Chapter 150 03.0149: "Horatio slowly types a question mark"

Horatio was walking on the deck, and the crew members in the battle were hurrying around, but they still did not forget to press their thumbs on the middle of their bent index fingers to salute Horatio (those without hats would tap their foreheads, which became a forehead-tapping salute).

However, compared to the expressionless faces when they first boarded the ship, these crew members looked at him directly, lowered their heads, and were respectful, with respect in their eyes for him as a person rather than for the officer's uniform.

Horatio straightened his chest and held himself solemnly, nodding slightly in response.

Fighting in the void is also a part of the crew's life.

Horatio, who was leading the guards walking on the upper deck, looked down through the fence.

The sailors were busy working on the cannon of impressive caliber, standing in the middle of the large crank, pushing the huge brass gears that looked like millstones.

This huge gear will drive thousands of gears of various sizes, and ultimately the loader's telescopic rod, auxiliary energy relay, fire suppression system, and other mechanical parts in the cabin. The operating principle is similar to that of a clockwork, which can help the machine to self-repair and eliminate minor faults and jams.

It's a very tiring job, but lively music can make people who do the hard work feel more relaxed.

A man who could play the violin sat on top of the capstan and played music to entertain his fellow clan members.

The crew would sing the rhythmic "boatman's song" while pushing the boat and turn the capstan to the beat.

Such customs and habits exist in all ships, including the Imperial Navy, charter fleets, civilian fleets, and merchant ships. The popular songs will become ship songs and even be recorded by ship customs scholars, becoming a popular cultural entertainment on naval port planets.

Every sailor working under the capstan has to sing a call. The content of the call is sung by the leading sailor, who is usually the one with some musical talent and the loudest voice.

Sometimes he would add ridicule to the officers in his calls and give them ugly and indecent nicknames, such as the Grumpy Cow, Dick Dun, and the Funny Tyrant.

But as long as the chant can make the workers push the capstan hard, the officers often turn a blind eye and don't care what the leader sings, as long as it is not too excessive.

"Farewell, Abyss Port Girl"

"We will be ordered to sail to the Eye of Terror. We will never see such graceful ladies as you again."

"We roared and we howled like true Navy sailors, riding the hot solar wind until we reached the deepest point of Mandeville Point."

"From Lucius to Sepra-Mundi, from Modian to Agrippina, there are 3.5 million void chains."

"Guided by the light of the Astronomican, we drift along the currents of the Warp"

"Boys, we are walking in the void, the road is long, there are 45 dangerous wrecks in this ocean current"

"So we adjusted our course, following the navigator's all-seeing eye, maintaining the ghost fire of the Geller force field."

Horatio recognized the tune the sailors were singing as a variation of "Spanish Ladies" that had been passed down from the Age of Exploration.

[Has the song made it to the 41st millennium?] He was somewhat surprised by the barcarolle’s long history.

"Fill your glasses and drink them all. Let's all raise our glasses to Commander Horatio! He leads us to victory. Let's all drink up!"

The leading sailor saw Horatio, in his officer's uniform, looking down at them from above, and the sailors, filled with enthusiasm, changed the words to praise Horatio's heroic fighting.

"We drink to have fun, we drive away our worries, let's drink this cup to celebrate the health and victory of Chief Horatio, and celebrate the health of every sincere person!"

Horatio chuckled softly. Although the Navy Department required officers to maintain a dignified and inviolable appearance, it did not mean that officers were not allowed to smile.

Amid the sailors' rough songs of praise, Horatio straightened his chest and walked forward with honor and pride.

How could the sailors have imagined that this handsome, elegant, battle-hardened, heroic Imperial Navy officer in front of them was, more than half a year ago, an Imperial criminal who had been thrown into prison and sentenced to death by the Ministry of Justice and whose status was far inferior to these sailors?

When they learned that the commander they followed and pledged allegiance to was the only surviving descendant of the great Admiral Speyer, it caused a huge sensation among the crew.

