Chapter 615 There is no idol burden, new words are one by one
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After the report was completed by the three descendants who were full of doubts but were more careful and respectful because of the recently too moody gene protozoa.
good.
Now Ramizane felt that his head was really starting to hurt.
Sure enough, I did a little bit of human being but didn't do it all - very well, it was in line with the scam characteristics of the dove itself - whether the prophet was Him or not, it was no longer a problem now.
Because it was not Him who was thrown here to deal with this stall!
Indeed, Ramizane was not thrown to the worst time.
But after learning where they are now and what they are doing, they may not be much better.
He thought with a headache.
First, a fierce battle is obviously in progress, with two expeditionary fleets belonging to the Fourth Legion and tens of thousands of steel warriors here - and I, except for knowing a little about Sun Tzu's art of war, will not fight at all.
Secondly, the exact time now is the 999.M30, during the battle of the Sak'tradadeeps - or, more famous and well-known, the "war between the steel warriors and the Hruds."
In terms of Ramizane's now stretched 3K knowledge reserves, Barabas Dantioc's abnormal aging and deportation to the border occurred in this battle.
But he is still unable to determine what step the battle has taken and how bad the situation has been - it must have been not good anyway.
So he asked Fricks to provide him with more details of the war.
Although the Chief Trident was worried, he still provided all the information he needed for his Gene father.
"So, the 51st Expeditionary Fleet led by Dantioc is still in the world of Gorkys, continuing to guard the important place of Vulpa Star Gorge..."
Ramizane was still sitting in the command deck room of the Iron Blood. The pharmacist had already arrived. After checking the Primarch with doubts, he was even more frightened and didn't know what to do. He heard the Lord of Steel ask him to prescribe normal treatment drugs, and then he bowed and retreated after receiving the order "Tell anyone who asks you, my situation is not life-threatening but requires recuperation."
At his request, a new desk was moved in and placed in front of his Iron Throne, and the cages filled with chirping birds above him had just been taken away by the other two tridents. The two Iron Warriors were obviously reluctant to let Fricks stay alone for the Primarch, but there was a subtle difference in their attitudes towards this matter.
I really don’t understand why Pepe chose these two people as a trident at that time. These two Iron Warriors almost wrote “I’m not reliable”, “I want to fight in the office and it’s better to kill Frix,” “I look down on each other” and “I have a ulterior motive and want to climb up” on their faces!
Wait,... Maybe that's how he chose these two, which is also in line with some of the details he knew later.
Ramizane suddenly realized this and then sighed louder.
"My Lord?" Frix was the only person in the room who had not been expelled, but Ramizane could know what the expression on the face of the Terra War blacksmith: his brows were deeply frowning, reluctant but unwilling to doubt his father's wishes, and in the end, even if he knew right or wrong in his heart, he would still choose to obey the will of the Primarch instead of the correct answer.
"So, their great migration has not yet happened, maybe it is still time..."
He talked to himself, and Fricks stopped.
Ramizane found that the knowledge he knew began to become a barrier that made him feel embarrassed.
Ignorance and omniscience are both useful. The former is fearless and the latter is sure to win. However, if you only know a small part of your knowledge, it will cause such a difficult situation to judge based on knowledge.
Indeed, he could now order Danteoke and his 51st Expeditionary Fleet to evacuate the Gorges and leave the world of Gorkis, but will this cause unnecessary changes?
Or should he choose to change all this now?
Although he can now make everything look much better immediately, as the prompt that threw him in, "a flash of butterfly wings."
What should I do if the fate of too many key characters has changed, resulting in unpredictable deviations in the subsequent series of major events?
If he saved this person, then more deaths that did not exist in the future will occur?
For example, he knew that although it was dangerous and made the war blacksmith at least three thousand years old, Barabas Dantiok would not die in the Fulpa Star Gorge. He fled back and was sent to guard the remote border world, Little Daman Tyne, where he built Shadenhold (fortress of wounds) and guarded there for 366 days as Kiriman's orders after the Great Rebellion, and finally blow up an imperial titan and robbed the invader's ship and fled the planet.
