Chapter 552: Massive Enemy Forces, Using Perturabo as a Sample

Hovens IV is still the same IV. The slaughter brought by the Skinners is mostly concentrated in the super prison with closed information, but there is not much damage to the factory area.

This planet is barbaric and cruel. Although the loss of Lanco, a big factory owner, has left a power vacuum for a while, other factory owners on the planet have coveted this position for a long time.

After showing Perturabo a reconstruction plan, the Lord of Steel selected someone who is capable enough from the greedy factory owners to replace Lanco.

Life has not changed much. The factory owners are still factory owners, the guards are still guards, and the dirty workers are still dirty workers.

As for the situation in the super prison, they don't care. It is difficult to guarantee their own food and clothing today, and they don't have the energy to put the luxury of mercy on strangers.

High-pressure steam spewed out, blowing the flute to make a huge and obvious sound. The mining area and factory area of ​​the entire planet started to operate again, and the smoke and dust filled the sky again, covering the sky of the planet.

In Lanco's originally luxurious office, Perturabo was standing at the window. He could see the operation of the entire factory from this position. Although the factory facilities in front of him were so simple, not even one ten-thousandth of the bases he built in Olympia and the Eye of Terror.

But seeing the mechanical behemoths running non-stop and the sparks rising in the furnace, the magnificent industrial beauty really made Perturabo feel much better.

There was also a fat man standing in the office. Compared with Lanco's thin and strong body, this man's obesity made Perturabo feel disgusted.

The accumulated fat and the man's small eyes gave this man an illusion of being honest and solid. But in Perturabo's eyes, this kind of obesity only made him think of the weakness of the flesh.

A bullet could pierce his skin and then break out from his back, and at the same time, it would bring out a large piece of half-cooked greasy fat.

This scene was conceived very clearly by Perturabo, and he stuck out his tongue in disgust. He turned back and glanced at the fat man in annoyance.

The fat man was frightened by Perturabo's eyes. Sweat oozed from his forehead. He trembled and took out the handkerchief from his chest to wipe it, fearing that the sweat would drip onto the floor.

"Okay, follow this book, and the indicators and other things are set for you."

A thick book hit the fat man's belly, causing the fat man to groan. He didn't dare to rub his aching belly, and the fat man hurriedly opened the book to read.

Production indicators. Factory planning. New equipment blueprint.

This book is simply a treasure trove. Any factory owner with a brain will go crazy for the knowledge in this book!

The fat man became more and more excited as he read until he saw the big words "treatment of workers".

He quickly calculated how many percentage points his profits would drop if he gave workers a profit and improved their living standards, and how much his family's wealth would shrink.

He raised his head from the book and looked at Perturabo's heavy back. He swallowed nervously. He knew that many people had entered this office before him, but few could come out unscathed.

Those families were hit quickly recently and then swallowed up by a new steel group. Maybe he did it?

Those factory owners always thought that the Space Marines did not get involved in production management, but the fat man didn't think so.

Their family could survive on Hovins IV for so long, all thanks to the principle of being cautious, thinking more and asking less.

That steel group might really be his industry. But would supermen like them who fought among the stars really look down on the calculations of these people?

The fat man shuddered. He realized that his rude gaze had lasted too long. He immediately put on a serious expression, full of military discipline.

"Guarantee to complete the mission!"

Perturabo's arrogant back turned again, this time with less contempt in his eyes, more surprise and praise.

He liked such perceptive people, "Reduce your belly, or I will help you cut it off."

"Yes!"

Perturabo walked away, waiting for the door to close, the fat man relaxed, rubbed his belly, and felt that he would suffer a lot in the next few days.

"How are the mortals we recruited?" As soon as Perturabo went out, Bashar and Hope came to greet him.

Bashar answered Perturabo's question first, and he put one hand on his chest to show respect, "We selected 10,000 strong men. Captain Hope has completed mental training, and they should be able to undergo surgery."

Arriving at a square, 10,000 strong men stood in two square formations of 5,000 people. Behind them were transport planes belonging to the Shark and the Weepers.

When all these people boarded the warship, Perturabo summoned the Shark's pharmacist and Hope in the ship's operating room.

There was an anesthetized person on the operating table, and Perturabo held a precious gene seed in his hand.

But it was nothing precious to him. He could make a lot of them in the culture chamber by drawing some blood, but it would take some time to develop.

Thanks to Lin Fan's injection, he was able to recover after drawing buckets of blood. Otherwise, Perturabo would have to rest for a while to nourish the blood in his body.

"Watch carefully and learn well." Perturabo said to the shark pharmacist, then took out a heavy jar from behind and handed it to the pharmacist.

The jars were full of gene seeds cultivated by Perturabo using his own gene sequences. A rough count showed that there were hundreds of them.

"Implant all of these after learning. The success rate is limited to 50%. If you dare to fall, I will put you in the Dreadnought."

The pharmacist nodded numbly, thinking that the gene seeds in the Sharknado flagship might not be as many as the seeds he had in his hands.

"If all are implanted, the organization of our regiment will seriously exceed the requirements of the Codex."

"Codex? Haha!" Perturabo laughed a few times. He had already read the Codex Astartes written by Guilliman, and nothing could stump him. "Make these recruits into pharmacists. When someone asks you, just say they are your apprentices."

"Ah. This."

"Does the Codex say that there is a limit on the number of pharmacists in a regiment?"

"No."

"That's it. I'm too busy to be a pharmacist. Is there any problem with recruiting apprentices? I said that the guy with the chainsaw sword is studying orthopedics, and I said that the guy with the bolter is studying anesthesia. Is there any problem? No problem. The magic of application is in one mind. Learn well."

During the Horus Heresy, Alpharius (Omega) stabbed Rogal Dorn, and then was killed by Dorn.