Chapter 50 The Sound of Silence
Fu Qihai left the medical room, and Guert, who was guarding the door, came over, handed Fu Qihai a tablet, and said:
"Qingshan, this is the final post-war summary report, you may not have read it yet."
"Okay." Fu Qihai took it and flipped through it.
Yo... Only after reading the post-war summary report did Fu Qihai realize that the Word Bearer wearing the Terminator Tactical Dreadnought Armor he killed was actually the commander of the transport fleet, Darren Clofa.
But this feat has to be delayed a little bit, because the first place is to kill a hell beast.
Seeing this, Fu Qihai couldn't help but feel a little ashamed. The hell beast and the ancient warrior Hiller had already fought a battle, and then he and the Howling Banshee used tricks to kill them together. Among them, the spirit girl Salamander Uslan absolutely The credit is indispensable, but the alien cannot be mentioned in the report, so it became the hell beast killed by the sacrificed ancient warriors Hiller and Fu Qihai.
Guert said: "Qingshan, you killed a company commander of the Word Bearers, but unfortunately, that guy probably has no bones left in the orbital bombing, otherwise his weapon can be used as your battle souvenir."
Fu Qihai shook his head, he was not very interested in such so-called "battle souvenirs" that were only for showing off but had no practical effect.
Besides, what are the enemy's weapons? He also knows a person who likes to cut off the enemy's body parts as souvenirs.
After bidding farewell to Guert, Fu Qihai returned to his personal rest cabin for a little refreshment.
Put the real trophy, the Valyrian steel sword, into your weapon chest.
Fu Qihai looked at this simple black long sword. Judging from the size of the blade and hilt, it should be a long-handled sword, also known as a "big sword", whose size and weight are between that of a two-handed giant sword. And between the one-handed rapier.
Of course, this is relative to ordinary humans. For Astartes, a broken heart is equivalent to a fighting dagger in his hand.
Fu Qihai closed the weapon box, took off the huge power armor, put on a simple and loose gray casual robe, and went to the restaurant on the cruiser.
Fu Qihai walked into the empty restaurant, picked up some food at random, and was about to find a place to sit down when he heard someone shouting from the side:
"Hey, Warrior of the White Scars, this way!"
Fu Qihai, who was carrying the food, turned his head and saw three Ultramarines sitting at the dining table eating.
One of them was waving to him, a young warrior with golden curly hair.
"Here, sit here."
Fu Qihai walked over, and the golden curly hair beckoned him to sit down.
This young guy with blue eyes and blond curly hair wearing power armor showed a warm smile and said:
"Hello, warrior with white scars, let me introduce myself, my name is Papastathopoulos, you can call me Papa."
Fu Qihai looked at the familiar golden curly hair, nodded, and said:
"Qingshan, my name."
"Welcome to the Sosaland, Qingshan, let me introduce you, the person opposite you is called Dunlop."
Papa with golden curly hair pointed to a pale, short-haired middle-aged soldier sitting opposite Fu Chenghai.
The soldier had a resolute and serious face, and was silently eating food meticulously. Hearing this, he raised his head, nodded to Fu Qihai, then lowered his head and continued eating.
Then, Papastathopoulos pointed to the brown-haired warrior sitting opposite him, and said:
"This is Abner Willard, both of them are my squadmates."
Abner Willard saw that Fu Qinghai seemed a little uncomfortable with Papa's familiarity, so he smiled and explained:
"Don't mind, warrior of the White Scars, Papa was a recruit who was promoted only the year before last. He has no experience of fighting with the Fifth Legion in the past, so he is more curious about you."
Fu Qihai said that he didn't mind, but he didn't expect Papa's next sentence to surprise him:
"Do you remember me, we agreed."
Fu Qihai was startled, and asked, "Have we met?"
Papa nodded affirmatively and said:
"On the surface of Planet Loswell 7, do you remember, that trick..."
As he said that, Papa raised his hand on the dining table and gestured.
"You do this... that... twice, and you ended up with the Word Bearer."
"Oh..." Fu Qihai was stunned.
