Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 226 Weekly Talks
When Angron walked out of his office, he saw some of his descendants waiting for him outside. After seeing him, all the descendants bowed to him.

Everyone was so serious as if they were participating in a mysterious ceremony.

In silence, Angron nodded and walked in front, and the descendants of the Lord of the Twelve Legions followed slowly behind him.

A group of people were traveling inside the Resolute Resolution.

A previous battle with the greenskins had just ended, and the sailors were repairing various equipment, weapons or tools on the ship.

The air force pilots of the Legion's flight formation and the Legion's logistics personnel are checking the status of various flying vehicles together.

Everyone was busy with their own things, and after seeing Angron and the Space Marines they just saluted and continued to do their own things.

There would be no major battles for the next few days, so everyone was very relaxed. Except for the Space Marines following Angron, no one was nervous or serious.

A moment later, Angron and the small number of Space Marines that followed him entered the Hall of Triumph.

The Triumph Hall is the most magnificent and grand place on the Legion's flagship.

All the glory achieved by the XIIth Legion during the period of the Dogs of War and the World Eaters is displayed in the Hall of Triumph. These embodied honors are flags, reliefs, or commemorative emblems of a certain war on the vast walls of the Hall of Triumph.

After entering the Triumph Hall, the Space Marines who had been following the Father of Genes in solemn silence all had smiles on their faces, and some of them even felt a sense of pride.

Because they and the Father of Genes walked under the walls of the Triumphal Hall, which were hung with the symbols of glory.

Most of the glory was not obtained by the Gene-Father and his descendants after he returned to the Legion, but was won by the Legion soldiers in one arduous battle after another.

It was not the Sons of Angron's quest to prove that they could accomplish amazing feats in the Emperor's great cause without the guidance of their Gene-Father.

Instead, they wanted to tell other legions what kind of army the Sons of Angron were. In the past, they were as powerful as their genetic father whom they had never met, but now, they and their genetic father would accomplish even greater feats.

"quiet!"

When the Primarch entered the Triumph Hall accompanied by a small number of warriors, Legion Commander Kiel let out a loud shout.

Nearly 15 soldiers of the 18th Legion were assembled here. Except for the th Company that Angron had sent out to conquer worlds, all other companies were present.

Even so, the Hall of Triumph was not noisy, either before or after Angron's arrival.

So Legion Commander Kiel didn't really want everyone to go from noisy to quiet, it was just a ceremonial term.

Only superiors can order subordinates to be quiet.

So the word silence means a right and a declaration - the Lord of the Legion has arrived.

So all the Space Marines present stood at attention, put their fists on their chests, and saluted the Father of Genes.

"This is not a pre-war meeting, nor is it to issue any orders or announce a new legion law."

Angron glanced at his children.

Every Space Marine was extremely serious, as if they were about to slaughter the aliens in the next second.

Angron looked at the crowd and suddenly recalled what the other brothers' legions he had seen looked like.

Vulkan and his children got along very happily and easily, just like a family.

Fulgrim also got along very well with his offspring.

It seemed that the atmosphere was like this only when Perturabo was with the people of the Fourth Legion.

But no matter what Angron thought, some things in a large Space Marine legion were not so easy to change. The 12th Legion restrained itself with almost abnormally strict rules because they knew clearly what their own shortcomings were.

"A week ago, I ordered the legion to hold such a talk every week, but it is still not a military meeting or some very serious business, just a talk."

Angron continued.

The Space Marines were still extremely serious, but Angron could sense an emotion in their hearts, an emotion of helplessness.

This kind of atmosphere is already the most relaxed one for the entire XII Legion. The Space Marines don't know how they can achieve the kind of leisurely and peaceful state envisioned by the Father of Genes.

At this time, the guards entered the Triumphal Hall.

The members of this guard are the duelists who once fought with Angron to destroy the slavers in the Nuceria War. In Angron's eyes, they are family members, and every member of this large family feels that they have a kinship with each other that goes beyond blood ties.

But even so, when the gladiators entered the Triumph Hall they were as serious as the Space Marines.

Even Yochuka, who loved to play pranks, didn't show the slightest expression at this moment.

Anyone else would have thought they were brainwashed, but Angron could sense their hearts and knew that the gladiators were just trying to adapt to the local customs.

After all, it was inappropriate to chat and laugh with Angron when hundreds of thousands of other people were so serious.

“They are really good at getting along and being sociable,” Angron thought to himself.

However, Angron felt that it was not the influence of the legion culture of his brothers and sisters, but that they were indeed born to be in harmony.

Gladiators also had extremely strict pursuit of discipline, because if anyone did not abide by the discipline in the duel arena and did whatever he wanted, he would surely drag many people to his death.

"Anyway, let's just talk."

Angron sat down as he spoke, but not on the throne that belonged to him, but just sat on the ground.

The Primarch crossed his legs and glanced at everyone again.

No one spoke.

When the atmosphere was somewhat awkward, Kiel, as the commander of the legion, always led the way.

So the legion commander took a step forward and slowly raised his hand.

“Please go ahead.” Angron smiled and nodded.

"Father." Kiel saluted. "Is there any strategic purpose that must be accomplished in this week's conversation?"

Hearing this, Angron realized that his legion commander had treated this matter as a battle.

This was not the first conversation. There had been one before, but it was hastily ended because everyone was not used to it. "There is no strategic purpose, just a free talk." Angron said, "Some of you think this is meaningless and worthless."

