Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Whether it was Jonson, Guilliman, or Morgan, they rarely quarreled with others.

Personality, experience, values ​​and inner cultivation determine this common characteristic among the three primarchs: instead of standing face to face like fools, talking for hours about a result that is destined to be unachievable, the primarchs We still prefer a smarter way.

That is: shut up, prepare your core demands, kill them in one blow, and achieve your goals, or at least express your needs clearly and unmistakably, so as to reduce the time spent arguing with each other.

After all, whether they are Morgan, Jonson or Guilliman, they are all those parts of the Primarch who are proficient in the art of war. Although their specific areas of expertise may not overlap, they all know the importance of time to victory: for With the fruit of victory on the battlefield, no matter how big a conflict is, it can be temporarily suppressed.

This may be one of the few shared ideas between Jonson and Guilliman.

Therefore, when the Lion's sarcasm did not arouse Guilliman's anger, but made him laugh dumbly, the originally spark-filled atmosphere between the two primarch brothers also unknowingly lowered the temperature: especially It was when Guilliman finished laughing, faced Jonson's confused gaze, spread his hands, shook his head, and tentatively assumed a posture of admitting defeat, that the last smell of gunpowder in the air disappeared.

Morgan was not surprised.

She knew that whether it was Jonson and Guilliman in front of her, or the pairs of enemies she had seen before, it was actually very simple to resolve the quarrel between them: as long as one of them could take a step back, even if As long as you lower your attitude on the scene, most of the quarrels between the Primarchs can actually be stopped immediately.

Morgan learned this early: long before she [became] a Primarch.

But the problem is that most of the time, what Morgan sees is only two iron-headed boys who either feel justified or feel unreasonable, but still have to force themselves to feel justified, colliding with each other until the end of the world: like Keely After all, Man's level of relaxation is still a minority.

Therefore, the effect is also particularly significant.

After being subdued in disguise, a certain male lion's self-esteem was obviously greatly satisfied. The original irritation quickly softened into a smile as friendly as possible. Even the act of putting the follow-up plan in his hand on the table. From the original casual throwing, it turned into a serious and gentle handling, and even did not forget to make a gesture to invite Guilliman to continue reading.

"Please, brother."

The lion is as elegant as can be.

The change was so drastic that Guilliman's brows couldn't help but twitch.

He glanced at Zhuang Sen, who smiled gently on the surface but was feeling proud in his heart, and then glanced at Morgan, who was already used to this and shrugged his shoulders. Finally, he took a deep breath and acted as if nothing had happened. took over Zhuang Sen's second version of the plan.

never mind

Just pretend nothing happened.

Guilliman muttered inwardly.

War is the most important thing, war is the most important thing...

The original body encouraged himself and re-examined the battle plan that made his blood pressure bubble. He racked his brains to make it better. At the same time, he had to suppress himself and draw the dagger of sincerity. , the urge to fight to the death with Jonson: the latter one is quite difficult for Guilliman.

In the next half hour, the Macragge people had to endure this kind of torture, arguing with Jonson about the march route and the distribution of troops, one issue after another, and finally finally reached a consensus: that is There was no consensus among them.

A sad failure.

"Jonson."

Guilliman clenched his fist, symbolizing the failed end of the conversation.

"I still find it difficult to accept the core distribution of forces and division of march routes in this plan: if you insist on following your ideas, then we will never be able to achieve harmony."

Guilliman coughed and felt that his throat was a little hoarse. Morgan, who was sitting next to him and had never spoken, handed over a wine glass at the right time. The Macragge took it gratefully and took a sip. , and don’t forget to evaluate it habitually.

"Is this wine?"

[No, sherry, sweet. 】

Morgan smiled.

"That's it."

Guilliman nodded, smacked his tongue soaked in wine, and found that he could indeed feel a lot of sweetness, even exceeding the theoretical standard content of alcohol, which made the taste seem a bit nondescript: In other words , not as good as the style on Macragge.

The original body blinked and wisely did not say out his inference, but turned to look at Jonson who was staring at him: Jonson also had a glass of sherry on his palm, but the Caliban had not yet Go touch it, looking still brooding over the conference's ultimate failure.

Guilliman cleared his throat.

"Jonson, I suggest that we suspend this discussion first. It is just a waste of time to continue the discussion: I think we should give each other a day to rethink and deduce this war, and wait for several other blood relatives. Brother, come back and let’s discuss it again.”

"Jaghatai and Fulgrim?"

"Their opinions are worth considering."

Guilliman smiled.

"And I will seize the time in the next day, refer to your plan, and formulate a new plan. When the time comes, I will use it for the next discussion with you: I hope you can also try to improve your plan. ”

"I'll try my best."

After a long silence, Caliban just squeezed out a sentence.

"That's good."

Guilliman nodded, trying not to look at Jonson's face. Considering that the work at hand was still very important, he did not have time to continue chatting with his blood relatives here: after rejecting Morgan's second glass of wine, Guilliman While Liman was collecting the documents scattered on the table, he asked Jonson, who was picking up the wine glass, a question.

