Chapter 350 Why is it all here
In his mind, Perturabo once again confirmed that the ships deployed in deep space were decorated with dark blue paint with lightning patterns, and two floating At the outer border of the sector, those requesting contact were from the 9th and 14th legions respectively. The Primarch of the shuttle in his Glory Queen-class battle barge was also named Konrad Curze, not Rogal Dor. kindness.
Not to mention that his only application document for joint operations should have been sent to the desktop of the strategic command room of the Phalanx. Conrad Coze, who had an erratic whereabouts and a unique intelligence source, appeared. That's all, he can't even be called acquainted with the two newly formed legions recently.
If Morse had not sent letters here from time to time in recent years, I am afraid that after the names of these two unheard legions entered the Iron Warriors data link system, he would have spent time verifying whether there was really an extra legion in the empire. "Death Guard", and a group of "Blood Angels".
His finger tapped on the table, and his vision, which was connected to multiple electronic instruments in the Iron Blood, followed Conrad's movements. Finally, when the shuttle arrived at the target, Darkness, the Lord of the Eighth Legion, The figure walked the last short distance on foot. When he arrived at the door of the strategy room, he ordered the iron door to slide open silently to one side.
"We have spent many dark nights without seeing each other, the Lord of Iron, the reunion in the abyss..."
"I thank you for your support, Konrad." Perturabo spoke calmly and Resolutely, "The war is tense now, and we don't need to chat. What can I offer you, and how do you want to participate in this battle?"
Koz walked around the long table and stood a little away from Perturabo Standing at the far end, he regretfully discovered that there was only one chair suitable for the size of the Primarch.
"Map, battle report, racial data, any existing files." Coze said, "It is best to bring some more prisoners for our dissection and study. My Haemonculi Conclave is on the accompanying list. "
Perturabo nodded: "The documents can be provided. After the attempt to attack the fortress proved to be unbearable, the Iron Warriors' strategy towards the Hrud changed. Mainly for reconnaissance and blockade. Give me your cogitator's address serial number."
"I understand, I understand..." Kurtz shook his head slightly, not sure what he was thinking. "The Hrud are sentient beings, right? We will have our own way of fighting..."
"Be sure to write a battle plan document, Konrad, or at least have yours The company commander wrote. I don't want to cause a friendly conflict, such as my troops firing defensively after seeing a sudden black shadow."
"Of course, I will think about it-I will reply to you within nine hours. , Perturabo," Curze laughed to himself, bowed dramatically to him, and slid out of the command room backwards.
Perturabo had a headache and rearranged the steel pipe on his head. Curz suddenly left and returned again, knocking politely at the door.
It must be pointed out that the excellent sound insulation design of the command room makes it impossible for the retro action of knocking on the door to disturb the indoor air, unless the person in the room happens to have the ability to see through the wall. For example, Perturabo has a thread of thousands of parallel thoughts hanging on the hidden surveillance equipment outside the door.
"What's the matter?" Perturabo opened the door halfway and looked sideways.
It would be best if Curze decided to make it clear which webway he followed to the Satradar Abyss and where he got his news - even if Perturabo dared to use the Phalanx's One quadrant bets that it was definitely Morse.
"The original body of the Blood Angels and I met in Baal, and the Blood Angels just met the Death Guard in Garaspa not long ago. They had a fight." Coze smiled mysteriously Smiling, the figure officially disappeared into the corridor outside the door.
Without asking, Perturabo could guess that the misleading battle mentioned by Curze probably refers to fighting side by side, not confrontational fighting.
Sending Konrad Curze away, Perturabo returned to remote command of the battle line. The Iron Warriors' current attack force includes ninety-three tactical teams in eight battalions, fighting on six planets at the same time.
He doesn't need to command every squad in real time, otherwise he wouldn't have had to set up the Iron Warriors' army structure, but he is expected to know what they are doing, what risks they will face, and in a few cases give his own advice.
Although the Cheorwon has set sail, when he is officially commanding an intense battle, he is still more willing to run to the Iron-Blooded. Firstly, it is a habit, and secondly, it is more convenient to prepare for possible gang-hopping battles or Prepare for the landing battle. The Cheorwon's unique shape is destined to serve as a mobile space fortress and fortress, rather than a war flagship that cuts through the world like a sharp knife at the head of the fleet.
After a while, two new communication requests appeared in the data tablet in Perturabo's hand almost simultaneously. He clicked on it and projected the image onto the image in the center of the long table. Yizhong.
When he heard two unfamiliar greetings from the Primarch, Perturabo suddenly realized that he was now wearing a simple toga robe with no formal meaning, because he was in the middle of a continuous war. During this time, his condition could be described as a mess.
Comparing the two relatives in the projection image who seemed to have done some cleaning and grooming for their first meeting - especially the one with gleaming blond hair, I am afraid that I am not paying enough attention to it.
Perturabo blinked tiredly and glanced at the two Primarchs: "Hello, Mortarion, Sanguinius, nice to meet you. I am Steel The Lord of the Warrior Legion, Perturabo.”
Sanguinius and Mortarion briefly introduced themselves. Even though they were thousands of miles apart, Perturabo was still keenly aware of the relationship between the two brothers. own meaning of inquiry.
He had to wonder what Morse did in front of the two of them.
"I know the predecessors of your respective legions and have cooperated to a certain extent." Perturabo said, "Despite their shortcomings, they are still respectable legionnaires. I believe this It will be a successful joint operation.”
Mortarion nodded silently, and Sanguinius smiled brightly: "Thank you, Perturabo. I have also heard of you, a unique Lord of Iron."
Perturabo suppressed for the moment the question from whom Sanguinius had heard of him. He believes that the image he displays in the eyes of different people is definitely very different.
“The later integration of information resources will be transmitted to your flagship, but I heard that you just completed a war before coming to this area. Do you need any rest or supplies? Supplement?"
"No need," Mortarion replied, "Glaspar is enough for us to complete the supply work, and Horus has also given help."
"Okay. After you enter the Satrada area, I hope to meet with you face to face, and the location will be here, how about it?" asked Perturabo.
"Of course," Sanguinius nodded softly, his expression becoming powerful, "I look forward to meeting you, and the Blood Angels will be honored to fight alongside the Iron Warriors."
Motta Li An simply said "Understood" and then suppressed "See you later" to terminate the transmission of the image signal.
Sanguinius nodded farewell to him.
Perturabo was about to leave the chair he had been sitting in for a week and wash his face when a new data signal was sent to his nervous brain.
This forced him to return to the command position and continue to issue new orders.
The unexpected loss of contact with Barabas Dantioch, a battalion commander on the battlefield, is by no means something that can be easily accepted.
(End of this chapter)