"Get down to business. I'm already planning to send the army to Broome to fight the Death Guards against the Black Legion. ”

"They're gathered on a planet, and it's not far from the edge of the Eye of Fear."

Ryan didn't comment on Killeman's sense of humor, seamlessly shifting the conversation to his strategic decisions.

Later, Ryan explained his plan to Qin Mo in detail.

That is to keep the mission of Chagatai and St. Giles, which have left the main fleet, unchanged, and still the simple strategic mode of advancing, deploying the Blackstone Creation, rearifying, continuing to advance, and then continuing to deploy the Blackstone Creation.

Ryan would always explain to others why he had come up with this strategy, that the Blackstone Creation was too important, and that the Eye of Fear was too dangerous, and that this battle would not be fought if there was no plan around it.

Chagatai and St. Giles continued to do what they had originally planned, making the Blackstone Creations the core of a long front, steadily advancing layer by layer, with the strategic goal not to annihilate anything, but to build more Blackstone Creations.

However, the main fleet needs to change its original plan, break into the vicinity of Bloom as quickly as possible, and then try to place the Blackstone Artifact on Bloom until it captures all of Bloom and annihilates all enemies on it.

After explaining his strategy, Ryan looked at Qin Mo quietly, waiting for him to speak.

The most important thing in this war is not the Tyrone Navy, which fills the respective fleets of the four primitives, nor the Space Marines, but the various war departments of Tyrone that are responsible for logistics and supply.

Now even the most ordinary subgroup of Space Marines is heavily dependent on the supply of the Tyrone transport fleet.

"Of course, then we will go and annihilate the enemy as much as possible, anyway, we will have to fight them later, and we can fight as much as we can now."

Qin Mo agreed without hesitation, which quickly surprised Ryan.

The commander hesitated for two seconds and asked curiously, "Don't you ask me some questions?" For example, by the time we reach Broome, the Death Guard and the Black Legion will have already retreated. ”

"There's no need to worry about those subspace things." Qin Mo shook his head slowly, "After all, it's not just traitors who have backers in subspace. ”

Kiliman nodded, "I think so too." ”

"But if ......," Ryan decided to make the stakes clear, "if we don't take out those enemies on Broome quickly, we'll be dragged into the quagmire and ...... then."

"It's normal no matter what, whether it's going well or not. You're not a god either, and as a war commander, can't you just take out what you think is the right order and discuss it with us? Qin Mo said indifferently.

Ryan breathed heavily, his eyes looking straight at Qin Mo.

Ryan also looked at Qin Mo at the military parade in Terra decades ago, but at that time he was skeptical.

Now it's the exact opposite.

"If there are any accidents and troubles, it is not your fault alone, and there is no way to prove that you are not suitable to be a war commander, after all, even the emperor cannot be regarded as a last resort." Qin Mo said again.

As the Warlord and the Lord of Tyrone spoke, Kiliman lay on the table smoking a cigar, his gaze wandering back and forth between the two.

After thinking about it for a while, Killiman felt that Qin Mo was brushing Ryan's favorability.

But Ryan didn't seem to eat this set at all: "What if...... Ahem, if you think three or two sentences will do...... If you can make you friends with me, then you are wrong. ”

"Why do you think I want to be friends with you?" Qin Mo smiled slightly, "I just want to close the eye of fear, you want to too." And you are the supreme military commander of the Empire, and I am the leader of nearly 600 worlds in Tyrone, we have formed a military alliance, and my people will fight side by side with the soldiers of the Empire, at least we must be more harmonious. ”

Ryan nodded thoughtfully.

"If there's a problem with your strategy, I'll bring it up and stop you, and if I don't think there's a problem, then we're on the same page." Qin Mo said again.

Ryan nodded, got up and left the archives.

As he walked down the corridors of the Glorious Human, the Lion King had an irrepressible smile on his face.

When he walked down the road and met the New Thunder Warrior and Eisenhorn who were walking in opposite directions, they both nodded to the two of them uncharacteristically.

Originally, the two of them would have been looked at by the Lion King, because one of them was a member of the improved Thunder Warrior Legion who completely disobeyed the orders of the Empire, and the other was a radical Inquisitor who felt too radical.

Eisenhorn and the Thunder Warrior beside him passed by the Lion King, both of whom were puzzled, thinking that the Lion King, who had never given them a good face, had taken the wrong medicine today, and how could he become another Kiliman at the level of attitude.

……

A moment later.

Eisenhorn, who was still striding down the hallway, heard an urgent message suddenly broadcast on the ship's radio.

"After half a day of Terra's preparation, the fleet will sail into the Eye of Fear."

Then there are the nearby regional broadcasts.

"Ask the engineering troops to go to the engine room immediately."

Different voices rang out throughout the battleship in all corners and in the communication channels of the personnel of different departments, and then immediately and urgently assembled and headed for where they were supposed to go.

This is true for everyone.

The atmosphere became serious almost instantly.

"We're going into the Eye of Fear." Eisenhorn stopped and looked at the Thunder Warrior beside him, "The commander has finally given the order!" ”

Eisenhorn was not accompanied by a Thunder Warrior, but by a clone wearing Thunder Warrior armor, Corax.

Clone Corax wanted to take a walk around the ship, and it just so happened that Eisenhorn had some Inquisition matters that might ask Koraks, so he took the clone Raven King around the ship.

"You ...... before," Coraks was about to say when he was interrupted by the footsteps of a large group of people.

It was a group of people wearing heavy power armor, their power armor livery was made up of black and yellow stripes, and the people wearing power armor were obviously not Astarte, just a group of mortals with a small head peeking out on the upper half of the huge power armor.

Because of the addition of too many defensive devices, the power armor is even thicker than the Terminator used by Space Marines.

These mortals walked away with a smile and a smile.

"Who are they?" Corax paused, staring intently at the mortals in power armor and asked.

"Workers working in the engine compartment." Eisenhorn also stopped, looking back at the mortals, "The power armor on their bodies can make them unscathed in the energy diffusion generated by the moment of the emergency activation of the dimensional engine. ”

"I found out that there are a lot of iron men on the battleship, why don't they use iron men as workers?" Corax asked again.

"If something goes wrong at work, can Iron Man go to jail like a human?" Eisenhorn asked rhetorically.

Corax froze.

"Just kidding." Eisenhorn's face was paralyzed, and there was not the slightest hint of joking, "The whole fleet will start sailing in half a day, and there is too little time for the flagship engine to carry out the start-up process, and there is too much work to do, so those workers have to go and work with the iron man." ”

"The Glorious Human's dimensional engine allows the entire fleet to leap in and out of the dimension in unison, and it is much more troublesome to start it than to start the dimensional engine of a small broken ship."

"You don't have to worry, these workers are doing well."

Hearing Eisenhorn say that the workers were doing well, Colax was silent for two seconds and nodded.

"I could tell something from their expressions...... The workers had probably not been beaten by the ship's overseers all day or on a regular basis, so they really deserved to be okay. ”

I wrote it too late yesterday, and I was called to work overtime at one o'clock in the morning, and I slept until about four o'clock today

Let me take my time

(End of chapter)