Everyone was silent when they heard the second half of Angron's words, even those who felt that everything Angron did was meaningful, because everyone knew that Angron had the ability to read minds, and in front of the Father of Genes, any secret in one's heart was no longer a secret.

He said if someone thinks so, then it exists.

"I was just giving you a head start during our last meeting so you can get used to it. There are some things I didn't say last time."

“What I want to say is the importance of communication.”

At this point Angron turned to look at Kahn. He knew that Kahn had a very good relationship with the captain of the 18th Company he had sent out, so that's why he asked.

"Kahn, do you think there will be no conflicts between two people who have a good relationship?"

When Angron asked this, Kahn shook his head without even thinking.

Because this is not a question that needs to be thought about at all.

No matter how good the relationship between two people is, conflicts will definitely arise. This is inevitable.

"Kahn is right. No matter what kind of relationship it is, there will be conflicts." Angron nodded and looked at Yochura. "Please tell the legionnaires how to deal with conflicts during the uprising war."

Yochula took a step forward, thought for a moment, and then gave an answer.

“We resolve conflicts through communication.”

"We talk to each other about everything, even the most private topics."

"for example."

As Yochula said this, he subconsciously searched for Crest, but Crest was not in the Triumph Hall, or even on the flagship. Instead, he was taking a part of the main force of the Nuceria regular army to assist the Emperor's Children Legion in the battle.

"There are some ladies in the gladiator team, Crest, Theseus, my mother..."

"During that time when we weren't getting supplies consistently, the ladies would need essential hygiene products and they would just let us know and we would all work together to find a solution."

"Instead of refusing to communicate because of shyness or some other reason and then trying to solve the problem yourself until you get into a big trouble and catch everyone off guard."

After Yochula finished speaking, some star warriors frowned, some star warriors didn't care, and some star warriors smiled meaningfully.

Those frowning Space Marines were all from military aristocrats. Unlike the death row prisoners who were transformed into Space Marines, they had been observing etiquette, integrity, aristocratic manners and other things since childhood, so it was difficult for them to imagine that the gladiators' communication habits of talking about everything were applied in the Legion.

Other people's reactions also have their own reasons.

Yochula continued.

"We'll talk about more, like who among us likes who, or likes a certain man or woman who isn't a gladiator."

"Because this will avoid an extremely fatal situation, that is, two brothers or sisters who were fighting side by side become enemies for the sake of a man or a woman."

Legion Commander Kiel listened carefully to what Yochura said.

He thought that this kind of unlimited communication among gladiators was actually quite good.

Although talking about everything is bound to be trivial, conflicts between two people often accumulate from small to large due to trivial things, so it is better to talk about it early.

Kiel used to think that the gladiators' trust in each other under the condition of life and death was mostly related to genetic modification, but now he feels that the existence of such a relationship depends to a greater extent on the wisdom of the gladiators.

The gladiators are like a piece of steel. The communication between them without any taboos is like the connection between every atom. Any cracks that might have appeared will be eliminated in the bud, and then this group like a steel plate will continue to maintain itself.

"This is also the reason why I ordered the Legion to hold a conversation every week a week ago."

Angron said.

"The purpose is to strengthen the relationship between each of us and eliminate any possible rifts."

"Until one day in the future, a situation arises where you no longer have to resort to duels to resolve issues and conflicts. We can sit down and talk, and the conflicts that would otherwise have resulted in fighting can be resolved."

"This is the importance of communication. As my adoptive father said, if you hold back your fart, it will damage your heart."

Angron's last words made the atmosphere much more relaxed, and some of the optimistic and cheerful Space Marines laughed out loud.

Angron smiled as well.

At this point, Angron suddenly realized that the biggest reason he established the weekly meeting system was actually because he heard Fulgrim talk about some of the things he talked about, such as the increasing conflicts between everyone in the legion, until they almost drew their swords to fight.

Perhaps the prestige of the Primarch could solve some of the problems and suppress the contradictions, but Angron felt that this was not a long-term solution, because the contradictions were there, and they could only be ignored or temporarily suppressed, until one day they could no longer be suppressed, like a powder keg exploding and blowing everyone up.

By having a regular conversation meeting with your children every week, you can discover each person's problems and understand each person's psychology.

Angron was confident that his legion would always remain united.

"I just have something I want to say."

The legionnaire named Hal raised his hand.

Few people impressed Angron more than Hal, both because the massive legionnaire stood out among the others and because Hal had once been a Thunder Warrior.

“Go ahead.” Angron smiled and nodded.

"It's still my opinion. Our entire legion is turning away from the Emperor," said Hal. "The mission given to us by the Emperor is to fight as a shock force, but what are we doing? We are doing what the Thirteenth Legion would do."

"We have to rescue civilians, rescue friendly forces, we have to rescue this and that."

Hal raised his voice and paced in front of each of his battle-brothers.

"We are wasting our time doing things that are not necessary for us to do. Perhaps we were once a shock legion that other legions admired, but now we are just a group of legions doing things that they don't understand, under the command of a Primarch who is too kind and gentle."

Hal expressed his usual displeasure, which did not surprise anyone else at all, for it was just a rehash of the same old story.

After hearing what Hal said, the legionnaires had different reactions.

In fact, every time at this time Angron could sense that some people identified very much with Hal, but they also identified with themselves, but they always felt dissatisfied. This was normal, just like it was normal for conflicts to arise between two closest people.

(End of this chapter)