Sevita felt a strong gust of wind coming from behind him.

The power armor immediately began to warn, and the various readings on the eyepiece jumped quickly as if he was crazy, and he came back to his senses in silence, the chainsaw halberd in his hand did not mean to be waved, but there was a slight stiffness in his body.

Then, unsurprisingly, he saw Karil Lohals.

The latter was galloping to kill, and no matter how many times he watched it, Sevita's two hearts would beat faster at the sight of another masterpiece from the instructor.

Carlil was almost just a shadow, black and white, simple and distinct, like the horizon approaching dawn in the wee hours of the morning. He swept past the firing orcs, and the dark blue cold light in his hand flickered, and dozens of heads flew up in the air in the next second with ease.

The headless bodies of the orcs fell to the ground, their metal armor crashing heavily against the ground. The voice rang out, and at the same time, Karil's voice came from behind Sevita.

So unconscionable, yet so natural.

"Why are you standing here stupidly, Sai?"

"I'm not standing stupid, it's just that you've killed all my enemies." Sevita reluctantly turned around, the scarlet eyepiece on the batwing helmet reflecting the face of a skeleton. "And why did you get to the ground again?"

"Don't I even have this bit of freedom? Or am I bothering you with your stealth tactics? ”

"Probably both."

Sevita withdrew his gaze, trying not to make real eye contact with the surging cloak behind the instructor - even though the cloak had no eyes, he felt it was looking at him.

"But."

"Don't do this, Yago Sevitalyon." Carlil suddenly changed to a serious tone. "Maybe I can't set foot in normal warfare anymore, but the orcs are different, and their stupid open-mindedness makes them not care if they die or not. For these creatures, the battle itself is a compliment. ”

Sevita shrugged and said nothing.

"Looks like we've really taught you too well." Carlil said, a smile hidden in his voice. "But then again. Why did you turn down another promotion recently? ”

"What?" Sevita blinked, knowing that his current expression would not be captured by the instructor, so he could safely and boldly engage in this kind of serious thinking that would reveal micro-expressions. "What promotion, I don't understand, instructor."

"There's a clear difference between playing stupid and being really stupid, and if you play the former too many times, you may really become stupid."

"Huh?" Sevita shrugged again in bewilderment. "I really don't understand what you're talking about."

Carlil looked at him for a moment, then suddenly chuckled, "Whatever you want, Sai." You've obviously been through a lot in the 18 years I've been absent, so come and talk to me about it when you're interested. ”

He turned and walked away.

Sevita looked at his back, not knowing what to say for a moment.

After a while, he removed his helmet and revealed his face, which had several hideous scars on Nostramo's pale face, one of which stretched across his cheekbones and lips, giving him a natural sneer.

Sevita liked it, but didn't like what brought it.

He thought in silence, the corners of his mouth twitching from time to time, and the smile became more natural. A few minutes later, Yago Sevitalyon, who had become a sergeant of the 1st Company but refused to be promoted three times, sighed and put on his helmet and left the battlefield.

They have all become too many, but only Karil Lohals has been consistent.

Sevita returned to the rear of the position on foot, and it didn't take long. It's not just the Nightblades in midnight armor here, but others whose armor is painted quite simply, with silver, black, and gold creating a steely coldness.

Along the way, from time to time, someone nodded to him or simply punched his chest in the chest for a warmer welcome. There's the Nightblade, and there's the Iron Warrior. Sevita ignored anyone's greetings and walked all the way into an underground facility.

Here, there is a lonely Iron Warrior who is making a careful and meticulous deduction of the tactical sand table.

Sevita glanced at him, not choosing to interrupt. He leaned against the improvised mixed material wall with his hands folded, his posture nonchalant, but his eyes were quite sharp under the eyepieces.

Of course, this isn't the first time Midnight Blade has teamed up with Iron Warriors, and if you want to go back to the roots, the first time between them probably dates back to one day many years ago.

What happened that day was known only to a few people, and Sevita was barely one of them, and he was revealed to be a few words. And this cooperation is the seventeenth cooperation between them.

Yes, it may sound paradoxical, but the Iron Warriors do often act alongside the Nightblades. They attack from the front, draw the line, attract attention, and then the Nightblade performs the decapitation tactic

Sevita calls this tried-and-true combination a combination boxing tactic.

