Chapter 617 Iron Blood! Ready to withstand the impact!
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Ramizane – or, at the moment, is playing the past of his beloved Pertulabo – is standing alone at the highest point of the Iron Blood Command Deck.
This peeping location is very consistent with Pertulabo's preference for resting in their 3K home, so as a shoveler who has been observing him for a long time, Ramizane almost immediately understood why Pertulabo chose to build his private command room at this height and location.
Because this is a point that is set up very cleverly to allow people in the command room to observe the entire bridge work and see everyone coming in from all entrances.
Or, according to Ramizane's personal opinion, this is the best "audience" position.
Because anyone standing on the steel balcony extending from a high place in this command room specially set up for the Iron Lord can clearly see the full picture of the bridge "theater" without being seen clearly by the observers.
It's like sitting here outside and observing the event repertoire performed by others.
Captain - The captain who is almost connected with the Iron Blood is not the mechanical and half-human Bachte Watt whom Ramizane knows now, who now walks around his new legs every day.
He had confirmed from the indirect attack that this poor man had no name, and Peturabo himself and others would only call him "captain".
And his mechanization is also higher than Captain Wat. He is almost completely embedded in the captain's command throne and becomes a living wet piece of the Iron Blood, or in other words, the command throne is like the iron coffin he placed on the central stage of the "Theater" to show for anyone who comes in to see.
Around the "captain" buried in the iron coffin, layer by layer, densely packed like steps and audiences in the circular theater were the multi-layered instruments placed on the bridge from high to bottom, as well as the servants working in front of these panels and a few mortal officers.
However, compared with what Ramizane saw ten thousand years later, there were still more living people here. The men and women working for the Iron Lord and the Fourth Legion were wearing simple uniforms, with almost no extra decoration except the Fourth Legion’s logo and class chapter.
He is now working hard, and part of his thoughts is still linked to the Iron Blood - without it, Ramizane can't do anything about this. There is no large enough observation porthole on the Iron Blood Bridge. If he doesn't want to sit here and listen to the verbal report, he can only rely on the sensors and detection arrays outside the hull to see the ongoing real-time situation of the battlefield.
But he had decided not to interfere with his subordinates' work too much - Ramizane tried to cross the interface that extended from the LOGOS youth version to his scalp again, and then he was shocked to find that before he arrived here, Pertulabo was experiencing the process of hundreds of thousands or even millions of souls' injuries, deaths and the last painful howling of the soul. Therefore, he closed some of his emotions and simplified them all into data and numbers.
——Because he thought his command and middle-level officers were too slow and not smart enough to keep up with the Iron Warrior Primrose's thinking speed faster than the most advanced and largest array of meditators, Peturabo actually chose to bypass his commanders and company commanders, often distracted himself from millions of thoughts, and then commanded a certain action of a single servant equipment on the front line.
Anyway, after testing such a command system, Ramizane felt that he was not the material, and he couldn't stand it. Although fighting would kill people, he really couldn't stand it. Such a meaningless crowd of people was killed. Fortunately, what he had to do now is to protect more of the living forces in the 125th Fleet, rather than the other way around.
"[Gutera swears]. It is ironic that people say that the machine gun position is shifted to the left by five meters and the artillery forward five steps. When you come to you, you are really here, Pepe..."
Just as he was talking to himself, Fricks' request for an audience interrupted his thoughts.
"Come in."
The chief trident came in with another steel warrior behind him. He was wearing ordinary power armor and a helmet. The armor still had traces of fighting against the Hruds - rusty, dusty, and long-term lack of maintenance, looking both fragile and old.
But Ramizane's heart immediately jumped up with secret expectation: Is this the legendary warrior he designated to meet immediately after the retreat was completed?
Frix's announcement confirmed his thoughts.
"My Lord, Barabas Dantioc has come."
With the introduction of the first company commander, the steel warrior staggered towards the tall primordial standing by the balcony, and then slowly knelt down on one knee at a suitable distance and saluted him.
"Cough. Get up quickly." He cleared his throat to show caution, and then started to make no words to find anything. "Dantiok, what's wrong with you?"
The voice of the blacksmith in the 14th Dalian War came from behind his breathing grid, looking a little too hoarse.
"It was done by the Hrud, my lord. After checking, the pharmacists said that I was at least 1,500 years older."
He paused and chose to turn a blind eye when Fricks tried his best to wink him. "I'm sorry, sir, but the Folpa Star Gorge you ordered us to guard may have been completely lost at this moment. My judgment is that after we retreat, we can no longer regain this passage for you. I am willing to take all the responsibility for this, but I hope you can listen to my last words and advice."
