The Battle of San Pere lasted six hours, and the Colore defenders were completely wiped out.
But under the dark flames of war, the warriors of the Mad Blood Clan did not feel any joy.
They were tired, numb, and in pain.
In order to avoid encountering enemy reinforcements, the army did not even have time to resupply. They took the bodies of their comrades, boarded the warships and left immediately.
Tired, Fan Lun returned to the main control area and rested for a long time.
Two hours later, the army found a remote galaxy to temporarily camp and began to count the losses.
It would have been fine if they hadn't counted the cost, but when they learned the cost of the war, everyone was shocked, except Chen An.
"What? The Star Walkers lost 180,000? Why is it so much?" Fan Lun's voice trembled in disbelief.
Su Lin replied, "The enemy's counterattack was too fierce, and our soldiers refused to retreat, which is why we suffered such heavy losses. However, we successfully destroyed the San Perro base and killed over a million Color Clan warriors, so we made a profit overall."
Fan Lun gritted his teeth and said, "But the one we lost was the Star Treader!"
There were 500,000 Star Walkers, and 180,000 were lost in one battle. Even the defeat of Shining Star was not so serious.
"Your Highness, there will inevitably be losses in war. There is no need to blame yourself." Su Lin comforted.
Fan Lun couldn't accept it, so he called Chen An over and asked him the reason with a distressed look on his face.
Chen An replied, "Could it be that we are too weak? Oftentimes, admitting weakness is not a bad thing. Given our current overall strength, it's impossible to capture San Perro with minimal losses. Losing only 180,000 isn't bad from a global perspective. It shows that your command ability has improved."
"But...sigh, I should have listened to you. Now that the losses are so great, I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to continue with our original plan."
The plan was forced to terminate, which was within Chen An's expectations.
For the next two days, Fan Lun locked himself in the room and never came out.
On the third day, Fan Lun ordered the bodies of the soldiers to be buried collectively on a nearby planet.
The planet is a dead star and there is no sign of life.
One hundred and eighty thousand blood-mad warriors were buried separately, spread across various areas of the planet.
Fan Lun was tense throughout the whole process, with grief written all over his face.
"This is also imperial territory, not a foreign land."
"Come here, make me a tombstone out of scandium."
In the presence of all the soldiers, a huge tombstone was erected at the equator of the planet with the names of the fallen soldiers written on it.
Finally, Fan Lun, who was almost in tears, personally carved a line of words:
Over the years, the Crazy Blood Clan buried 180,000 of its members here.
…
Chen An was stunned for a long time, then used his consciousness to connect to the train and find a storage layer.
There was a tombstone inside, but the text on it was different from what it is now.
"I was wondering why it felt a bit strange. It turns out that incident happened here. But the words on the stele are different. Why is that? Has history been revised?"
The tombstone we obtained clearly states the Mythology Calendar, not the Wild Blood Calendar. This suggests the person who erected the tombstone was extremely powerful, or at least had a clear understanding of the Mythology Calendar. Sorry, I can't offer a reasonable analysis.
Chen An said, "I do have a guess. The tombstone we found in the Sea of Death didn't have the names of the fallen soldiers on it, which means the original text was all weathered away, and later people added two lines of text. Think about it, how many years have passed between the Mythology Calendar and the Revival Calendar?"
[The master's guess is reasonable]
Chen An suddenly thought of a key question: "I've always been curious about what tombstones are made of. It turns out it's scandium gold. Hurry up and search for it. Where can I find it? I'm very interested."
Scandium gold is definitely an excellent material as it has not decayed for hundreds of millions of years.
After waiting for a while, Fuyao gave the result.
Scandium gold is the hardest known natural alloy. Since it cannot be dissolved, it can only be cut and used, and its utilization value is extremely low.
"Neither the Mad Blood Clan nor the Color Clan can dissolve it. Are you sure we can't?"
Even if we could do it, we couldn’t take it away.
"Isn't there a piece on the train? If it can be melted, it can be made into a very powerful weapon. Ask the Materials Research Institute to try it out."
[The task has been assigned, and Director Tucker will soon plan the research project]
After chatting for a while, Chen An came back to his senses and walked forward to comfort Fan Lun.
"Death in battle is also a kind of destiny. Don't be too sad. What should we do next? Do you have a plan?"
Fan Lun said, "The Mad Bloods are generally impulsive and easily angered, and their intelligence cannot match that of you Wise Bloods. But I refused to accept this, and I wanted to defeat the Color Bloods with my own wisdom. Now it seems that I was too arrogant. Some things are destined by nature, etched in our genes and cannot be changed. Alas, Brother Xia, from now on, you give the orders, and I will obey you."
Chen An didn't answer for the time being because he found that the light cone on Fan Lun was weakening.
"Fuyao, what's going on?"
The light cone grows with the historical figure. If the historical figure does not grow or even regresses, the light cone will also regress.
"So that's what happened."
Chen An thought for a moment and sneered at Fan Lun, "Genes determine intelligence? Where did you hear that rumor? As far as I know, there are quite a few highly intelligent people in the Mad Blood Clan, but they just ignore the details because they are too belligerent. In fact, many of the seemingly rules are just stereotypes. You have the ability to break the stereotype."
Fan Lun nodded solemnly and asked, "What should I do?"
"The army will not be able to fight in the short term. I suggest you find a place to recuperate while I provide you with some specialized training."
After Fan Lun agreed, Chen An asked Fuyao to set up a special training team on the train.
Members include Orescu, Clarence, Sliven and others.
"The Mad Blood Empire's war knowledge is far behind. We'll take this opportunity to transfer some to Fan Lun."
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