Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 297 I have a friend

"In my opinion, the so-called strategic decisive battle is a gamble on the fate of the country and the military."

"If I were in charge, I could crush Stalingrad in 41 and take Moscow in 42. It would be no problem at all."

"Bullshit, you want to gamble? You're not even capable of it."

Besides, the battle for Moscow was in 41, and the battle for Stalingrad was in 42. It's fortunate we studied science; otherwise, repeating a year would have been your only option.

Regarding the assumption of a close brother, Huo Lang stated that it was utter nonsense and utter rubbish:

"Xiao Gao, putting aside the logistical pressure brought about by fighting on two fronts, San Dezi's troops are simply not enough. No matter how you try to solve the fundamental problem, it is impossible to solve it."

In my opinion, we should have proceeded cautiously from the beginning. War is all about logistics. I admit that the blitzkrieg against Poland was an eye-opener for the world, but Sanders failed to digest that prize. If it were me…”

My roommates are timid and submissive during the day, but unleash their full power at night. Each of them is a hidden dragon and a phoenix, each of them a wise ruler throughout history.

The topics are so unconventional, like fish entering the ocean or birds soaring into the sky, completely unrestrained. If you were to discuss current politics, the insurance policy could be activated the next day.

Seeing that the topic had strayed too far, jumping from Leningrad to the battlefield of Xuzhou, then from this ancient battlefield to the Treaty of Haixia, and finally extending to technological development and even the existence of extraterrestrial life, the Emperor finally spoke:

"I believe there are aliens in the world."

Upon hearing this, the six-person boys' dormitory instantly split into two factions, using the topic raised by the Emperor as a springboard to discuss what aliens actually look like, whether they are terrifying, whether they are like Fury, and whether they have reproductive barriers with humans.

This vibrant life, this flourishing of all things, made the emperor's eyelids twitch. He secretly sighed that every single one of these people should be dragged out and shot.

Since it was 2016, the era of the internet's most unbridled growth, with various Hollywood blockbusters sweeping the market, and given that the group was young and full of energy, their conversation was bound to be boundless.

While everyone else was indulging in their immature fantasies, the unusually quiet emperor stood out. Soon, Huo Lang asked:
"Minister Ni, what do you think?"

"Me? I think you're just showing off your repression!"

"What the hell do you mean, 'Big Lefurion aliens'? Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. You're just lecherous."

If aliens really exist, then they are a hideous bunch of monsters, the kind you imagine that eat people's heads raw.

Humans simply cannot tolerate those bizarrely shaped aliens. Only by taking the initiative and killing all these damned aliens can humanity secure a tomorrow.

As for what you just mentioned, that's all child's play. Anyone who dares to fight amongst themselves will be crushed. Only the stars and the sea are our future.

My dream is to lead humanity to greatness!

Unexpectedly, this usually taciturn foreign friend turned out to be an extreme human supremacist who was no longer satisfied with staying on this earth.

Only Huo Lang felt that what Neos said sounded somewhat familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.

"Your dream is indeed quite grand. If you become the chieftain of Earth in the future, don't forget your brothers. If you become rich and powerful, don't forget us!"

Human beings are essentially repeaters; amidst repeated chants of "If we become rich and powerful, let us not forget each other," the emperor finally asked:
"So what are your dreams?"

Upon hearing this, the crowd that had been jeering fell silent. It was a very simple question, yet no one answered. Gazing at the increasingly dark dormitory, a sense of deathly emptiness rapidly spread through the Emperor's heart. His three roommates, already blurry, became even more indistinct, no longer resembling human figures.

"do not know."

A whisper came from the shadows, devoid of the previous cheerful atmosphere, only filled with uncertainty about the future:
"When we were little, our teachers asked us what our dreams were. Some of us said we wanted to be scientists, some said we wanted to be doctors, and some said we wanted to be architects."

But when I was asked, I realized I hadn't thought about it at all. To please my teacher, I answered that my dream was to become a teacher.

As expected, the teacher was very satisfied, and as the child grew older, he was asked this question by countless people.

My parents, elders, relatives, and friends all have an answer in their hearts, but they insist that I give the exact same answer as them.

I have to accommodate them, because only in this way can I satisfy them and become a good child in their eyes.

Obviously, I did well. I became a good student in the eyes of my teachers, a good child in the eyes of my parents, and a good friend among my friends.

But I still don't know what my dream is, or what kind of person I want to become. After all, does everyone have to have a dream? I just want to get by.

In my opinion, life is a game, and everyone I meet is an NPC. They will issue tasks at regular intervals, and I just need to complete the tasks without having to think too much.

However, some NPCs are quite annoying, always issuing strange and tricky tasks.

I categorize these NPCs as idiots, and I avoid them unless there's absolutely no other way.

"Speaking of which, Neos, I was just about to ask you, why are you sweating so much on your face? And those bracelets, you don't have some kind of weird fetish, do you?"

"Oh, really? How could you see it in such a dark room?"

"Nonsense, the moon is shining so brightly outside, I can see your head reflecting light. If you're sick, just say so now, don't infect me."

Neos wasn't sick; he was just feeling guilty because he realized he might be one of those stupid NPCs Mordred was talking about.

When it comes to being inhuman, the Emperor is absolutely inhuman. He basically uses Mordred to the point of exhaustion every time, and because he knows Mordred inside and out, he always ignores Mordred's feelings.

Perhaps from the very beginning, Mordred never wanted to join the Empire, much less become a Primarch. He simply wanted to live a peaceful and ordinary life, rather than be burdened with various responsibilities.

To the Emperor, Mordred was a nuclear-powered beast of burden; to the other Primarchs, Mordred was a good brother; and to the other Space Marines, Mordred was their beloved second uncle.

But Mordred didn't want that; he just wanted to be a big slacker. It was the Emperor who put him on the stage and gave him a mission called the Empire.

These identities were imposed on him by others, or rather, Mordred was never happy; he was merely completing a task. Even the ascension ceremony was not of his own volition.

It was this conflicted mindset that led Mordred astray astray lost his way on the ladder to godhood. After all, he owed no one anything, and no normal person would want to stay in this cesspool and work themselves to the bone like a beast of burden. He just wanted to go home.

Thinking of this, the emperor regretted it even more. He didn't know how much time had passed outside, but he knew that if he continued to waste time, he might really be finished.

Looking at Mordred, who was separated from him only by a corridor, the Emperor wanted to deceive her, but ultimately chose to tell the truth:
"Well, actually I have a friend."

(End of this chapter)