His ability to simply name was ridiculed by Shen for a while, but the title soon began to spread. In the end, even the Iron Warriors' primordial Perturabo himself uttered the word "Combination Punch" at a combat meeting.

Sevita didn't get excited for even a second, but he pretended to be excited and laughed at Shen for four and a half months, and the matter finally ended with the adjutant of the fourth company forcing him into the dueling cage with a knife.

Adjutant Saivita pouted. I've become an adjutant.

"Sergeant Yago Savitarion." A voice suddenly rang out in front of the tactical deduction table. "I notice you're pondering, do you have any ideas for my next tactical set-up?"

"Nope." Sevita spread her hands cleanly. "I'm just thinking about what kind of nutritious porridge I'm going to have tonight, Dantiok."

"Shouldn't you call me company commander in wartime?"

"I feel like we're at the same level."

"But you're a sergeant." The war blacksmith of the Iron Warriors' fifty-first expeditionary fleet frowned and gave Sevita an uppercut with a seriousness that implied mockery. "Shouldn't you call me sir?"

Sevita looked at him wordlessly, not speaking.

"Okay." Dantiok shook his head. "But I don't understand why you're so resistant to promotion, you've been given company command."

"You won't understand, and I don't need it at all." Sevita replied softly. "Also, I just went to the front of the sixth position to take a look, and the green-skinned mongrels haven't fled, they're still trying to find a way to fight back."

"Not surprisingly." Said the war blacksmith. "I'm not surprised by this, cousin. Orcs are notoriously stubborn and fanatical, otherwise how could they occupy such a vast area of the Ulanor system? It's really rare to see this kind of alien figure throughout the galaxy. ”

"I don't think those pointy ears are too much."

"You mean the Elvens?" The war blacksmith thought for a moment and nodded approvingly. "That's true, and they're all over the place. And it's not much easier to deal with than orcs. ”

"So, which alien do you think is the most difficult to deal with?" Sevita asked casually.

Without thinking a little, Dantyok blurted out a name in an instant: "Herud." ”

He was not wearing a helmet, so Sevita could clearly see every detail of the Olympian's expression. It was an expression of hatred, rejoicing, and fear.

"There's no creacy in the galaxy that can give me such creeps, Sevita. They're almost one." The war blacksmith shook his head. "I don't know how to describe it, but they're completely disgusting, in every detail."

"But you won."

"yes." The war blacksmith sighed with a little emotion. "But my primordial isn't happy about it, and in order to reduce casualties, we have to work with the Imperial Fist. Company Commander Frix said privately that he felt that the original body was going crazy for the past few days. ”

Sevita chuckled twice and didn't make any comments. Of course, he couldn't figure out where the culture of hostility to the Imperial Fist in the Iron Warriors came from, but for him, as long as he could avoid meeting the Imperial Fist.

No, let's put it another way.

It's okay to meet, as long as you don't meet Sigismund.

"Don't talk about that." Dantiok spoke with a slight seriousness, turning the subject in a different direction. He raised his hand and rotated the holographic projection of the tactical sandbox in a directional direction, allowing Sevita to clearly observe every detail of it.

The sergeant of the 1st Company of the Nightblade observed it and quickly came to the conclusion - yes, his tactical literacy was also quite good, but he didn't use it much.

No, actually, he basically doesn't use it.

"You want a general attack from the west?" Sevita's eyes narrowed. "Oh, that's quite a risky tactic. We all know there's an orc fortress to the west, right? You've seen the rough cannons jutting out of the cliffs, and I don't think we're going to be able to launch a general attack on them at this time. ”

"Nope." Dantiok shook his head. "I'm surprised why you would think that, it's the ninth hundred and ninety-ninth year of the thirtieth millennium, and the Iron Warriors will no longer rush to attack any of the fortresses. We will only do this if we are sure that we can win. ”

"So—" Sevita tilted her head. "—or a combination punch tactic?"

"Classic, but easy to use." Danteok gave a rare smile. "Can you deny it?"

"I'm fed to deny it at such a time." Sevita said. "And I didn't eat dinner, Dantiok. Okay, so be it. When to attack? ”

"Tonight." War Blacksmith said, his eyes sparkling.

And also. Well, I don't know how many chapters there are, so let's write them first.

(End of chapter)