Chapter 634 Get ready to set off!
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After just celebrating the first day of the M31 holiday, the selected ships in the 124th and 125th Expeditionary Fleets were ready to set off.
Of course, their morale was high this time, full of people, ammunition was sufficient, and although they knew that they would follow the father of genes to do something very disloyal, their mental outlook was obviously not hit at all.
This is also very natural.
In the last major grain harvest season and a river valley harvest season in Olympia, because of the use of reasonable machinery, sufficient manpower, and a batch of pesticides and fertilizers produced, even if the seeds did not have time to be all drug-optimized, it brought them an unprecedented harvest.
Other crops interplanted in the fields, various plants found in the inventory of confiscated mechanical sages, and livestock and poultry that were scientifically raised after manpower also brought more abundant food.
The redistribution of land, the liberation of slaves and prisoners of war, the re-establishment of public service systems, the fair trial of cases and the "Every village road construction and water supply" plan have brought the enthusiasm of the entire Olympian people for production and construction, the pride and pride of being an Iron Warrior for their children, and the support for the Lord of Steel have all risen to an unprecedented level.
Kelly Fanny commented on this as she had never been so optimistic in a hundred and fifty years that Olympia was approaching the final unification.
The Iron Warriors' combat ships also took the time to stop the two teams on the route, fearing but just passed by the nearby colonial fleet.
Because of the relatively slow ships of such fleets, they often need to sail for more than ten years or even decades to reach the designated colonial planet. The Void Sons born in the process are often not very popular. They were eager to leave, so they quickly agreed to the request to exchange resources for most Void Sons.
After testing by Soraka's drug department, the fact that the genes of these people were torn by rays in the void was still within a completely acceptable range.
So, after the two deals that both sides were satisfied with, they exchanged from the colonial fleet at the expense of food, fresh water and fuel to most of the population they generated during their voyages over the years.
These people who were exchanged thought they would be driven by coolies and slaves, but they found that they could not only go to the factory to work as a guaranteed career, get temporary dormitory, eat three meals a day, but also have heart-to-heart talks and cares between the priestess and the witches by the riverside, and various blind dates and meetings with the traditional Olympian customs and woods organized regularly for them.
If a young man who had eaten the dispensed starch cakes and drank circulating water on the boat and lived in the "hot shop" to such an extent, he still resisted and refused to join, then he could only be said to be ungrateful.
Obviously, no one knows what's wrong.
So it didn't take long for these young people born on the ship to blend into the place without hesitation, just like a drop of grape juice melting into the clear water.
In an atmosphere of military and civilians' love and sending their children to the war, the Lord of Steel sat on the Iron Blood, ready to go and found that he had encountered a new problem.
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“…Don’t we have a subspace engine that works properly?”
"Yes, sir."
"Don't we have specific coordinates?"
"Yes, sir."
“Don’t we have navigators who are equally normal to work?”
"Yes, sir."
"Then why should I go to Nikea for more than 45 weeks?! This is a very tight time and I may not be able to catch up with the gathering I want to stop. Because I don't know if... ahem, when will the Emperor convene it?"
"This is because, sir." Dantioc said quietly, "Our navigator must now give a relatively ambitious and reasonable itinerary as you wish." "...Okay, Barabas, what is that if they report a relatively bold time?"
"The most optimistic within four hours is within the shortest of thirty-six weeks under normal circumstances."
"It sounds much more optimistic than forty-five weeks. Well, okay, I'm not a wizard like Magnus, who can say help our fleet sail quickly in subspace, but I think the chances of that four-hour plan certainly are not high."
"About 2000th of a year, and with the possibility of losing fleet ships, additional acceleration is required with the help of the tides of the vortex."
"It sounds more like an unsure adventure." The warning in Fricks' voice was already very strong, and he went for Dantioc.
"Four hours are really tempting." Primarch's brows frowned and unfolded, "But I'm more interested in the plan that accelerates with the help of the vortex... Come, Fricks, go and call everyone into the Masonic stonemason hall! This time I'm going to see who can figure out a better plan..."
At this time, someone who was counting in his mind that the officer around him, who had better comprehensive qualities in all aspects, suddenly remembered another thing.
"By the way." Ramizane turned to Frix, who was about to leave and stopped saluting immediately. "I remember you would count all the war blacksmiths assigned to the legion and their Dalian."
"Yes, my lord," replied the first company commander, "but those officers who have exceeded the contact time limit or have been seconded with their Dalian may lack the latest data."
"Oh...If that's the case, it's okay to ask-where is Balban Falke? I haven't seemed to see him here."
A trace of obviously unhappy personal emotion slid secretly and quickly through the eyes of the trident. Lamizane suddenly realized that his perception of Frix's mental changes had just been terrible - was it because of the previous changes?
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"He is not here now, sir, as I said, the war blacksmith Balban belongs to one of the group who was seconded-he was seconded by Terra in the name of the Great Expeditionary Command, and I don't know exactly where they sent him later."
"Have they also seconded Dalian under his command?"
"No, sir, it's really strange that you said that. They only seconded him. But because we were short of people at that time, Dalian, who did not second him, also made us feel relieved."
"No one has ever asked a question about this?"
"At that time we... were in the quagmire of war with the Hruds. Lord, he was borrowed when he returned to Olympia to supervise the last batch of troop ships, forty weeks ago. We were out of reach."
"You send me all his previous service records, battles he participated in, joint combat records, etc."
The Chief Trident obviously didn't understand why, but he did not say anything and immediately executed it.
"Well... it's really... this is very interesting. Although it's a small detail. But together... a ritualistic... typical... symbol... for..." Ramizane muttered, adding some notes to a notepad-like function inside the LOGOS.
"It's really a conspiracy that seems rough at first glance but is actually extremely sinister and exquisite like a fishing net that is closed... None of the five are good things, but in the end, the soft monster is still one foot taller."
"Sir?"
"If my bold assumptions could be verified by the results of our voyage... I guess we will probably meet him in Nikea. Now, let's plan a faster route to Nikea."
(This chapter ends)