Chapter 124: Soldiers’ Chat Time (Part 1)

Kaidomor Frix found Azak Ahriman in the library on the bottom floor of the battle barge that the Iron Warriors Primarch tentatively designated as his flagship. ɱ

These foreign visitors from the Sun of Thousand Dusts will participate in some of the Iron Warriors' daily training, abide by regular activity times, and apply to cooperate with different hundred-man squads to participate in various battles.

Although they are mostly quiet people, these warriors do follow the instructions of the Gene Father without any compromise, drawing water and nutrients from the Iron Warriors' tactical style like water-starved tree roots, and regularly feeding them where no one is deep. The Primarch who pushed the expedition in the direction of the expedition made a report.

Privately, their relationship with the Iron Warriors is getting better and better - these red-armored warriors are the company commanders of the Helping Front Company, and their combat experience that can only be expressed clearly using a lot of gestures and abstract descriptions is finally summarized as the father of genes. The only person who can understand the battle report.

It can be said that if there was no Sun of Thousand Dusts, an Iron Warrior would be whipped into the office by Perturabo every week, banging the table and questioning whether they had just started to read.

In their free time, if anyone wants to find these scholars with red armor and gold emblems, they can try their luck in every corner of the ship.

The probability of Ancuenan appearing on the deck for shopping was greater than that of appearing in the library, while the probability of Hasta appearing in the mess hall was inexplicably higher. As for Ahriman, it would be best to try his luck in the Masons' Club, the ship's library, or the Meditation Room.

If any of the cushions in that neglected place had been touched, it must have meant that Ahriman had recently spent a pleasant time there, sitting or lying down, doing divination with the rooks.

"Kaidomo," Ahriman said, "I hope that this time you come to me and do not come to ask me to divine the true identity of that person again."

"Last time I was entrusted by my comrades." Fricks said, Ahriman captured some hidden meaning based on bets and misfortune in the word "entrusted". "I don't like to question my original body, nor do I like to use my guesses to provoke the original body's nerves."

Ahriman closed the book gently and protectively and placed the thin volume back on the shelf. Frix noted that it was a remnant of pre-Old Night literature, a book that few battle brothers read.

"I did not question your meaning," the scholar said, "just a suggestion. To follow the words of the Red King, we investigators need to stay away from unbearable secrets."

"I apologize to you, Azak." Fricks said simply, "Will you participate in this large-scale construction activity?"

"I am a Black Crow." Ahriman replaced his verbal refusal with a reason.

As he puts it, he is a professional diviner who relies on short-term foresight on conventional battlefields and works closely with practitioners of combat. But after embarking on another battlefield of transporting bricks and stones, it was difficult for him to keep up with the pace of work within the Iron Warriors.

"This time is different from conventional construction." Fricks said, "Because Witt is covered with ice and snow, it is a challenge."

"What else?" Azak smiled.

"This is the homeworld of a Primarch," Frix said. "I did not participate in the construction of Prospero. This is the first time I have entered the world of a Primarch.

Ahriman heard regret in Phrix's voice, and scholars know that this was because Phrix had not yet witnessed the Olympia he longed for so much.

During their first meeting, after exchanging names to establish a basis for communication, the two quickly turned the conversation to the home planets of their respective legions.

Ahriman expected nothing more from Prospero, while Frix was deeply dissatisfied with the shadow beneath Mount Atmoor of Terra. The Terran Iron Warrior "expected a world with green firs", and Ahriman could only reply that he expected a library that he had been told had been burned during the intensive training for the return of the Primarch of the Fifteenth Legion.

Azak Ahriman lowered his head and stared at the solid ground, giving him the illusion that he was seeing the shell of ice and snow through the cabin.

Prospero was a combination of ruins and ruins before the arrival of the Iron Warriors, and Invite was the materialization of ice, snow and cold wind. The difficulty of building Invite is even higher than that of the Thousand Dust Sun Legion's home planet.

He admitted that he had always wanted to witness how the Iron Warriors, who devoted all their strength to construction, carried out engineering projects in their unique orderly and busy manner, spreading a city on the spot in the desolation.

What has always hindered him is the fear of being limited by his abilities, and Fricks' invitation will be the best reason to take the first step.

The scholar ended his meditation and replied to the patient warrior: "This will also be the first time I have the opportunity to see the construction process of the original body's home planet. I will apply with Lord Perturabo to observe the apprenticeship and provide whatever I can." help."

He paused: "But if I remember correctly, it's Iron Warriors' shooting training time now?"

Frix laughed, which he did not often do, and it sounded like scraping of metal.

"Today is an impromptu meeting day. Half of the superior commanders are having active discussions in the combat center around future cooperation with the Seventh Army and the current architectural design. The other half is busy planning how to hand over the materials on the combat barge to the Gene We got a day off."

Ahriman suddenly realized: "There is a significant increase in the number of people wandering in the direction of the gallery today."

What hangs on the walls of Iron Warrior's gallery are not various classical or avant-garde color paintings. In fact, their exhibition hall is full of architectural drawings.

The vast majority of drawings of non-confidential projects will be put into the storage room after the project is completed. A few particularly excellent ones will be hung on the wall of the Iron Warrior Gallery, with the time, place, author, and purpose of the drawings marked, and a camera photo of the most artistic angle of the complete building attached.

The drawings on display are usually screened by the captain of the 100-man team and sent to the captain of the battalion for review. The battalion commander and the war blacksmiths who manage several battalions are only responsible for visiting during their busy schedules. Sometimes they will select some excellent buildings they have seen, ask for corresponding drawings and hang them in the empty space of the gallery.

It is worth mentioning that the late war blacksmith Defeis once asked for an excellent work from the hands of the mortal auxiliary army to hang.

Unlike the large-scale design drawings of opera houses, towering towers, parliamentary palaces, etc. that are often hung on the wall, that picture is a square, assembled residential building composed of prefabricated panels and reinforced concrete parts.

There is almost no decoration in the building, and the construction layout of each unit is uniform as if copied. The interior space is small, but all kinds of facilities with living functions are available, and the construction speed is extremely fast. It is a completely practical building.

When the object was first seen on display, there was a small discussion among the Iron Warriors.

Many people insist that the works used for display should be the benchmark for inheriting the aesthetic standards of human architecture, just like the huge platinum theater built by the father of genes in Olympia and the Iron Warrior Memorial Hall, which is composed of geometric shapes, overlapping walls, and staggered. It is either magnificent or ingenious.

Ahriman actually supported this group at that time, until Fricks told him that Perturabo personally moved the drawings from a corner of the gallery to the center and exhibited them for more than a month.

"Are you free now, Kedomo?" Ahriman said.

"What do you want me to do?" Fricks replied, "I'll continue to practice repairing the instruments in the cabin."

"I just plan to go to the gallery." Ahriman shook his head, "Since you have plans, I will go there on my own. See you later."

Suddenly, hurried footsteps were heard at the door of the library.

"You are really here," Ankuenan said, "Ahriman, and-"

"Kedomo Fricks." Ahriman said.

"Hello, Fricks." Ankuenan hurriedly greeted the Iron Warrior recruit who sometimes appeared beside Azak Ahriman, and then said, "Ahriman, Lord Perturabo needs you. It sounds like there is an emergency on the ground."