, and his voice filtered through the megaphone was different from the slightly shrill voice of the young man now.

Willard, who finally understood, laughed and said:

"You have to be careful, Aoyama, this guy is obsessed with martial arts, and he will definitely pester you all day."

Sure enough, after eating, Papa invited Fu Jinghai to go to the training cage to compete.

Fu Jinghai did not refuse to come, and he was idle anyway.

Besides, Wokotai had long expected this to happen, but Papa's purpose was relatively simple, that is, he simply wanted to learn martial arts.

In Ogedei's past experience and assumptions, when the people of White Scar go to the territory of other legions, they will definitely be provoked and dismounted, so they selected a person with the strongest melee weapon fighting to go over, just to not lose White Scar's face.

Just as he was about to get up and head to the training cage, the taciturn Dunlop suddenly said:

"Aoyama...... You're that Aoyama! ”

Fu Jinghai was stunned when he heard this, which Qingshan? Meaning, there is a second Aoyama on this ship?

The two companions also looked at each other suspiciously.

"You're the Aoyama who killed the Hellbeast and the Whisperer Commander in the post-battle summary report of the landing battle."

Dunlop said.

"Oh, I remembered, too...... Oh my god, you look so young. Willard also reacted, and looked at Fu Jinghai again with a surprised expression.

After reading the post-war report, they imagined that the "green mountain" should be an image of a century-old veteran with a face full of vicissitudes and a long battle, and they didn't think about this young soldier as young as Papa in front of them for a while.

"I used some stratagem, luck, luck......"

Fu Jinghai still has to be modest here, he really doesn't have the ability to confront the dreadnought mecha head-on, he is afraid that this group of extreme warriors will find him a dreadnought mecha to fight, then there is no need.

Dunlop, a middle-aged warrior with a short white head, patted Papa's shoulder and said:

"I won't go over to watch the battle, the end is already doomed."

The golden curly-haired Papa looked unconvinced.

……

"Bang!"

For the third time, Papa was thrown to the ground.

"Qingshan, you are cheating, this is not fair!"

Papa, who was sitting on the ground, shouted.

At this moment, his golden curls were already wet with sweat, and strands were sticking to his forehead one by one.

Fu Jinghai casually shook the knife flower, inserted the training weapon back into its place, and said casually:

"How do you think I killed the Hellbeast? Is it a fair duel? ”

Just now he put on a sword fighting posture, using the pace of the sword fight and the distance of the sword fight, and then he hit Papa's chin with a shoulder slam with a Tieshan leaning style after opening Papapa's sword.

These tricks were all rotten on Albuslang.

Defeating Papastathopoulos did not give Fu Jinghai any psychological satisfaction, nor could it bring progress to his martial arts, and there was a feeling of teaching a child.

Fu Jinghai said: "Let's get here first today, I'll go back." ”

Saying goodbye to Papa, Fu Jinghai returned to the rest cabin and changed his clothes, replacing his tight training clothes with looser casual clothes.

Then Fu Jinghai walked out of the rest cabin, it may have been the rest time in the battleship's rest time, and there were not a few crew members in the passage.

Fu Jinghai casually wandered around the battleship, but this time without the attendant officer of Frajos, who was now very busy.

Fu Jinghai walked to the outside of an auditorium-like hall and found that it was a mess of musical instruments and oil painting easels, and a group of men and women dressed in different costumes were talking in low voices or talking loudly.

It doesn't look like a soldier at all.

Gurt, who happened to be dressed in armor, walked up to him, and when he saw Fu Jinghai looking inside, he explained in a low voice:

"Those people are the narrators, you should know, and you probably have them in your white-scarred expeditionary fleet."

"Oh."

Fu Jinghai understood.

Although there was no narrator on the frigate Stiletto, it did not prevent him from knowing about the group.

In the middle of the Great Expedition, at the suggestion of Prime Minister Macardo, the Emperor sent Terra and literary and artistic workers from all major regions to join the Great Expedition, and to write and celebrate the results of the expedition in various ways.

In short, it is a political propaganda campaign that preaches the legitimacy and justice of the Empire's recovery of mankind's lost colonies, and is a standing non-military unit in the expeditionary fleets, just like the propagandists responsible for propagating the truth of the Empire.