If Dantioc had not grown old and had not been expelled there, would things happen later? Where is Sosa? Who will discover the secret of the Faros Lighthouse? Who can start Farros to save Kiriman and Leon? Will Prax come here again after the Battle of Fal?
Also, the Emperor's Scythe... may even be about the Tyran Zerg...
Although it is inextricably linked to everything that happened later, Barabas Dantioc is now just a war blacksmith in his expeditionary fleet who has not even become a trident. He is guarding the three worlds in the world of Gorkis in the Kadomus galaxy, with the purpose of eliminating the Hruds who are entrenched in the underground nest city of the planet here.
At this moment, Ramizane suddenly realized that he was the only one standing here, and he was the only one who knew the value of Barabas Dantioc to the entire future of the Galaxy.
Therefore, his decision will undoubtedly bear part of the weight of "the future of mankind in this galaxy."
Damn it.
He cursed in his heart, could this be a new method for Old Man Huang to pull people into the water?
At the same time, he frowned even more tangled, realizing the question, would he regret every day in the days to come for any decision he made today? Or no? Can his mind really bear any consequences of obvious changes to the world line?
If these sacrifices that are constantly repeated in him...Petulabo's offspring are for the future, greater good, will he choose to continue to ignore their sacrifices and let everything happen according to the established destiny?
To the others, the Lord of Steel frowned and seemed to be trapped in a state of wandering outside the sky. The black cables biting his scalp and skull were disturbingly choosing people to eat like black snake hair.
Then he stood up suddenly, and the iron boots of Power Arm stepped fiercely on the same steel-cast floor, paced back and forth, and walked quickly for a few rounds, looking extremely anxious.
"【Swearing】! Fucked! Everyone in front of me is about to die and still think so much! I have to withdraw it."
Chief Trident heard his Gene Father mumble.
"Sir?"
"Retreat! Fricks!" The first company commander raised his head suddenly in a slightly confused surprise, facing the blue eyes burning like the flames on the glacier, "Let them all retreat! Fricks! Pass my order, whether it is Gugan or the Iron Warriors on Gorkys, they are now allowed to begin an orderly retreat! Order our fleet to prepare for the reception of wounded and impaired patients! Logistics... Logistics..."
Genetic Primros strode back to his newly set desk and looked at the report he had just submitted, "Fricks! I need you to go down and supervise and allocate the logistics department in person! Go immediately, if anyone dares to disobey or question this order, let them come to me by themselves!"
"Yes, sir."
The chief war blacksmith bowed and began to retreat to the door. He was a little more than one percent faster than usual and could not wait for a long time. It was obvious that in the lasting tug-of-warriors' fleet during this period of time in this star-zone battle, everyone saw that the battle was slowly but firmly sliding towards a certain devastating end, but no one dared to raise this matter directly and demanded that Peturabo admit his defeat and give up his demand for victory.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
Because the Lord of Steel had already told every son in his words and actions that the Emperor would not make mistakes, so the order of conquest from Terra would not make mistakes.
"Wait! And!"
"Yes, my Lord?" The war blacksmith who had just walked to the door immediately turned flexibly and half-kneeled down, fearing that his master would temporarily change his precious idea of bringing a way to the other brothers of the Legion, or bringing greater destruction due to the storm-like impermanence.
"When you are doing logistics and personnel planning," the Lord of Steel who was looking through the information frowned so much that Fricks felt heartbroken for some reason. "You must remember to make the decision based on the situation that we will not have enough supplies for a long time... in the next fifty years."
The chief trident raised his head in shock.
"Sir, the existence of the Hruds and their phase time weapons themselves do bring a lot of inventory pressure to our supply warehouses on the ground, but there are still some in our fleet..."
"It's not the question." Ramizane's dissatisfaction was overwhelmed, "I ask you, how long ago did we get the last time we obtained new power a, new equipment supply from the Great Expedition Command or Terra or any similar department?"
"It's been a few years since I was, but it's still within the acceptable transportation time loss range..."