"Jonson."

"Throughout our discussion, you have been avoiding the question I raised."

"How many people did you bring here?"

This question made Caliban's movements stiffen for a moment, but Guilliman, who lowered his head, did not notice this.

"No comment, Guilliman."

Guilliman was not surprised.

"No comment?"

He didn't even feel angry anymore.

"You need to scatter all the hundreds of thousands of warriors under my command to clear a bloody path for your hand-picked beheading troops, and then take your Dark Angel Legion and several other legions to fight for Ullanor. Handsome Lift: So far, you don’t even want to reveal your military strength to me?”

"I suppose this has nothing to do with you, my brother Guilliman."

Zhuang Sen's expression remained unchanged.

"If you want to fulfill your part in the war, you don't need to know how many men I have: just take care of the distribution of the strength of your legion, Macragge. My plan is Reasonable.”

"My plan is also reasonable."

"That's your subjective fallacy."

Zhuang Sen snorted coldly.

But Guilliman said nothing.

He thought for a while, and in the end, he seemed to have figured out something, so he no longer dwelled on the problem. Instead, he turned around, quickly opened the door and left. Before the door closed, his voice slipped through the gap. Come in.

"I will prepare everything needed for the next meeting within twenty hours and re-formulate a suitable battle plan. At the same time, as far as I know, Jaghatai and Fulgrim will also be there at that time. Come back in turn. I hope you can answer the questions I just raised at the next meeting, Zhuang Sen. "

The Lion King raised his chin and did not respond.

Until the Macragge's footsteps spread farther and farther in the corridor, and finally disappeared from the senses of the two original bodies. At this time, Morgan, who had drank a whole bottle of sherry by himself, finally put down his hand. cup, leaned on her cushion, and looked at her lion.

Morgan remained silent the entire time.

"Do you have any concerns?"

Jonson obviously realized this.

【Ah, not really. 】

The Spider Queen shook her head.

[I just want to see what you can do by yourself. Guilliman is a good reference object: if Conrad or Corax come, then the corresponding reference coefficient will be very low. And if other people are allowed to come, the risk factor is actually a bit high. 】

The Lion King glanced sideways at his sister. Of course he heard the jealousy in Morgan's words, but he was not angry about it: decades of getting along with each other made the Calibans already know what Morgan's various tones represented. Meaning, he knew that Morgan was thinking about him now.

Although Zhuangson's brain was not strong enough for him to figure out how Morgan's behavior was for his own good, but since it was for his own good, then these small problems could be ignored.

"Then how did I perform?"

[Above the passing line, better than I originally expected from you. 】

Morgan smiled.

[At least, Guilliman went out standing instead of lying down. 】

Zhuang Sen was actually a little proud.

"But his unreasonable behavior prevented this meeting from reaching the outcome it deserved, and we would have wasted a day for no reason: he refused to take his place in the war, but his selfishness did not exceed my expectations. , because that’s who Guilliman is.”

【Who says it’s not? 】

The Spider Queen automatically filtered out the trash talk from Zhuang Sen's mouth.

[But having said that, Guilliman's rejection is natural: you didn't even tell him how many people you brought with you, how could he believe your plan? You must know that our brother Macragge is a Pure market liberals. 】

"What's the meaning?"

[Subjectively speaking, he is willing to help his brother for free, but from an objective fact, he must receive corresponding rewards for every help: he will unconsciously find these rewards for himself, and use invisible rewards to Big hands defend their tangible interests. 】

"That's the kind of person he is."

Zhuang Sen snorted coldly.

"Then tell me, Morgan, should I tell him the actual strength of my troops?"

【Is this...】

Morgan hesitated.

[I think that before you reach a compromise on other issues, it is better not to let Guilliman know that you actually only brought 10,000 people, and that you plan to integrate all the elite warriors from other participating legions into your beheading force, so that all Everyone is glorified in Ullanor. 】

[Including his Ultramarines. 】

"This is your advice, Morgan..."

[You thought of this yourself. ]

Morgan waved his hand, interrupting Zhuangsen's words rudely in a rare way.

[In front of outsiders, you must insist that this is your own idea: you don't want the Dark Angels to monopolize the honor, but want all the brother troops to participate in it. Don't let me know when the time comes, Zhuangsen. ]

[Otherwise I won't forgive you. ]

"Don't worry."

Jongsen nodded, and his confident look made Morgan a little worried.

"But is there really no problem with your Dawnbreakers?"

The Lion King frowned.

"I heard that you lost 3,000 people: this number sounds incredible."

[It's just an external announcement. ]

Morgan sighed.

To be honest, after more than a hundred years of ups and downs in the Great Crusade, Jonson's character has improved a little: at least the people of Caliban now have taken Morgan and the Dawnbreakers' predicament to heart, and will no longer casually blurt out such golden words as "Only 20,000 Dawnbreakers" that make Morgan's blood pressure soar.

At least, Jonson knows what the loss of 3,000 people means to the Dawnbreakers.

