Warhammer, I'm a nanny, not your father!

Basically it is physical training in the morning, literacy training in the afternoon, and occasional additional training in the evening.

Miltiades shouted, "Zorius, Dantiochus, step out!"

Zoris and Barabas stepped forward.

"Three thousand meters warm-up run, two thousand four hundred meters for the girls, you guys lead the team!"

To be fair, Miltiades was not a very good teacher.

When conducting physical training, Perturabo was well aware that if overly strict standards were used, many people's bodies would not be able to withstand it.

So Perturabo personally set the training standards, and Miltiades only needed to strictly follow them, and there was nothing wrong with that.

But when it comes to teaching and educating, Miltiades is a complete layman.

Although he could read, his teaching skills were completely disastrous, and Wop had to come to help frequently during the first few weeks.

The situation improved later when Woppe developed teaching materials so that Miltiades could read from the textbooks during class.

But his education level was barely adequate, and he was only adept at training them.

Miltiades was also the son of a nobleman, but since he was not the eldest son and was not eligible to inherit the family business, he had to find another way out.

Miltiades chose to join the army and became a second-in-command based on his own abilities.

But this is not completely unrelated to his bloodline. If Miltiades was not the son of a noble, no matter how outstanding his abilities were, he would not be qualified to be an officer.

But at Camp Anvil, everyone is treated the same.

No matter whose son it is, he must receive the same training.

Zoris was a slave, Harkol was born a commoner, and Barabas's father was a noble.

Their friendship is a miracle that could never have happened anywhere else.

They were from completely different social classes. If it weren't for the Anvil Camp, they would probably never have met in their lives.

“Hoo-hoo!”

Zoris gasped violently.

A year ago he was still a skinny boy who could be exhausted even running 300 meters.

But after a year of hard training, Zoris has been transformed.

Although the 3,000-meter long-distance run still made him breathless and sweaty, at least he was able to persevere and complete the run.

Barabas handed him a glass of water, and Zoris drank it all in one gulp. "Thank you."

Barabas: "Zoris, your physical fitness needs to be improved."

Zoris wiped the sweat from his forehead, his tone filled with helplessness, "Not everyone is as gifted as you."

Dantioch's father was a minor nobleman and he was the eldest son, but his mother was just a maid.

For the nobles, having sex after drinking has long been commonplace.

But it was still a scandal for a maid to give birth to a child. The fact that Barabas survived was a sign that his father had a conscience, and he had no right to inherit the title.

Similar situations are common in Anvil Camp.

Whether they were orphans, commoners or sons of nobles, they all came here with aspirations.

A year ago, there were only 174 people here, but now there are more than 1,000, and the pressure on the kitchen has increased exponentially.

Some children will be assigned to the logistics team, with a ratio of one in ten.

Their physical training does not meet the standards, and they no longer need to conduct physical training every day. Instead, they should focus more time and energy on learning logistics.

But no one will envy them because everyone knows what the price is.

Zoris was different from the others, Perturabo had ordered him to train here, so here he was.

He wants nothing more than loyalty.

"Beep——!"

After a brief rest, Miltiades blew the whistle.

The children adjusted their formation quickly, and their movements were so skillful that it was heartbreaking.

"Stand at attention! Maintain military posture for half an hour!"

After the warm-up, there is the monotonous queue training, which is carried out day after day.

They were still too young for Perturabo to ask much of them.

There were no tactical drills or weapons exercises, only boring standing, turning, and stepping.

This is also a kind of training, they must learn to endure boredom.

Suddenly, the entire training ground fell into a strange silence.

There was a subtle commotion in the queue. No one spoke, but their eyes were all drawn towards the entrance of the training ground as if drawn by a magnet.

Perturabo stood watching them.

Zoris unconsciously tensed his back, and each child tried his best to straighten his chest to make his posture appear more upright.

Perturabo held Dorn in one hand and pointed with the other at the neatly lined-up formations on the training ground. "They are all my warriors."

"They are still unforged steel and need to go through the test of tempering."

"I am the hammer that forges them, forging them into the sharpest swords through countless trials and tribulations!"

Every word Perturabo spoke was powerful, and his eyes hinted at a hint of pride and boasting.

Little Dawn blinked his eyes, not quite understanding, "Brother is really awesome!"