The narrator is somewhat similar to a journalist, but not exactly a journalist.

Although they work as journalists, the narrators themselves may be photographers, documentary directors, writers, poets, and so on.

When they first arrived on the expedition, they were alien to the professional soldiers, they were curious about everything, they were free-spirited, they did not obey discipline, and they did not know what it meant to be forbidden to do so.

Rieman Ruth, the genetic prototype of the Space Wolf Legion, even offered to issue weapons to these people to use as cannon fodder on the front line.

"These guys have stopped a lot lately." Gurt looked at the scene of low air pressure and explained:

"The rebellion of the war commander Horus, the whole empire has become a pot of porridge, the concept of these people has been impacted, and they are still in a state of fear all day long, and they are no longer as idle and elegant as they were at the beginning, but they have made us manage a lot better."

Fu Jinghai nodded, indicating understanding.

During the Great Expedition, the entire galaxy, but where the Terra Torch can shine, whether it is the alien force or the old human colonies that are unwilling to submit, are basically no match for the Astarte Legion, except for the battle with the Orc Urano, but the narrators have not yet joined the expeditionary fleet when they fought that battle, and by the time they came to the expeditionary fleet, the human empire was already invincible in the galaxy.

It is a very honorable job to follow the expeditionary fleet, and to be a narrator is more or less related within the empire, and many of the narrator's families are famous and wealthy families in Terra.

As a result, after the Horus rebellion, these people had no way to return to Terra, return to their respective families, and follow their fleet to participate in the counterinsurgency.

"They usually like to gather in this auditorium, which is an area designated by the commander for them to drink, brag, chat and fart before the rebellion, and these guys can't survive without socializing for a day."

"The post-war report of Planet Lothwell 7 somehow spread in the circles of the narrator, who knew that the losses of the Ultramarines were great, and now they were even more worried and afraid. Alas, as long as they don't cause trouble, I don't want to waste time here, just ignore them, Aoyama. ”

As a simple and self-disciplined Astarte monk, Goult naturally has no good face for this group of people who are engaged in literature and art, and complained to Fu Jinghai for a while, and after patting Fu Jinghai on the shoulder, he went to do something else.

Fu Jinghai is not so resistant to the narrators, it is understandable to have some fun in his leisure time, after all, what is the saying?

Power is temporary, but laughter is eternal.

Fu Jinghai is studying and training so hard now, on the one hand, to satisfy his curiosity, and on the other hand, to live better in the world of reincarnation.

He is still an earthling in his bones, if he is not forced by the pressure of survival, he is not willing to train every day in the cage scarred and kill in the sea of corpses and blood.

Fu Jinghai, who was standing at the door of the auditorium, hesitated for a moment.

Thinking, hey, I'm idle anyway, and I'm bored right now, so why don't you go in and slip around?

The right is a post-war psychological adjustment.

Fu Jinghai walked into the auditorium.

The moment he walked into the auditorium, several pairs of eyes were fixed on him.

It is not uncommon for other crew members to come here for a while, but Astarte is rarely allowed to come in, and Space Marines avoid this place.

As soon as Fu Jinghai entered, a man in a black tuxedo holding a plate suddenly came to Fu Jinghai, respectfully handed the wine in the tray upward, and said:

"Welcome, Lord Astarte, your presence has brought the Hall of Inspiration to life."

Fu Jinghai casually took a glass of wine from the tray, pinched the delicate goblet in his hand, and asked curiously:

"You call this the Hall of Inspiration? Are you a waiter here? ”

The black-haired ponytail man in a tuxedo immediately explained:

"Oh no, no, no, no, you misunderstood, my lord, there are no waiters here, everyone is up to themselves, my name is Hall Kemp, you can call me Hall, I'm a composer."

Fu Jinghai took a sip of the wine in the glass, smashed his mouth, and said:

"It's not a good wine."

It doesn't feel like it's as good as the sparkling wine on Earth in the previous life, and I don't know if it's because the tastes of humans will change in the future or what.

