Chapter 355 Poison Gas
“In the past, I preferred to manually view the playback data curves of flight parameters. My personal processing speed and data sensitivity are better than the operating results of the Thinker Array - this is why I do not The reason for not investing a lot of research in this area."
Peturabo said that while his brain was constantly performing other high-speed operations, he opened a standard simulated holographic image of Storm Bird and hung it in the command room. in the center of the long table.
“But the amount of recent flying parameter data is much larger than before, and the correlation and integrity are also much stronger. The performance of the data and the model are very good, so I think we can do a set of automated analysis A decision-making system used to evaluate the health and operating trends of aviation equipment such as the Storm Eagle to better maintain the status of the aircraft."
Sanguinius carefully stepped between the piles of parchment on the ground. If he flew up inside the room, the air flow he would bring would immediately make the already chaotic command room completely incapable of anyone standing. Even Perturabo's own private workshop at the bottom of the Iron Blood has never been in such chaos.
Recently, the war blacksmiths have even given up on manually transporting documents. The documents will be transported directly from the sunken groove on the inside of the long table to the Lord of Iron via mechanical conveyor belts.
"Perhaps, you can grab some sages from the Mechanicum to help check?" Sanguinius asked friendly.
“I don’t think it’s a good choice to give Konrad Curze’s Voidraven to the Adeptus Mechanicus, although the Adeptus Mechanicus is very interested in their stability.”
“ In this case, you are clearly different from the Ferus described by Horus," Sanguinius said, walking to Perturabo's side. "I mean the attitude towards the Mechanicus."
After several battles, the Archangel became radiant in private, and his Blood Angels were also filled with the vitality brought by the fierce battle. , Victory is the best nourishment to assist the growth of the army.
"The Mechanicus and the Empire are not of the same mind, and besides, some of their ideas... I won't mention them."
Perturabo's thoughts paused for a moment. "I didn't hear you and Mortarion mention where Horus Luperkar went after Galaspar."
He paused, and his busy brain suddenly found time, Tying the two things together: "And Mors, he is not on Konrad's ship."
"Horus has received new orders," Sanguinius said, "he told me He is sorry, but that piece of information cannot be made public until the dust has settled."
Perturabo lowered his head and paused for a second, brushing away distracting thoughts. He believed that no matter whether the two people were responsible for the same thing or two unrelated things, there was no need for him on the other side of the galaxy to interfere.
The focus now is to break through the last series of stubborn fortresses on the surface of the Hrud people and find a way to completely clean up the Hrud underground caves.
Mortarion's suggestion for the underground caves was to fill them with poisonous gas. After he obtained the first picture of the Hrud bunker fortifications returned from the Iron Warriors exploration equipment, he coldly threw out his suggestions.
These Hrud fortifications are deep into the ground. They are concealed, strong, short, and separated by large distances. They are built using terrain and can organize a network of oblique fire, side fire, and cross fire. They are resistant to long-range fire and frontal attacks. The words were all unfavorable, but after confirming their exhaust capacity, non-existent poison filtration ventilation device, and sealing of the isolation layer, Mortarion knew that his trip was the right one.
The Hrud people even used vitrified bottom walls. Although the resistance level is quite excellent due to unknown technology, there is simply no second more suitable environment for poisonous gas.
After Sanguinius proposed that the entropy field accelerates the decomposition of toxins, Mortarion turned around and ran to study their second version of the gaseous sol poison bomb with Konrad Curze, which was bound to Smoke out all the Hrud from their caves, or kill them all.
Sanguinius leaned over the table and looked at the military report placed on the other side of Perturabo. "Has the poison gas been put into use?"
"Yes. It was an experiment of putting poison gas into the underground lair of the Hrud people on an asteroid." Perturabo said, thinking of the aircraft and the The calculations assigned to the poison gas were interchanged. "The results are positive. Except that Conrad underestimated the harmful effects of this poison gas on humans." He removed one cable and took out another data cable from behind his head. , access the interface beside the long table in order to export the file he needs.
“For this series of underground fortresses, taking into account the value brought by retaining the planet and the cost of attacking, I tend to continue to rely on ground attacks to complete the cleanup,” Pettu Labo raised his head, looked at the Archangel, and at the same time pushed the relevant report to Sanguinius. The corresponding cable seemed to be flowing with the luster of electrons.
"Okay," Sanguinius used the combat knowledge he had learned with Horus a few days ago, and the combat memory that the Primarch was born with, to accompany Perturabo to quickly complete the analysis and check.
"Okay," Perturabo nodded, "This batch of target points has been detected and the internal excavation level is relatively shallow. I am inclined to let Konrad Coze's penetrating bombers be responsible for delivering conventional bombing weapons, and at the same time let They assist in the relocation of targets in these areas."
"As for these fortresses, Rogal Dorn is about to arrive, and that will be his military merit."
Sanguinius. Looking at the string of planets arranged on the west side of the Satrada Abyss battle zone, he smiled and said: "If the Imperial Fist lives up to its name, it will be a simple task."
Perturabo snorted, No reviews.
"Finally, these fortresses," Perturabo stared at the list of battlefields that appeared in front of him, letting the dense Gothic language reflect in his light eyes, and every time he saw the number of a planet , he could almost see the corresponding specific latest images in his mind. Even during the final joint full-front battle, he was the only Primarch who clearly never went to the scene of the war.
Conrad Curze counts for half. He has never been seen on the battlefield by any living creature outside the Eighth Legion.
"Use poison gas," Sanguinius said, understanding what the Iron Lord meant. "What about... this planet?"
He turned the star map and magnified the image with both hands until finally there was only a slowly rotating planet left in the holographic map. The legionary emblems of the Blood Angels, Iron Warriors, and the Night Ghost King's Court were marked above the planet at the same time. This was one of the first planets that the support troops helped the local Iron Warriors conquer when they first arrived in the war zone.
"This planet..." said Perturabo, and Sanguinius noticed a rare hesitation in his words, which was extremely unusual for Perturabo.
He continued to describe: "The interior has been hollowed out by the Hrud people, and a large number of unknown weapons and equipment are stored. The environment is dangerous, the conditions are harsh, the resistance to ground firepower is strong, and it is not suitable for frontal attacks. Any team that enters will most likely be directly destroyed by the Hrud.”
"If it is not for the purpose of obtaining Hrud weapon samples, there is no need to retain and occupy this place."
Sanguinius looked at Perturabo's tired face, "But you don't want to It uses poison gas, my brother."
Perturabo was silent for a while before speaking: "My two warriors are still inside the Hrud lair, Sanguinius."
"Can they leave?" Sanguinius asked seriously.
Perturabo turned off the star map projection, propped himself on the edge of the table, and sat back in the steel chair. "Give them some more time."
(End of this chapter)