I remembered that it was the Ultramarine he met when he followed Guert's Stinger team into the Word Bearers' trenches. At that time, the other party was wearing a helmet, and the voice filtered through the loudspeaker was also a little bit shriller than the young one now. The voice is different.
Willard, who finally understood at the side, smiled, and said:
"You have to be careful, Qingshan, this guy is obsessed with fighting, he will definitely haunt you all day long."
Sure enough, after the meal, Papa invited Fu Qihai to go to the training cage to discuss.
Fu Qihai did not refuse anyone who came, and he had nothing to do anyway.
What's more, Wo Kuotai had expected this to happen a long time ago, but Papa's purpose is relatively simple, that is, he simply wants to learn martial arts.
According to Wo Kuotai's past experiences and assumptions, the White Scars will definitely be provoked and dismounted when they arrive at the territory of other legions. Therefore, a person with the strongest melee weapons was selected to go there, just to avoid losing the White Scars. Face.
Just about to get up and go to the training cage, the taciturn Dunlop suddenly said:
"Qingshan...you are that Qingshan!"
Fu Qinghai was stunned when he heard this, which Qingshan? Does this mean there is a second Qingshan on this ship?
The two companions also looked over in confusion.
"You are the Qingshan who killed the Hell Beast and the Commander of the Word Bearers in the summary report after the landing battle."
Dunlop said.
"Oh, I remembered it too...my God, you look so young." Willard also reacted and looked at Fu Qinghai again with a surprised look on his face.
After reading the post-war report, they imagined that "Qingshan" should be a century-old veteran with a face full of vicissitudes of life and a long history of battles. For a while, they did not think about the soldier who was as young as Papa in front of them.
"I used some tricks, luck, luck..."
Fu Qinghai still needs to be modest here. He really doesn't have the ability to compete with the Dreadnought Mecha head-on. He is afraid that these enthusiastic Ultramarines will find him a Dreadnought Mecha to fight against, so there is no need.
Dunlop, a middle-aged warrior with short white hair, patted Papa on the shoulder and said:
"I won't go over to watch the battle. The outcome has already been determined."
The golden curly Pappa looked unconvinced.
...
"Boom!"
Papa was knocked to the ground for the third time.
"Qingshan, you are cheating, this is unfair!"
cried Papa, who was sitting on the ground.
At this moment, his golden curly hair was wet with sweat and stuck to his forehead strand by strand.
Fu Qinghai flicked the knife, inserted the training weapon back into place, and said casually:
"How else do you think I killed the Hell Beast? Is it a fair duel?"
Just now he was in a sword-fighting stance, using sword-fighting steps and sword-fighting distance. Then, after blocking Papa's sword, he hit Papa on the chin with an iron-mountain shoulder-butt move. .
These tricks were all worn out by Albus Lang.
Defeating Papastathopoulos did not give Fu Qinghai any psychological satisfaction, nor did it bring improvement to his martial arts. It felt like he was teaching a child a lesson.
Fu Qinghai said: "Let's go here today, I'm going back."
Saying goodbye to Papa, Fu Qinghai returned to the rest cabin and changed his clothes, changing from tight training clothes to looser casual clothes.
Then Fu Qinghai walked out of the rest cabin. It was probably the rest time in the battleship's schedule. There were not many crew members visible in the passage.
Fu Qinghai wandered around the battleship casually, but this time he was not accompanied by Vlahos's attendant, who was very busy now.
Fu Qinghai walked outside an auditorium-like hall and found that it was in a mess, with various musical instruments, oil painting stands and other items placed inside. A group of men and women in different clothes were inside, either talking in low voices or talking loudly.
It doesn't look like a soldier at all.
Just then Gurt, who was wearing armor, came towards him. He saw Fu Qinghai looking inside, and explained in a low voice:
"Those people are the chroniclers. You should know that there are probably some in your White Scar expedition fleet."
"oh."
Fu Qinghai understood.
Although there is no reporter on board the Gladius frigate, it does not prevent him from knowing this group of people.
In the middle of the Great Crusade, at the suggestion of Prime Minister Malcador, the Emperor sent Terra and literary and artistic workers from various major ruled areas to join the ranks of the Great Crusade, using various methods to record and praise the achievements of the Empire's expedition.
