Chapter 362 Iron Warriors Seasons 4

Season 3, Part 4

Rogal Dorn knew that before Perturabo entered the treatment room, he was cautiously skeptical about the return of Barabas Dantioch. The Lord of Iron did not think that anyone could leave the dead and splintered planet alive.

In terms of common sense, his idea was correct. Whether it was the disguised identity that some legions were good at, or the psychic fraud used by some enemies, they could achieve the effect of impersonation.

But no matter what, the Primarch still went to the Phalanx in person after the funeral ceremony to find out the truth of the incident.

And the first look Perturabo gave when he saw Dantioch told Dorn that the Lord of Iron had already determined the identity of the 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 examination report with him and explained 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 stay where it was and had someone guard it at all times.

Perturabo's heart was touched, which can be quantified by the increase in the frequency of the Primarch's blinking.

When Barabas Dantioch's vital signs fluctuated, Rog Dorn was half a second slower than Perturabo to notice this.

Even with a golden skull hanging around his waist, Dorn still consciously shut up and kept quiet. He discovered distressingly a few years ago that the skull could not help him solve all social problems.

"... Hard work, my warrior."

Perturabo held the railing of the bed with a solemn tone. He played the role of a legion lord, facing the soldiers who returned from the mission.

"No, this is what we should do," Dantioch said anxiously. Thanks to the efforts of the Imperial Fists pharmacist, he could not get up without knocking over anything, so he still lay on the bed.

"My lord, I brought the Iron Warriors... ahem... fragments of the Hrud energy stone, a list of unknown available materials in 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, warrior." Perturabo nodded, "The Battle of Satrada Abyss is over, and I have plenty of time to receive the precious information you brought us."

Dantioch seemed to want to smile, but his facial muscles were not very good, and with his old face, he looked like he was laughing and crying at the same time.

"The Hrud who escaped from the planet with me have been wiped out by Sergeant Zoran and me, and we have lived up to the oath of the Iron Warriors, my lord."

"You did a good job," Perturabo said, his expression still solemn. He crossed the guardrail and gently put his hand on Dantioch's shoulder. "You have fulfilled all your duties and even exceeded my expectations. It is my honor."

"This is what we should do." The battalion commander paused, took a breath, and continued, "I apologize for destroying a planet beyond our military plan, my lord."

Perturabo's jaw muscles tightened. "After you and Sergeant Zoran Anderson disappeared, I was ready to issue an extermination order."

Dantioch replaced his nod with a wink and said happily: "It's good that I didn't interfere with your marching plan."

"How many Hruds did you execute after that, Barabas?"

"Twelve small Hrud ships, and the specific number of aliens cannot be counted."

"How long did it take?"

Dantioch was stunned, and the answer was stuck in his throat, blocking it 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 couldn't tell his lost experience.

The battalion commander didn't want the father of genes to comment on his pain, he just wanted the primarch to pay attention to everything he did that made him proud.

"Well," Perturabo said, "Sergeant Zoran Anderson accomplished this feat with you. I want to know his achievements, Barabas."

"He suffered serious injuries and could not directly participate in the battle most of the time, but he completed a lot of auxiliary work in calculations, analysis, integration, etc., which took him... seven hundred years." Finally, Dantioch still said the specific year.

Rogal Dorn listened silently, motionless, and recorded the scene in front of him.

With most of the Primarchs returning, the Emperor seems to have arranged for narrators to write their own histories for each legion and build statues on Terra in order to spread and promote the achievements of each legion among the people in the future, one as auxiliary propaganda for the Great Crusade, and the other to stabilize the expectations of each legion for the future.

But according to his understanding of Perturabo, the Iron Lord is afraid that he will keep a lot of details inside the legion secret; if there is a chance, Dorn does not mind writing more public stories of the Iron Warriors into the history books for Perturabo.

"After that, according to the star map you submitted, you traveled a very wide range in the Milky Way." Perturabo said, and his tone became rare and gentle. "Does the assault boat have a name?"

"... Odyssey, Master Primarch."

"This is an allusion to the old land, my warrior."

"Yes," Dantioch said with difficulty, "It tells the story of the shipwrecked people returning home. The library of Olympia contains the old Terra epic."

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 acknowledge 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 go beyond personal self for you. The realization touches my heart.”

He spoke each word clearly, making sure Dantioch could hear his sincerity.

"I am proud that the Imperium of Man has Iron Warriors like you and Zoran Anderson, Barabas Dantioch," the Iron Lord said. "You are the true Iron Warriors."

"Thank you, sir." Dantioch supported his state and tried his best to stabilize his emotions.

Perturabo nodded.

"Because I mistakenly believed 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'm glad that my mistake did not delay the regular affairs within the legion."

Perturabo gave a small smile: "However, after we verify all the information you brought back, your verified abilities and unparalleled military achievements are enough for you to advance to another level."

He paused for a moment and said, "Welcome home, Warsmith Barabas Dantioch. Now... tell me what has happened to you in these years, my son."

——

"The Primarch Rogal Dorn left the ward silently, leaving space for the Iron Lord Perturabo and the warsmith Barabas Dantioch.

Dorn understood that from that moment on, the Primarch and the Warsmith no longer communicated as generals or warriors, but as father and child. And the content of their conversation, whether it was laughter or tears, frankness or choking, there is no longer any recollection that I am lucky enough to know.

Likewise, the return of the last warrior and the end of the debriefing process also brought a complete end to the one-year campaign in the Satradar Abyss.

According to the imperial chronology, the prelude to the war begins in the first quarter of the year. In the second quarter, the correct way to attack the city is obtained. In the third quarter, strong assistance from other legions is obtained. In the fourth quarter, victory comes to an end. After 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 chronological emphasis words during the naming process of the battle.

Finally, after Perturabo's second review and approval, this model battle was finally named the Millennium Battle of Four Seasons. "

——"Iron Warriors Classic Battle·Millennium Seasons"