Countless people want to witness the glory of the legendary descendants with their own eyes.

They even thought about it. Years later, when they heard about Horatio Cochrane's outstanding achievements on the naval radio, they would have another valuable topic to talk about during their leisure time: "Let me tell you, when that gentleman was still a midshipman and you were a bunch of little kids with wet urine stains. I followed him from inside the ship to outside the ship. We were so brave that day and killed the traitor without leaving a single piece of armor. See this battle scar on my body, hum."

Horatio led the guards to the infirmary closest to the artillery command platform cabin. The floor inside was made of a whole piece of silver and had antibacterial properties.

But as the battle progressed, the cabin became a mess, with bloody footprints all over the floor, and the heart-wrenching howls of the wounded echoed throughout the large medical cabin.

The thousands of medical beds inside were overcrowded, and many wounded could only sleep on the floor temporarily. Their injuries were quite serious, but fortunately, most of them could be saved through rescue.

To be more precise, the lightly wounded were not sent to the infirmary, but would find a place to be bandaged by others. Those who were seriously injured and almost beyond rescue would be killed directly by the armed sailors.

The medical officers inside were extremely busy, and the medical assistants, whose roles were similar to those of nurses, were rushing around, taking care of the wounded and selecting those who were worth their time to save for the medical officers.

The Indefatigable was lucky that the Holy Rose Battle Sisters came to support them with several medical sisters, one of whom was in this cabin. She had the same short black hair as Sister Arabella, and her face showed almost the same fatigue and sleepiness.

The little patient on the operating table was groaning and gnashing his teeth, breathing rapidly.

He was a boat boy of only eleven or twelve years old, doing some auxiliary work during the battle, but unfortunately he was hit by shrapnel, and his entire arm was almost shattered, with his arm twisted beyond recognition under the skin and flesh.

The medical sisters are preparing to perform amputation surgery on the child.

The people crowded in the medical bay saw Horatio, saluted him, and respectfully made way for him.

Before Horatio arrived, they were discussing the officer's amazing performance in battle.

Now that he is here in person, the discussion about him has become even louder.

Countless rumors spread throughout the entire battleship like wildfire, and they became more and more outrageous.

"Hey, hey, look! It's that young man. I just saw him kill all the Ogryns, enemy officers, and even the entire guard by himself."

"More than that, I saw him kill an enemy Space Marine with one sword!! Do you know what a Space Marine is? What a concept! A fallen demigod!"

"Kid, did you see that? That man is not much older than you, but look at the big chainsaw sword in his hand, it's so damn domineering, taller than you.

They are all wrong. They can't imagine how powerful that man is! What Space Marine? He killed a traitor terminator! I saw it with my own eyes!

You know what a Terminator is, kid? "

The old sailor grinned, revealing his broken black and yellow teeth, proudly showing off the special knowledge he had heard during the voyage.

The child, with a bandage wrapped around one eye and receiving an IV drip, shook his head.

"The most awesome Space Marine!" The old sailor raised his lips and gave a thumbs up: "Demigod among demigods."

The child's eyes, which were originally dull due to pain, suddenly flashed with light. He opened his mouth in surprise and turned to look at Horatio. His only remaining eye was full of longing for this bloody officer.

Horatio:?

Horatio slowly typed a big question mark in his mind.

"I killed a Terminator Marine? How come I didn't know that?" He smiled, but said nothing.

Bringing inspiration to the crew is another important role of naval officers. Whatever they say, as long as it boosts morale, it's not a bad thing.

"Sir, do you need anything?" a medical officer and a medical sister asked Horatio at the same time.

The young medical sister also knew that Horatio was the warrior who defended the holy land of their Celestial Church, and her tone was very respectful and gentle.

But what surprised her secretly was that she had thought Horatio Cochrane would be a senior and experienced officer in his thirties, but she did not expect him to be so young.

　Please give me a monthly ticket~Please give me a recommendation ticket~(●｀●)Thank you! Please give me a little! This month, my child wants to experience the feeling of 1000 last time!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)