[But in fact, how could I lose 3,000 people in such a war? ]

Morgan smiled proudly.

[Only 362 people were actually killed. ]

"The rumor about the 3,000 people..."

[The 10% death rate is enough for me to withdraw the first batch of six companies that were put into battle for rest: if the casualties in the branch battlefield are really similar to those of other legions, then my management of the Dawnbreaker Legion and the Far East Frontier for decades is really a waste of time. ]

"That's good." The lion stopped asking.

"Since there are enough troops, will you go to Ullanor with me, Morgan?"

[It depends. ]

Morgan didn't care.

[If Guilliman finds that he alone can't stabilize the safety of the flank when he formulates his new plan, then I need to stay and help him: I can't rely on Chagatai or Fulgrim. ]

"Him?"

The lion king snorted disdainfully.

"Don't worry, Morgan, you don't have to guess Guilliman's thoughts."

"His thoughts are too easy to guess."

[What do you mean? ]

"As you said, Guilliman will definitely find some benefits for himself. He can't participate in this expedition for free: What is the relationship between Ullanor and the Five Hundred Worlds? If it's not for some other benefits? How could Guilliman come all the way to participate in this war instead of squatting in the independent kingdom he has always been thinking about?"

The lion king grinned.

"Wait, Morgan."

"Guilliman knows that my plan is correct. Someone must attract the attention of the greenskins, and let another part carry out the decapitation operation: he will not refuse to undertake the former task, and of course he will ask for benefits for his own legion. He will definitely ask for at least tens of thousands of Ultramarines to be arranged in my decapitation force, and the victory relief of Ullanor will be engraved with indigo armor."

[Hmm...]

Morgan thought for a while.

Then, she felt that although there were obvious problems with Zhuangsen's idea, the result he speculated...

seemed to be correct.

[Then, what do you want to do? ]

"Go with the flow."

The lion narrowed his eyes.

"I will temporarily change my war plan according to Guilliman's wishes. I will insert his troops into the decapitation force to fill the number and ensure the possibility of successful implementation of the plan: but I will not expect him to give me real help."

"My plan will not be based on the premise that Guilliman can play a role."

[Why? 】

"He will definitely make mistakes."

"His legion, too."

Jonson gritted his teeth, and he became excited.

"And once..."

"And once that time comes..."

——————

"I must find a way to solve all this."

On the Glory of Macragge, the king of the Five Hundred Worlds paced back and forth in his private strategy room, recording all the information he would use later: millions of interstellar map parameters, a vast amount of supplies, and all the reserves of the Ultramarines.

Guilliman needed the Five Hundred Worlds to provide him with a new batch of reinforcements immediately.

After all...

"Jonson is not trustworthy."

Guilliman rubbed his temples and muttered to himself in the empty room.

"Although his plan is correct, and the most effective way to deal with the Greenskin Empire is to implement a successful decapitation tactic, his personal ability is not enough to make me completely assured: I must draw more troops and let the Five Hundred Worlds provide me with at least 50,000 people, so as to stabilize the flank front and strengthen the strength of Zhuangsen's decapitation troops as much as possible."

"Lest he mess up for me."

The finger pressed and the order was issued.

"I must make a new plan based on the plan proposed by Zhuangsen, and make a more reasonable new plan: but I can't follow Zhuangsen's plan completely. He must have other intentions in this expedition. The beast's thinking is too easy to guess."

The Macragge smiled, which contained a little contempt for his blood relatives.

"He wanted to disrupt the coronation ceremony of the Warmaster set up by the Emperor for Horus, and wanted to attack Ullanor first, so that Horus's legion could not take the first credit and declare victory like a beast urinating on its own territory: if it were not for such benefits, how could that guy Jonson leave his shadow, return to the sunshine of the Empire, and join this expedition that has nothing to do with the First Legion?"

"He must have other wishes and it is impossible for him to devote himself to the battle."

"So..."

Guilliman blinked, thinking of countless new plans in his mind.

"I can't trust him."

"My plan cannot be based on the premise that Jonson can play a role."

"He will definitely make mistakes."

"The same goes for his secretive Dark Angels Legion."

"Who knows what they are planning."

Guilliman licked his dry lips, while estimating the time when Jaghatai Khan and Fulgrim would return here, and relying on his memory, he began to draw a detailed star map of the entire Ullanor Expedition: he would use this to formulate a new plan.

A plan that would satisfy Jonson, but would never make the lion feel proud.

Thinking of this, Guilliman gritted his teeth, and his marble-like face showed a little excitement.

"Okay, Jonson."

"I know, I know what you want to do in this war."

"Your thoughts are known to everyone."

"But you are wrong."

The Primarch narrowed his eyes and declared war on the lion with bared fangs and claws in his imagination: this feeling made his blood begin to boil.

"Even on the future Ullanor Victory Monument, your figure will stand in the center."

"But I will also guarantee it."

"By then, the colors surrounding you will not only belong to the Dark Angels Legion."