In short, it is to engage in political propaganda and promote the legitimacy and justice of the empire in recovering the lost colonies of mankind. Like the preachers responsible for promoting the truth of the empire, it is a standing non-military unit in each expedition fleet.
A reporter is somewhat similar to a reporter, but not quite a reporter.
Although they work as reporters, the narrators may be photographers, documentary directors, writers, poets, etc. by profession.
When these people first came to the expedition team, they seemed incompatible with professional soldiers. They were full of curiosity about everything, free and undisciplined, and did not understand what orders and prohibitions meant.
Leman Russ, the Primarch of the Space Wolves, even offered to give these people weapons to use as cannon fodder on the front lines.
"These guys have stopped a lot recently." Looking at the scene of low air pressure inside, Guert explained:
"The rebellion of Warmaster Horus has turned the entire empire into a mess. These people's ideas have been impacted, and they are still in a state of fear all day long. They are no longer as relaxed and elegant as they were at the beginning, but it makes us a lot easier to manage. "
Fu Qihai nodded, expressing his understanding.
During the Great Crusade, in the entire galaxy, wherever the Terra Star Torch could shine, no matter whether it was alien forces or old human colonies that were unwilling to submit, they were basically no match for the Legiones Astartes, except against the Orks. The Battle of Ullanor, but the narrators had not yet joined the expedition fleet when they fought that battle. By the time they came to the expedition fleet, the Human Empire was already considered invincible in defeating the entire galaxy.
Going on an expedition with the expedition fleet is a very honorable job. Those who can become narrators are more or less connected within the empire. Many of the families of narrators are famous and wealthy families in Terra.
As a result, after the Horus Heresy occurred, these people were unable to return to Terra and their respective families. They had to follow their fleets to participate in countering the rebellion. In the past, they only had to hide in the rear and recite poems to fight against, but now they had to go to the front line, which inevitably made them feel a little panicked. It feels like all day long.
"They usually like to gather in this auditorium. Before the rebellion, this was the area specially designated by the commander for them to drink, brag, chat and fart. These guys can't live without socializing for a day."
"For some reason, the post-war report on Planet Loswell 7 has also spread among the circle of narrators. They know that the Ultramarines have lost a lot, and now they are even more worried. Alas, as long as they don't cause trouble, I I don't want to waste time here, just ignore them, Qingshan."
As a simple and self-disciplined Astartes monk, Guert naturally didn't have a good look at these people who were engaged in literature and art. He complained to Fu Qihai for a while, then patted Fu Qihai on the shoulder, and then went to work on other things It's over.
Fu Qihai was not so resistant to the narrators. It is understandable to have some fun in his spare time. After all, what is the saying?
Power is only temporary, but laughter is eternal.
Fu Qihai is studying and training so hard now, on the one hand, to satisfy his thirst for knowledge, 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 would not be willing to fight every day in the training cage with scars and corpses in the sea of blood.
Fu Qihai, who was standing at the entrance of the auditorium, hesitated for a while.
Thinking, hey, I am idle anyway, and it happens that I am very bored now, why not go in for a stroll?
The right is the psychological adjustment after the war.
Fu Qihai stepped into the auditorium.
The moment he walked into the auditorium, several pairs of eyes were fixed on him.
Other crew members on the battleship often come here for recreation, but almost no Astartes come in, and the space warriors can be said to avoid this place.
As soon as Fu Qihai entered, a man in a black tuxedo came to Fu Qihai with a tray, respectfully handed over the wine on the tray, and said:
"Welcome, Lord Astarte, your arrival makes the Hall of Inspiration flourish."
Fu Qihai casually took a glass of wine from the tray, held the exquisite goblet in his hand, and asked curiously:
"You call this the Hall of Inspiration? Are you the waiter here?"
The dark-haired ponytail man in a tuxedo immediately explained:
"Oh no no no, you misunderstood, my lord, there are no waiters here, everyone is self-help, my name is Hall Kemp, you can call me Hall, I am a composer."
Fu Qihai took a sip of the wine in the glass, smacked his mouth, and said:
"This wine is really not very good."