The war blacksmith once again bowed deeply to his thunderous father of genes to express his apology, then he stretched out his finger and fumbled off his helmet.
A premature face appeared before Ramizane.
The originally neatly combed black short hair with ears has turned into messy grayish whiteness, with deep and obvious wrinkles at the corners of the eyes and the corners of the mouth. The skin at the top of the lips and other bones has become thinner due to age, and the fat in many places has disappeared, highlighting the shape of the lower skull. The skin in these places has appeared with hazel spots and purple-red bloodshots on the bags under the eyes, and Dantiok's skin has changed from white like Pertulabo himself to the light yellow of the elderly. His eyes have also turned yellow, and only the pair of pupils still emit light, indicating that deep in this aging body is a young soul.
While Ramizane looked at Dantiok in surprise, the war blacksmith was also looking at the Primrose that had not been seen for a long time.
Then he saw for granted and desperately, a familiar frown and gloomy expression appeared on his primordial face, the pair of gloomy ice-blue eyes burning angrily like flames, staring at him fiercely.
Just as he was determined to express his recognition of Sergeant Zoran's words to the Primarch and further advised him, he heard the servo in the extraordinary combat armor of the Primarch.
Danti Oak knew very well what the Primrose looked like when he killed his subordinates. It was inhuman, animalistic, fast and fierce, and could arouse fear in everyone's original instinct.
He hurriedly opened his mouth, and an inappropriate itch surged from the depths of the trachea. Dantioc was unable to speak in order to resist the heart-wrenching cough.
Is it too late...
"It's not that! What's the last words? A Star Gorge is not a Lion's Sect Saturn Gate. Victory and defeat are common among military strategists. Hi! It's 1,500 years old! Oh my God! Isn't this older than that person? I originally wanted you to try on your new Terminator and then take office--"
Genetic primordial came over, and he curled up his son who was unresponsive and kneeling because of the huge impact, and asked him to sit down in the seat beside him.
Then he turned to Fricks with a fuss, who had recovered his expression of desire to speak but stopped. "Has Dantioc's Terminator been done?"
After getting the affirmative answer, he turned to Dantioc, who was still in a dull state. "In this way, it could have been delivered immediately, but now it seems that your physical condition cannot support it. I will need to add more boosters and medical devices to it... So you have to wear the old one for a while, no problem, right? No matter if you have any problem."
The war blacksmith nodded subconsciously.
"Very good, what about the others?"
Before Danteoke's thinking could function normally, a series of ruthless facts and figures of loss had been spit out of his mouth without any reversal or modification.
"...Corres Chalkes and the war blacksmith Kaurcon had fewer troops than us, and the Hruds' routes passed from there, and all the members should have been killed, but there were still four hundred members of the 14th Dalian company around me, and I had the last three people in my command team in Gorkys..."
"Four hundred people..."
When he realized that he had said something bad news in a blunt way, the war blacksmith couldn't help but look boldly at the Primarch's face.
Peturabo had a vivid expression on his face that Dantioc thought he would never see on his face in his life.
Primrose was standing, leaning over to look at him, looking really worried about his son's physical condition. The pair of ice-blue eyes were not angry, but Dantioc suddenly realized that it was a joy that made him creepy, and the joy that adrenaline began to soar rapidly due to horror.
Pertulabo, their ruthless and changeable gene primordial, was fighting for Dantioc from the bottom of his heart to tell him that his original mission failed and after losing so much manpower and resources, they could not achieve Terra's mission for him. He felt happy.
Why did he feel joy? !
This is too weird and unreasonable!
And the sentence just now... "Victory and defeat are common things for military affairs"...? Did this sentence really come from the mouth of the Primrose himself? Did the attacks of the Hruds make his Riemann ears age so much that they have hallucinated? Or is your brain broken? Is this really the thing that Petulabo who he knew could say so naturally?
The war blacksmith felt his two hearts and both stomachs were terrified and trembling.
"It's great that we can bring back four hundred living people! This is more than...!"
What?
Dantioc blinked, and noticed that Fricks was also confused.
"Alarm! The highest level!"
Sharp sounds came from the Bridge Theater one after another.
"Sir! The Hrudian fleet has moved towards Gugan on a large scale as you expected! Gugan's crustal geological activity is active! Their capital's Nest City plate has begun to vibrate!"
The captain's mechanical report sounded from the center of the bridge, and Dantioc's heart tightened again. His Iron Guardian flagship had not been renovated after retreating...
