Chapter 388 Interlude Sol Tavitz’s Doubts (2)
“Sorry, please wait. You mean.” Tavitz quickly calmed down, “You don’t think the tenth Second Army...I mean, the Iron Heart Chapter is now under your jurisdiction?"
"Why do you think they are under my jurisdiction now?" His Highness Lamizane's face looked like this. It was as if Sol Tarvitz had just said something that went against common sense.
"As has been the custom in the past, your highness, and while I absolutely do not want to mention either of those two names, the Third Legion, like the other legions, until the return of the man who was once our father, we are very For a long time, it was handed over to the Primarch of the Sixteenth Legion, who was the main leader at that time. Everyone recognized the Emperor's decision, and no one had any objections to it."
"Oh, and I didn't see that Horus (Saul Tarvitz moved his eyes uneasily) took good care of you all. - As far as my memory is not very good, I at least I remember that he must have used his brother's legion to fill in the lines for himself and take credit for it. With this knowledge alone, he would stop here. The posture of a warlord is not enough to be a leader."
Although he didn’t know how much His Highness knew about the situation at the time, Sol Tavitz remained silent for a moment in response to this overly straightforward comment, “This is your opinion. But to be fair, the Third Army’s largest The blight that caused the downsizing really can’t be blamed on him.”
“That’s right.” A strange smile appeared on the corner of the fourth original man’s gentle and lazy mouth. After all, it's not all 'his' stuff. It's normal for the original owner to act in despair when he finds out that he will be cooked to death."
The temperature in the Fourth Primarch's office is maintained by the air conditioner. At a comfortable twenty-five degrees, Sol Tarvitz, who was sitting here wearing power armor, suddenly shivered.
Is this something a junior officer like him can listen to? Please stop talking! The former Emperor's son faced the Fourth Primarch who started chatting and laughing and began to unscrupulously comment on each of his noble brothers and even his father on the throne of Terra (?). Not only did he immediately realize that His Highness Angron was always When he came out of the office, he felt a deep feeling of wanting to die, as if he had seen through the world of mortals, and a chill began to rise from the bottom of his stomach——
Out of some keen intuition, Sol Ta Witz no longer carefully concealed his purpose, and quickly talked about his motivation for coming to seek answers.
He did not come out of his own will. In fact, the Honor Guard can be regarded as representatives elected by veterans. They have secretly held several meetings in their residences, and when they discovered the patrol iron ring The mechs would never rush in to take care of their small meeting. After becoming more and more bold, it was obvious that at least Togaton was becoming more and more talkative.
They all agreed that their current father had obviously caused those supreme powers to lose their minds. Not only did he want to kill them, but he also became a traitor. This matter has not happened even after ten thousand years. Any change can be said to be a done deal.
Then, since these remnants of the shattered legions have normal minds, they don’t think they are some kind of superhuman beings - you must know that they were completely thrown into Istvan as abandoned children. On the ground of No. 3, the airdrop warehouses are even configured in the most primitive style with no way to return.
The Warmaster and his accomplices did not even provide these warriors with any vehicles or heavy weapons - they relied on those respectable fearless elders to supplement much of their heavy firepower before attacking the War Songers. , of course, forget about reserve supplies and the like. If there were no His Highness Angron and His Highness Perturabo, then there is a high probability that they would have followed the wishes of the betrayers and all turned into Istvaan San 10,000 years ago. Mud on board.
Now, after understanding what happened in ten thousand years, and wanting to live in this universe that may have become worse than ten thousand years ago, and to ask those betrayers In terms of revenge, it goes without saying that the best and fastest way at present is to rely on the subordinates of the two His Highnesses here - not to mention the fact that His Highness Angron was completely different from what they remembered on that day. He rushed into Istvaan III and brought them all back. His Highness Angron Petra now also has his own identity, complete battle group organization, ships, and has obviously become two... Well...the two bodies of His Highness Perturabo work well together.
The clues drawn from observations in duty shifts and daily life were gathered together, allowing these survivors to easily draw some conclusions: that is, His Highness Angron still trusts and is willing to listen to him. The elder brother's deployment is just like how the great betrayer could mobilize other brothers' legions.
Indeed, His Highness Perturabo actually currently owns a forging world, a recruiting world and an agricultural world, and the then Imperial Regent and Prime Minister is already working hard for him. It is obvious that, We broken remnants want to twist our strength into a rope, what more options do we have?
But if His Highness Perturabo Lamizane views His Highness Angron and his own men like this...
"Then things will not change? Do I look like the type who would kick Angron out?" His Highness Lamizane on the opposite side almost laughed, "What are you worried about?"
"Perhaps identifying a war... commander-in-chief will help unify operations and clear the division of wartime powers and orders, Your Highness."
"That is for sure, so when the time comes, we will appoint whoever is most suitable for this battlefield. Who will be the commander? This is a matter for the commander-in-chief. At the same time, he must coordinate the logistics, deployment and supervision of the battle. This kind of thing can only be done by one person. It is not impossible given the ability of the original body, but why does it have to be done? So extreme? Of course, you can also say that you were in a hurry, but I don’t have the greatest project waiting for me to do it.”
The other person gave me an unexpected idea. The answer made Sol Tavitz stunned.
“There is only one commander-in-chief, but the frontline commander is the one responsible for operations, and this position does not have to be filled by one person. This position must be flexibly arranged on the corresponding battlefield. If there is a choice, Suppose, I mean, if I want to carry out a lightning decapitation operation, I will choose the third and fifth legions, and decide which legion commander will take the lead depending on the situation; and for special operations of infiltration behind enemy lines, I will definitely choose from the nineteenth legion. Elite squads are selected and given discretion; for trench warfare and siege warfare, I will appoint the 4th and 7th legions, and then arrange for soldiers from the 10th legion or other legions to follow up depending on the situation. If it turns into a security war Members of the Eighth Legion will be sent... Is this so difficult to understand?"
The former Emperor's Children survivor on the other side looked dazed.
"No, Your Highness, my Lyman ears have very good hearing. It captured every word you said, and I understand every word."
"Then what are you doing?"
< br>"But taken together..." the voice of the former Tenth Company Commander of the Emperor's Children rose in pitch, "So, is this your ambition?!"
(End of this chapter)
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