I feel that it is not as good as the ordinary sparkling wine on the earth in the previous life. I don't know if the taste of human beings has changed in the future or what.
Hall Kemp laughed, and said: "I agree with your conclusion that these wines are only suitable to appear in the sewers of the hive capital. But there is no way, the supply line of the Susaland and the rear has been cut off long ago, these wines are The last bit is in stock, if it wasn't for your arrival, I wouldn't even be willing to take it out to entertain."
Then, the black-haired ponytail man said:
"To answer your question just now, we call this hall of inspiration because it has brought us endless sources of inspiration. Here we speak loudly, argue and debate here, and sing poetry here. There was a burst of creative passion... well, at least until the rebellion happened."
Having said that, Hall sighed.
Fu Qihai looked around, and found that most of the narrators were anxious and worried. The super hearing ability bestowed by the Astartes allowed him to hear that what they were discussing was not all kinds of art, but guesses about the situation of the frontline war. and confusion about the unknown future.
Of course, there are also many people who make fun of bitterness, blame themselves, laugh at themselves, drink away their sorrows, or give up on themselves. People who are engaged in art are often more sensitive and fragile.
"Hmm..." Fu Qihai was noncommittal, he came to pass the boring time, but it was obvious that most of the narrators looked a little sad.
Fu Qihai lowered his head and touched the glass with Hall, and drank the remaining wine in the glass.
Seeing that this Astarte seems to be more talkative, Hall asked boldly:
"My lord, people here are very curious about you... Uh, no offense, I mean, very few Astartes are willing to come to the Hall of Inspiration, you are one of the few, I really want to know, you What is the purpose of coming here?"
Fu Qihai put the empty wine glass back on the tray and said:
"I'm just here to have some fun. By the way, is that piano available?"
Uh, looking for... some... fun... child?
Hall Kemp was stunned for a moment. This was the first time he heard these words from an Astartes monk, and he replied subconsciously:
"Okay, when... Of course you can..."
When he came back to his senses, he found that Fu Qihai had already walked towards the black grand piano placed in the center of the hall.
Fu Qihai walked through the crowd gathered in twos and threes. These men and women in different dresses saw a tall Astartes approaching, stared at him curiously, and gave way one after another.
The Astartes stood out from the crowd.
Fu Qihai walked slowly to the piano, opened the stool and sat down.
Put your hands in front of the black and white keys, brewing for a while, recalling the songs you practiced in the early years in your mind.
"Eh..." Hall Kemp raised his hand and stopped in mid-air. He was just about to remind the space warrior that the black grand piano was a replica of an ancient Terran instrument and was very precious. Don't break the antiques.
But as a composer, he knew that he could play this instrument when he saw Fu Qihai's gesture of raising his hands, so he immediately shut up.
Attracted by Fu Qinghai's actions, many people in the auditorium focused their attention. Seeing this little giant-like Astarte sitting in front of the piano, they couldn't help but start whispering, and their curious eyes kept looking around, guessing what he was. What do you want to do?
Fu Qihai closed his eyes and thought about it for a while, then opened his eyes, and pressed lightly with his fingertips.
Accompanied by the low and melodious piano sound, Fu Qihai sang softly:
"Hello darkness my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again..."
The deep and magnetic voice echoed in the auditorium, and the originally noisy auditorium fell silent in an instant.
"Wow..." some people lowered their voices and whispered.
"What did I see, I saw an Astartes singing f---," a woman whispered in surprise.
"He can play the piano... God, I thought they were all violent machines whose minds were only killing." another woman said, covering her mouth.
"Shh...quiet!"
Fu Qihai ignored those whispers, and continued playing and singing with loose shoulders:
"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 Qihai took control, and adjusted the BPM of the original song of "The Sound of Silence" a lot, and played and sang softly at a slower speed.
Like many children, Fu Qinghai was forced by his parents to practice piano when he was a child. However, the reason why he occasionally persisted later was not to take exams, but to be able to play some of his favorite pieces, such as "The Sound of Silence" 》.
I simply feel that the lyrics at this moment are a bit appropriate for the occasion, and I don't know whether it is in line with my mood or the atmosphere in the auditorium.
Perhaps it is an unknown road leading to Mars with a uncertain future.