Dorn's praise came too suddenly and was too sincere.

Even though he was just a child, Perturabo almost couldn't keep his serious expression.

Perturabo pressed his fist to his lips and coughed softly, hiding the corners of his mouth that were harder to suppress than a bolter.

But his eyes still betrayed him, revealing uncontrollable joy.

My younger brother praised him!

Reason told him that his brother was still a child, and a child’s praise did not count!

But Perturabo didn't care about anything and just praised him. The recognition of his primarch brothers ranked second in Perturabo's heart!

Even if he is just a child, so what? Now he can be praised by his younger brother.

When he grows up, he will also be able to be praised by his younger brother!

Caliphonie murmured to herself, "Abo is becoming easier and easier to understand!"

A relieved smile appeared on Wop's face. "Isn't this delightful?"

Although Perturabo still likes to quibble about small things, he is frighteningly straightforward.

This straightforwardness can dilute any misunderstanding. As long as he expresses it, the rest can be solved easily.

What I fear most is that he keeps something in his heart, which will eventually make him sick.

It was only natural for Perturabo to show off to Dorn.

Who can resist showing off?

Wealth and honor do not return to their hometown, just like walking in brocade at night.

Even Wop couldn't help showing off to Neos - Look, how well I taught your son!

Show off but don’t be pretentious, compare but don’t pull down others, be confident but not rebellious.

Even if Neos comes, he has to praise Peturabo for being a good boy!

……

"Corax, let's merge!"

Koz, who was chewing barley bread carefully, suddenly spoke.

Corax didn't even look up. "Are you sick again?"

"I'm not sick, I'm awake."

“Who would believe that?”

Corax asked rhetorically, but he was undecided in his heart.

Coze is not sick, he is just too awake.

Half a step ahead is a genius, one step ahead is a madman.

Whether it was the Emperor or Curze, they were both too clear-headed, too far ahead of their time, and had seen too many tragic futures.

When a sea of ​​flowers blooms brilliantly, people see its beauty and vitality.

What Koz saw was this sea of ​​flowers being ruthlessly trampled and crushed into mud.

The petals have fallen, the stems and leaves have broken, the fragrance is gone, and only the mess remains on the ground.

They are blooming, they are wailing.

They are so beautiful, yet so messy.

They were crying out to him for help, begging him to do something.

Every day.

Coates: "Father wants to see us get along."

Corax remained noncommittal, looking up slightly. "Tell me about it."

Curze: "Mortarion and Jaghatai Khan, Fulgrim and Sanguinius, Vulkan and Ferrus, and now Dorn and Perturabo. Father seeks brothers for us. He wishes us to be close. This is his wish."

Koz put his hands on the table and leaned forward slightly. "Brother, it's time to put aside our prejudices against each other. We should put aside our past grudges!"

Corax sneered, "Let me beat you up one more time, and I'll make peace with you."

He doesn't owe Koz anything, Koz owes him!

Koz's answer was without hesitation, "It's a deal!"

Corax narrowed his eyes. "In the presence of our descendants."

Coates: "Then make it a regular practice, but I won't show mercy."

Corax also didn't want Koz to show mercy. That would not only be a disgrace to Koz, but an insult to him.

Winning or losing doesn't matter, as long as I can beat up Curze in the duel.

Corax frowned, "How could you possibly do this?"

"You know why."

"To please your father, are you even willing to pluck the sun for him?"

Coze thought seriously, "Which one?"

Corax smiled with relief.

Cozee was still Cozee. Dorothy was worried about Cozee's mental state and begged him with red eyes to take care of this crazy brother.

Corax agreed. He couldn't bear to refuse and also wanted to see what his brother was up to.

"Sister Evelynya."

"Sevatar."

The two Primarchs gave the order in unison.

"Call the Legionnaires, arrange the duel venue, and have the pharmacists stand by."

No matter who wins or loses, someone will definitely be left behind.

The Space Marine and the girl left one after another, and Curze suddenly spoke again, "Corax, how do you think I can get my father to give me the Evolution Truster?"

Corax frowned. What kind of airplane was his brother working on?

What is Evolution Truster?

Chapter 194 If you don't abandon me, I will become your adoptive father! (5K)