Warhammer: Start with a dog

Chapter 388 Interlude Sol Tarvitz’s Doubts (2)

"Sorry, please wait. What you mean is." Tavitz quickly calmed down, "You don't think that the Twelfth 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 as if Sol Tavitz had just said something that went against common sense.

"As has been the custom in the past, Your Highness, and while I have absolutely no desire to mention either of those two names, the Third Legion, like the other legions, was handed over to us for a long time before the return of the man who was our father. It was given to the Primarch of the Sixteenth Legion who was the main leader at the 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 good, I at least Remember, he must have used his brother's legion to fill in the lines for himself and take credit from others. With this knowledge alone, he would stop here. The status 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 He cannot be blamed for the attrition blight."

"Fair. Yes." A strange smile appeared on the gentle and lazy corner of the fourth original creature's mouth opposite him. "After all, it is not all 'his' thing. The original owner found out that he would be cooked to death by rabbits, so he was desperate. It’s normal to move your hands and feet.”

The other person gave an unexpected answer, which made Sol Tavitz stunned.

"There is only one commander-in-chief, but the front-line 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. Assuming that there is a choice, assuming, 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; when conducting special operations of infiltration behind enemy lines, I will definitely select an elite team from the 19th legion and give them Discretionary power; for trench warfare and siege warfare, I will appoint the 4th and 7th legions, and will arrange for soldiers from the 10th legion or other legions to follow up depending on the situation. If it turns into a security war, the eighth legion will be dispatched. Members...Is this so difficult to understand?”

They all agreed that their current father had obviously caused the supreme powers to lose their minds. Not only did he want to kill them, but he also became a traitor. This matter has not changed after ten thousand years. It can be said that It's a done deal.

The clues drawn from observations in duty shifts and daily life were gathered together, allowing these survivors to easily draw some conclusions: His Highness Angron still trusts and is willing to obey his elder brother's arrangements, just like In the past, the great betrayer could mobilize the legions of other brothers.

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.

The temperature in the Fourth Primarch's office was maintained at a comfortable twenty-five degrees by the air conditioner, but Sol Tarvitz, who was sitting here wearing power armor, suddenly shivered.

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 take revenge on those betrayers, it seems that Needless to say, the best and fastest way is to rely on the subordinates of the two His Highnesses here——

Not to mention that His Highness Angron, who was completely different from what they remembered, miraculously rushed into Istvaan III that day and brought all of them back. His Highness Angron Petra also has his own identity, full chapter formation, ships, and apparently working well with His Highness Perturabo, who has been transformed into two...well...two bodies.

"Then things won't change? Do I look like the type who would kick Angron out?" His Highness Lamizane on the other side almost laughed out loud, "What are you worried about? "

So, since these remnants of the shattered legion have normal minds, they don't think they are some kind of superhuman beings - you must know that they were completely abandoned on the ground of Istvan III at that time. , the airdrop warehouses are even configured in the simplest form that cannot be returned.

"That's for sure, so when the time comes, whoever is most suitable for this battlefield will be appointed as 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, etc. This kind of thing can only be done by one person. It's not impossible with the original body's ability, but why does it have to be so extreme? Of course, you can also say that I was in a hurry, but I don't have the greatest project waiting for me under my butt. Go do it.”

Is this something a junior officer like him can listen to? Please stop talking! The former Emperor's Son, facing the Fourth Primarch who began to laugh and talk unscrupulously about each of his noble brothers and even his father on the throne of Terra (?), not only immediately felt the deep feeling of wanting to be annihilated on His Highness Angron's face every time he came out of the office, but also began to feel a chill in his stomach-

The former Emperor's Son survivor opposite him looked dazed.

Out of some keen intuition, Sol Tarvitz no longer carefully concealed his purpose and quickly talked about his motivation for coming to seek answers.

Indeed, His Highness Perturabo actually has a forge world, a world that can recruit soldiers and an agricultural world, and the former Imperial Regent Prime Minister is already working hard for him. It is obvious that if we, the broken remnants, want to unite our forces, what other options do we have?

But if His Highness Perturabo Ramizane thinks of His Highness Angron and his men like this...

The Warmaster and his accomplices did not even provide these warriors with any vehicles and heavy weapons - before they attacked the Warsingers, a lot of their heavy firepower relied on those respectable Fearless Elders to supplement, let alone backup supplies. If it weren't for His Highness Angron and His Highness Perturabo, they would probably have been like the traitors, and all turned into mud on Isstvan III ten thousand years ago.

"No, Your Highness, my Leman Ear has a good hearing, it captures every word you say, and I understand every word."

"Perhaps determining a war... general commander will help unify operations and clearly divide power and command during wartime, Your Highness."

"What are you doing?"

"But put together..." The voice of the former captain of the Emperor's Children's Tenth Company rose, "So, this is your ambition?!"