The Blackshields sparring with the recruits seemed utterly unconcerned by such trifles. They paid no attention to the words of the weak and even taunted them in return.
"You call me a traitor? Then come and slay the traitor. Or can you only flap your lips?"
An enraged recruit charged a Blackshield, only for the veteran to knock him flat with a single punch, jeering all the while. "Too weak, far too weak. You're just a bunch of spineless wimps handing out battlefield honours to the enemy."
The recruits rushed him together, and the Blackshield beat every last one of them to the ground without mercy.
All right, that batch was down. Next!
By the time Evan's group had exhausted themselves learning swordsmanship, the two groups doing skills training and sparring had already taken turns getting beaten up several times.
There was currently no way to find them new enemies. Or rather, there were enemies available, but the entire Chapter put together couldn't beat them.
Over in Segmentum Obscurus, the whole Sector had probably been battered to the brink of ruin. This Warp Storm had already lasted fifty-three years. It had to be said that Abaddon's Fourteenth Crusade had truly captured the might of a Legiones Astartes Great Crusade.
The Indomitus Crusade following Guilliman's awakening had lasted 176 years and reclaimed vast territories. Now Abaddon and the Chaos Gods were returning the favour.
Evan looked at his meagre forces. Even counting all three batches of recruits who had undergone augmentation, plus the fourth batch about to emerge from their tanks, he still had fewer than two companies of warriors. What could they accomplish in Segmentum Obscurus? They would be wiped out in a few blows.
*No. We need to keep lying low and building our strength for a few more