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
The large holographic projection screen installed in all directions shows the bright red marks of tree-like growth on the planet they ordered to seize intact in the distance, like a black ice cracking, revealing the hot magma below, as if someone threw an extinction bomb at it, and more Hrud ships gathered around it in a bubble of time, and the main nest of rocks as big as a continent was peeling off the planet.
This is undoubtedly a picture that will make both mortals and Astart feel trembling, but they have now been ordered to stay away from the planet by the Lord of Steel, so it is only an image that appears on the display screen. The technical officers and soldiers seem calm, everyone is in a hurry, and they are commanded by Fricks.
"How much has the retreat of ground personnel and the retreat leap of fleets been completed? Frix, go below, I will pass on the requirements to you here, you are responsible for the specific allocation calculation!"
The chief trident responded simply and immediately left the command deck.
"Because of your calculation warning and early retreat order, the ground retreat has been completed, sir!"
"Very good, what about the fleet?"
"The Guardian of Iron has just begun to leap. After going to the rear, the retreat of the entire fleet has been basically completed. Your order is very clear, and it is time for us to start leap, sir." Fricks' words were filled with a hint of habitual retention, but the Lord of Steel was still so meticulous.
"What is basic completion? Complete means completion, and not completed means not completed. What does basic meaning? I will not leave without explaining it clearly."
"I mean, sir, the Sublime Iron has not yet arrived at the designated location, and by calculation, they may be affected by the time surge caused by the operation of the Hrudian main fleet in the assumption that you provide, losing at least one-third of the tail..."
"Losing at least one-third of the tail means that they will immediately age into a pile of rust and dust in space the next moment they are affected by the tide. That is, they are in danger - can they speak more directly? Fricks, you are good everywhere, but you always talk around and don't want to speak more readily."
Is that a habit I am willing to develop? ! Dantioc swears with his old eyes that he had definitely seen such an expression of the same meaning on the Chief Trident's face in an instant, but it disappeared quickly, as if it had never existed.
"You are talking about, my lord. I will correct it." The company commander quietly accepted the criticism, while continuing to order hundreds of different ships in the bridge that were constantly posted on the inside and outside of the Iron Blood.
"The commander of the Supreme Steel is..." Ramizane manually searched on the LOGOS list, "Company Commander Urdek. The Lord of the Sound Formation, connect him for me!"
With the operation of the servant on the post, the communication was connected.
"Urdek. What are you doing? The order to prepare for your jump was issued very early, and you have not moved to the specified position."
"Prime." There was no panic in the voice of the company commander Urdek. "We have a team of Hruds who had invaded before invaded in our engine room. We have not been able to completely remove them, so the reactor cannot operate at full power. We can only move forward at half speed and cannot make a jump."
"Damn." Ramizane cursed, "How far can you drive at the farthest?"
"Even the maximum speed cannot completely escape the range of the time surge you informed us." The commander's voice was still calm. "It's time for you to leave now, my lord, the time surge seems to explode as you warn. You don't have to stay at such a dangerous distance for us. I will fire the life capsule in the opposite direction later, and then I will stay here to try my best to keep the Sublime Steel sideways to block the impact."
The Lord of Steel was silent. He did not thank the children, nor did he say any words of encouragement or farewell, and Company Commander Urdek did not have any resentment or fear.
The Iron Warrior should have died for the Lord of Steel without any complaints, just like before, just like this moment.
Dantioc silently sent condolences to the brother in advance in his heart.
"Absolutely not!"
The war blacksmith suddenly looked up.
"The Iron Blood is much stronger than the Sublime Iron Steel's defense, and I'm here." He saw the familiar expression of the Lord of Steel's gritting teeth on his face, but this anger was not aimed at his sons or mortals. This anger came from the spirit of the ancient nation he did not know, from the determination of man to conquer nature again and again, from the fortress walls that tried to "guard".
"Frix! There is still hope to escape the main impact of the shock wave at this distance," said the Lord of Steel quickly. "We are better than before... I mean that the Sublime Steel is the closest ship to Gugan, but he also started sailing for at least five hours and twenty-one minutes in advance. It is entirely possible! There is hope!"
"What are you going to do? Sir!" Company Commander Urdek's voice finally fluctuated, "You can't take risks! We are not afraid to die for you!"
"Shut up! If you want to help me, try to put your hull sideways and hide behind the Iron Blood!"
"But..."
"Urdek! There is no time! Don't let my decision with Iron Blood be futile!"
"Sir," Urdek said before the interruption of the communication, "May the prayer of steel never fade away and always protect you."
"Frix! Report the defensive situation and impact countdown time!"
"There are five minutes and twenty-one seconds left before the contact!"
"Iron Blood! Be prepared to withstand shock waves!"
(This chapter ends)