Hall Kemp laughed and said, "I agree with you that these wines are only worthy of being found in the sewers of the nest. But there is no way, the supply lines of the Sosalan and the rear have long been cut off, and these wines are the last bit of stock, and if it weren't for your arrival, I wouldn't even be willing to take it out for entertainment. ”

Then, the black-haired ponytail man said:

"To answer your question, we call this the Hall of Inspiration because it has given us an endless source of inspiration, where we speak loudly, where we argue and debate, where we recite poetry, where we have burst out with infinite creative passion...... Alas, at least before the rebellion. ”

At this, Hall sighed.

Fu Jinghai looked around and noticed that most of the narrators were anxious and sorrowful, and Astarte's superior sense of hearing allowed him to hear, and what they were discussing was not all kinds of art, but speculation about the situation of the war on the front line, and confusion about the unknown future.

Of course, there are also many people who are happy in suffering, self-pity and self-deprecation, use alcohol to kill their sorrows, or give up on themselves, and those who engage in art are often more sensitive and fragile.

"Hmm......" Fu Jinghai was noncommittal, he was here to pass the boring time, but apparently most of the narrators looked a little sad.

Fu Jinghai lowered his head and touched the cup with Hall, and drank the remaining wine in the cup.

Hall saw that this Astarte seemed to be easier to speak, so he boldly asked:

"My lord, people here are curious about you...... Uh, no offense, I mean, very few Astartes would want to come to the Hall of Inspiration, you're one of the few, I'd love to know, what you're here for? ”

Fu Jinghai put the empty wine glass back on the tray and said:

"I'm just here to have some fun, by the way, can the piano work?"

Uh, find... Dot... Happy... Child?

Hall Camp was a little stunned for a moment, this was the first time he had heard these words from the mouth of an Astarte monk, and he subconsciously replied:

"Yes, when ...... Of course you can......"

When he came back to his senses, he found that Fu Jinghai had already walked to the black grand piano placed in the center of the hall.

Fu Jinghai walked through the crowd gathered in twos and threes, and these men and women in different clothes saw a tall Astarte approaching, looked at him curiously, and got out of the way.

Astarte in the crowd stood out.

Fu Jinghai walked slowly to the piano, pulled out the stool and sat down.

With his hands in front of the black and white keys, he pondered for a moment, recalling the repertoire he had practiced in his early years.

"Eh......" Hall Kemp stopped in mid-air with half of his hand raised, just about to remind the Space Marine, that the black grand piano was a replica of an ancient Terra instrument, a very precious antique, and it should not be broken.

But as a composer, when he saw Fu Jinghai's posture, he knew that he could play this instrument, and he immediately kept silent.

Attracted by Fu Jinghai's actions, the eyes of many people in the auditorium were focused, and they watched the little giant-like Astarte sitting in front of the piano, and couldn't help but start whispering, and their curious eyes kept looking, guessing what he wanted to do.

Fu Jinghai closed his eyes and thought about it for a moment, opened his eyes, and pressed his fingertips lightly.

Accompanied by the low and melodious sound of the piano, Fu Jinghai sang softly:

“Hello darkness my old friend，

I've come to talk with you again……”

A low, magnetic voice echoed through the auditorium, and the auditorium, which was still a little noisy, fell silent in an instant.

"Wow......" some shouted in a low voice.

"I saw something, I saw an Astarte singing." A woman whispered in surprise.

"He can also play the piano...... Oh my God, I thought they were all violent machines with only a head that knew nothing but killing. The other woman said, covering her mouth.

"Shh......h Be quiet! ”

Fu Jinghai ignored those whispers, and continued to play and sing with his shoulders relaxed:

“Because a vision softly creeping，

Left its seeds while I was sleeping，

And the vision that was planted in my brain

Still remains

Within the sound……

of silence！ ”

Fu Jinghai controlled, slowed down the BPM of the original song of "The Sound of Silence" a lot, and slowly played and sang at a slower speed.

Like many children, Fu Jinghai was forced by his parents to practice the piano when he was a child, but the reason why he was able to persist occasionally was not for the exam, but to be able to play some of his favorite tracks, such as this "Sound of Silence".

I just feel that the lyrics at the moment are a bit appropriate for the occasion, and I don't know if it is in response to my mood or the atmosphere in the auditorium.

