Chapter 362 Iron Warriors·Four Seasons·Four
Rogal Dorn knew that before Perturabo walked into the treatment room, he was cautiously suspicious of Barabas Dantioch's return. manner. The Iron Lord simply didn't think anyone could make it out alive from that dead splintered planet.
As far as common sense is concerned, there is nothing wrong with his idea. Whether it is the disguised identity that some legions are good at, or the psychic fraud used by some enemies, they can all achieve the effect of impersonation.
But no matter what, the Primarch rushed to the Phalanx in person after the funeral ceremony to find out the truth of the incident.
The look in Perturabo's eyes immediately after seeing Dantioch told Dorn that the Lord of Iron had already recognized the identity of the Grand Battalion Commander. This also made Rogal Dorn secretly relieved.
Perturabo sat down on the other side of the bed, and Dorn shared Dantioch's medical report with him, explaining what he knew. As for the assault boat, Dorn did not send anyone in without authorization. After completing a simple safety check, he ordered the assault boat to stop where it was and had people watch it at all times.
Perturabo's heart was touched, as quantified by the increase in the Primarch's blink rate.
When Barabas Dantioch's physical signs fluctuated, Roger Dorn was half an instant slower than Perturabo and noticed this.
Even though there was a golden skull hanging on his waist, Dorn still consciously shut up and remained quiet. He discovered to his distress a few years ago that the skull could not help him solve all his social problems.
"...Thank you for your hard work, my warrior."
Perturabo held onto the side rails of the hospital bed and spoke in a solemn tone. He acted as the leader of the legion, facing the soldiers returning from the mission.
"No, this is what we have to do," Dantioch said urgently, unable to get up without knocking anything over, thanks to the efforts of the Imperial Fists Apothecary. Still lying on the hospital bed.
“Sir, I have brought to the Iron Warriors...ahem...the energy stone fragments of the Hrud people, a list of unknown materials available to the empire, the distribution and intelligence of some human civilization forces and alien forces, and A gene seed of Sergeant Zoran Anderson..."
"You can speak more slowly, soldier." Perturabo nodded, "The Battle of Satrada Abyss is over, I have plenty of time. Come and receive the precious information you brought us.”
Dantioch seemed to want to smile. His facial muscle movements were quite unfamiliar, and coupled with his old face, he was laughing and crying. They all seem to have the same appearance.
"The Hrud who escaped from the planet with me have also been wiped out by Sergeant Zoran and I. They have lived up to the oath of the Iron Warriors, my lord."
"You have done a good job," Pettu Rab said, his expression still solemn. He crossed the guardrail and gently put his hand on Dantioch's shoulder. "You have fulfilled all your responsibilities and even exceeded my expectations. This is my honor."
"This is what I should do." The battalion commander paused, took a breath, and continued Say, "I apologize for destroying a planet unintended by our forces, my lord."
Perturabo's jaw muscles tightened. "After you and Sergeant Zoran Anderson disappeared, I was ready to issue an extermination order."
Dantioch blinked instead of nodding, and said happily: "As long as I don't interfere with your march plan. ”
"After that, how many Hrud did you execute, Barabas?"
"Twelve small Hrud ships, the specific number of aliens cannot be counted."
"Use How long?”
Dantioch was stunned, the answer stuck in his throat, blocked like gravel.
He didn't know how to answer this question, or he didn't want to say it. Facing Perturabo, for some reason he was unable to express his lost experience.
The Grand Master did not want the Genefather to comment on his suffering, he only wanted the Primarch to notice that he had done something of which he could be proud.
"Well," said Perturabo, "Sergeant Zoran Anderson accomplished this feat alongside you, and I wish to know of his exploits, Barabas."
"He suffered serious physical injuries and was unable to directly participate in battles most of the time. However, he completed a large amount of calculation, analysis, integration and other auxiliary work, which took him...seven hundred years." Finally, Danti Oak still gave the specific year.
Roger Dorn listened silently, motionless, recording the scene in front of him. With the return of most of the Primarchs, the Emperor seems to have recently intended to arrange narrative envoys to write their own histories for each legion, and to build statues on Terra in order to spread and promote the achievements of each legion among the people in the future. First, as a reminder of the Great Crusade Secondly, it assists with publicity and stabilizes the expectations of each legion for the future.
But based on his understanding of Perturabo, the Iron Lord would probably be tight-lipped about a large number of internal details of the Legion; if given the opportunity, Dorn would not mind writing more public stories about the Iron Warriors on behalf of Perturabo. In the history books.
"After that, according to the star map you submitted, you visited an extremely wide range in the Milky Way." Perturabo said, I don't know when his tone became rare. mild. "Does that assault craft have a name?"
"...Odyssey, Lord Primarch."
"This is an allusion to the Old Land, my warrior."
< br>"Yes," Dantioch said with difficulty, "it tells the story of the shipwrecked people who wandered back home. The library of Olympia contains the old epic of Terra."
Perturabo's hand on the commander's shoulder tightened slightly. Taking into account the strength of the Primarch and the physical condition of the warrior, he restrained excessive force.
“I affirm all your efforts, plans, achievements and struggles on the journey. I will always recognize your status as the most noble and respectable warriors. I respect your ideals, beliefs and pursuits. I am moved by your realization of transcending your individual selves.”
He spoke each word clearly, ensuring that Dantioch could hear his sincerity.
"I am proud that the Imperium of Man can have Iron Warriors like you and Zoran Anderson, Barabas Dantioch." The Iron Lord said. "You are the real Iron Warriors."
"Thank you, sir." Dantioch supported his state and tried his best to stabilize his emotions.
Perturabo nodded.
“Because I mistakenly thought that you had already died, the transfer and work handover process for the commander of the Eleventh Battalion has begun.”
Dantioch coughed and said, “I I'm glad that my mistake did not delay the regular affairs within the legion."
Perturabo smiled slightly: "However, after we verified all the information you brought back, you can. Proven abilities and unparalleled military achievements are enough for you to advance to the next level."
He paused for a moment, "Welcome home, War Blacksmith Barabas Dantioch. ...Tell me what has happened to you in these years, my son.”
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“The Primarch Rogal Dorn left the ward silently, leaving space for the Iron Lord Perturabo and the war blacksmith Barabas Dantioch.
< br>Dorn understood that from that moment on, the Primarch and the Warsmith no longer communicated as generals or warriors, but as fathers and children, and the content of their conversations, whether it was laughter or tears. , whether it was frank or choked, no one has the honor to know.
Similarly, the return of the last soldier and the end of the debriefing process also completely marked the year of the Satrada Abyss. The battle comes to an end
According to the imperial calendar, the prelude to the war begins in the first quarter of the year, with the correct siege route obtained in the second quarter, and the strong assistance from other legions in the third quarter. , the fourth quarter came to a victorious end. According to the discussion in the court, this classic battle should have been named the War of the Four Seasons.
However, under the orders of the Iron Warriors Primarch Perturabo himself, the author needs to add emphasis words related to time series during the naming process of the battle.
In the end, after Perturabo’s second review and approval, this model battle was finally named, The Millennium Battle of Four Seasons. ”
——“Iron Warriors Model Battle·Millennium Seasons”
(End of this chapter)