"Don't use these nice words to embellish the peace! Use me as a child to coax it?!" I wonder if it was because in this body, or the Iron Blood had not yet stabilized its core, or it was just a simple pressure from a war when he first arrived, but in short, several documents knocking on the seals of the Military Affairs Department and the Command were thrown to Frix in front of him. Thank God, they did not break his knees.
"Look at it yourself! At least six months ago, our recruits who had just finished all the surgery and completed brainwashing procedures were the only Mark II Expeditionary Power Armor in our own warehouse! Mark II! Such an old and outdated thing! This thing was invented for the first batch of space wars after the end of the War of Unity! I really can't believe it! It seems that the spare equipment we store in the warehouse is indeed rich, so it can last for so long! But Mark II! Those Martians! I'm sure that their [Gutera swears] can at least produce Mark VI on a large scale! But we... don't have any... anything related... to make up for it! I haven't even received any list of instructions on the allocation! Why? Fricks! Why didn't anyone complain or report to your gene primordials of the Iron Warriors' Trident and the Twelve-man Council?!"
The war blacksmith picked up the scattered documents from the ground with a little confusion about the primordials, and then bound them in order with usual care and meticulous order, and began to read them carefully.
Indeed, as the Lord of Steel just pointed out, they have been using their former stock to equip the troops for a long time recently, but this is not a rare situation on the expedition, especially in the desolate and remote war zone where they are currently in, far from the normal supply line, and the Fourth Legion is already very accustomed to operating and fighting normally under such pressure.
Fricks was still thinking in his mind how to explain this situation to the Primarch according to his original inertia. He tried to speak, "Sir, I understand your anger, but this situation may be just because of some negligence or simple road problems in the expedition. Without these supplies, we can still win, and then..."
"If the resources provided by those who are asking us to provide us with cannot support our actions, then there is no reason. If we want to empty our homes and worlds, we will make up for this deficit." A series of ruthless words that could never come out of Pertulabo's mouth fluently from those two cold lips. "I have no hobby of Commissioner Smith to make up for the deficit, and not to mention that in this matter, what is currently in consideration of... absolutely... there are still some things that my brothers are messing around. Hum! Victory!"
The Lord of Steel's sharp ice-blue eyes stared from the dark and silver cables at Frix, who was already stunned and wanted to cover his ears.
"Who gave the order to attack here? Who did the final victory be achieved? Is it for me? I have nothing to do and eat and have to run to the northernmost border area where birds do not shit, and take the initiative to attack a group of aliens that have not messed with us? Since it was not for my own selfish desires to win, if I fought all the Olympians for this victory, what's the use of me to win this [] victory?! People are not the leeks in the field! Can he still resurrect me if they die?!"
"But...but my lord... victory is for...the honor of the emperor, you and the legion..." The first company commander was completely stunned. He looked at him with the look of knowing his primordial body for the first time, and made a stammering argument under the pressure of the pair of ice blue eyes filled with high fighting spirit and willfulness.
"A bullshit honor, don't think I don't know that no one is willing to write poetry, stories and paintings for our legion at this time." Lamizane, who was very clear about this incident, mercilessly pulled off the fig leaf that the poor company commander had covered himself and his peers. "Since that's the case, on the other hand, neither you nor you have any idol burden to carry."
What is idol baggage? Fricks blinked in confusion and secretly recorded the new word and the so-called leeks and the so-called birds not to shit in the primitive quotations in his heart.
"Abstract." After the attack like a thunderstorm, the Iron Lord sat back into his throne, and seemed to have adjusted his sitting position because he was not very comfortable. "Go and withdraw everyone first and tell them to retreat in an orderly manner. If the Hruds pursue, fight back. If they don't care about retreating, don't induce war! Then you go to do the logistics and medical reception. - If your two colleagues still want to continue to get in the way."
The Primrose told Frix this way, and a cold expression appeared on his pale face, "Then you can re-nominate two."
When the war blacksmith left, he finally breathed a sigh of relief because he saw this familiar face and tone again.
(This chapter ends)