Maybe it's the answer to this uncertain future, the unknown road to Mars.

“＇Fools＇said I，＇You don't know

Silence like a cancer grows.

Hear my words that I might teach you，

Take my arms that I might reach you.＇”

As Fu Jinghai continued to play and sing, the inspiration hall became audible, and only his piano sound echoed.

The narrators also went from their initial surprise at Astarte's singing to their appreciation of the song.

"Ah......h This ......"

Composer Hall Kemp was already tingling and trembling with excitement.

The lyrics and music of this song made him feel like a god.

“And whisper'd in the sounds……

of silence.”

After singing the last lyrics, Fu Jinghai also pressed the last key with both hands.

There was silence in the auditorium, and then there was a burst of applause and cheers.

"Fantastic, perfect!"

"Impeccable performance!"

"The throne is above, isn't it rumored that the Astartes will be brainwashed when they are undergoing transformation? How can he still understand music. A man asked, puzzled.

"I've been on the Saussalan for two years, why haven't I seen this Astarte before?"

"I've heard of him, he's a warrior from the White Scar Legion, and it's said to be a legion of Space Marines from a savage planet."

"Wow, that's a good way to speak low Gothic." A woman whispered with her mouth covered.

"This warrior looks so young, could it be that the memories before the transformation have not been completely forgotten...... Well, I could have written another romance novel at this beginning. Another woman had already begun to fantasize about a small theater in her mind.

In fact, Fu Jinghai's performance was not so perfect, and he played a few wrong notes, but the fact that the emperor's superhuman soldier could also play the piano brought too much impact to the narrators, and many people did not know about this antique instrument, so there were a lot of exaggerated praises.

A woman wearing a black halterneck backless evening dress, with intricate and gorgeous hair in a bun, revealing a large area of snow-white skin, holding a goblet, and delicate makeup, took a sip of wine lightly and whispered:

"He looks pretty handsome, but it's a pity ......"

"What a pity?" A companion next to him joked with a smile.

"Of course you know what it's a pity, Claire, and it is said that the Astartes don't have that desire."

"Haha, even if you have that desire, are you sure you can withstand it?"

Fu Jinghai got up from the stool, and Hall Kemp, who was not far away, hurriedly walked over and said eagerly:

"Amazing playing, amazing songs, can I know its name, sir?"

"'The Sound of Silence,' the name of the song."

"Silence......" Hall Kemp smacked the name, his face satisfied, and then he immediately asked:

"Is this a song you wrote?"

"No, it's not, it's an old ballad from my hometown."

From the Earth tens of thousands of years ago, now Terra.

"Great, this song, I ...... I couldn't find the words to describe it for a while. Hall Kemp was a little agitated and incoherent.

The position of "The Sound of Silence" in the history of music is indeed difficult to define, it is a ballad, it is deeper than a ballad, it is more melodious than rock, and the lyrics have a bit of psychedelic flavor, it is a masterpiece of the American "Beat School" period, and it is no wonder that Hall Kemp, the composer, could not find the right adjective to describe it for a while.

Many people enthusiastically gathered around, intending to talk to Fu Jinghai, and some wanted to interview Fu Jinghai, but Fu Jinghai didn't want to deal with this, waved his hand, and avoided the crowd and walked to the door of the auditorium.

Hall Kemp stood in place, still unwilling in his heart, thinking that he would hand the soldier a drink as soon as he came up, which could be regarded as a little friendship, so he hurriedly chased after him.

Hall chased after Fu Jinghai and asked in a low voice:

"My lord, I don't know your name yet?"

"Aoyama, my name is Aoyama." Fu Jing walked by the sea.

Listening to the name is different from the style of the Ultramarines, Hale thought to himself.

Hall added:

"I would venture to ask, can I get the score for this song? Sorry, I love it so much. ”

Fu Jinghai stopped thinking about it, nodded and said, "Yes." ”

Then he continued on his way out.

Hall hurriedly asked:

"So where do I get this score?"

Fu Jing posted his cabin number, and then walked out of the auditorium without looking back.

And in the crowd behind Fu Jinghai, a woman with big black wavy hair was looking at his back meaningfully.

……