"'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 Qihai continued to play and sing, the inspiration hall became audible, only his piano sound echoed.
The narrators also transformed from their initial surprise at Astartes singing to appreciation for this song.
"Ah this...this..."
Composer Holkamp's scalp was numb and his whole body was shaking with excitement.
The words and music of this song made him feel like a heavenly sound.
"And whisper'd in the sounds...
of silence.”
After singing the last line of lyrics, Fu Qinghai pressed the last key with both hands.
The whole auditorium was silent for a while, and then burst into loud applause and cheers.
"Awesome, perfect!"
“Impeccable playing!”
"Your Majesty, isn't it rumored that the Astartes will be brainwashed when they undergo transformation? How come he still understands music." A man asked in confusion.
"I've been on Sossaran for two years. How come I haven't seen this Astartes before?"
"I have heard of him. He is a warrior from the White Scars Legion. It is said that it is a Space Marine Legion from a barbaric planet."
"Wow, then he speaks low Gothic really well." A woman covered her mouth and whispered.
"This soldier looks so young. Could it be that the memory before the transformation has not been completely forgotten... Well, I can write another love story with this beginning." Another woman has already begun to imagine a little girl in her mind. theater.
In fact, Fu Qinghai's performance was not that perfect, and he even played a few wrong notes. However, the fact that the emperor's superhuman soldiers could also play the piano gave the chroniclers a great impact, and many people were suspicious of this antique musical instrument. I don’t really understand it, so I have a lot of exaggerated praise.
A woman wearing a black halter-neck backless evening dress with a complicated and gorgeous bun, exposing a large area of snow-white skin, holding a goblet, and delicate makeup took a sip of wine and whispered:
"He looks quite handsome, but it's a pity..."
"What's a pity?" A companion next to him joked with a smile.
"Of course you know what a pity is, Claire. It is said that the Astartes do not have that kind of desire."
"Haha, even if you have that kind of desire, are you sure you can bear it?"
Fu Qihai got up from the stool, and Holkamp, who was not far away, hurried over and said eagerly:
"Awesome performance, an astonishing song, may I know its name, my lord?"
"Sound of Silence, the name of the song."
"The Sound of Silence..." Holkamp smacked the name with a satisfied face, and then he asked again immediately:
"Is this a song you wrote?"
"No, no, it's an old song from my hometown."
From the Earth tens of thousands of years ago, now Terra.
"It's great, this song, I...I can't find words to describe it for a while." Holkamp was a little excited and incoherent.
The position of "The Sound of Silence" in the history of music is indeed difficult to define. If it is a folk song, it is deeper than a folk song. If it is a rock, it is more melodious than rock and roll. The lyrics have a bit of psychedelic flavor. It is no wonder that the composer Holkamp couldn't find a suitable adjective to describe it.
Many people enthusiastically gathered around, intending to chat with Fu Chenghai, and some wanted to interview Fu Chenghai, but Fu Chenghai didn't want to deal with these, waved his hands, and walked towards the gate of the auditorium avoiding the crowd.
Holkamp stood where he was, still unwilling, and thought for a while that he had given the soldier a drink as soon as he came up, which could be considered a little friendship, so he hurriedly chased after him.
Hall chased after Fu Qihai, and asked in a low voice:
"My lord, don't you know your name yet?"
"Qingshan, my name is Qingshan." Fu Qihai said as he walked by the sea.
Listening to the name is different from the style of the Ultramarines, Hall thought to himself.
Hall added:
"For the liberty of asking, can I get the sheet music for this song? Sorry, I just love it so much."
Fu Qihai stopped and thought for a while, then nodded and said, "Yes."
Then continue to walk out.
Hall hurriedly asked:
"Then where should I get this sheet music?"
Fu Qi posted his cabin number, and then walked out of the auditorium without looking back.
And in the crowd behind Fu Qihai, a woman with black curly hair was looking at his back meaningfully.
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Sorry, fellow readers, the 7,000 words in this chapter count as two chapters in one, making up the two chapters on Saturday and Sunday.
Another: As mentioned earlier, the Low Gothic language commonly used in the human empire is almost equivalent to English.