Warhammer: Start with a dog

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The atmosphere in the headquarters of the Cadian coalition forces inside Clough Fortress is tense and undercurrents are surging.

To be honest, Ursaka E. Creed was certainly a great commander, and his talents spread among his own regiment and junior soldiers.

But the most men he had commanded before this time were only a few regiments, and his wisdom and courage were only passed down among the mortal armies.

So in fact, not only are the young staff officers in the headquarters who are waiting outside the main office of the High Castle all showing unconvincing expressions of "I can do it for you, you lucky fool", but even now in the entire Cadia - —More than tens of millions of soldiers, vehicles, and more than six different factions—many of the decision-makers among them would not really intend to obey a man who came to power because all the senior military aristocratic commanders before him were dead. The so-called order of the Supreme Lord.

Just like now.

"Didn't the monks of the Space Wolves say they would go to the north to block the airdrop pods that landed there? There are also those Dark Angels clinging to their crashed cruiser! Is there any new news?!" Creed raised his hand He took his own wine glass and found that the amacek in it had been drunk long ago.

"Not yet, sir." Garland Kyle came over, and Creed raised his glass to him. "Right now, our entire area is severely disturbed. Outside, due to the chaotic radiation brought by the thing above our heads, there is a serious lack of psykers, or in other words, there are almost none except for the Inquisitor. But inside and near the city wall, It’s because of the matrix of nothingness unfolded for us by Sage Coran, which protects It has killed us, but it has also interfered with all longer-distance transmission methods and facilities that require the use of psychic energy. We can now only rely on radio dictation, visual observation and photography to conduct reconnaissance of the situation there. The report I received is that the reconnaissance aircraft team has already been detected. Set off, each carrying a camera and film in the tail.”

"Well, if we are lucky enough, we can get the actual situation there tomorrow. Anyway, I sincerely hope that the emperor on the throne can use his power to bless these good boys and girls. - This wine glass There are still ice cubes in it, look, Kyle, it’s so big! I guess it needs so much Amasec wine to dissolve properly, maybe less.”

"You can no longer drink alcohol and take too many cigars." His adjutant pointed out unceremoniously. "Your doctor has protested many times. He said that if you continue not sleeping, smoking, and drinking, he might as well resign and go to the front line. It makes more sense to treat the wounded.”

Creed regretfully put down the empty wine glass, and the ice cubes hit the wall of the glass, making a crisp thumping sound.

"So, what about the arrests of those robbers and murderers in the city who were printing documents with incorrect amounts?"

"The report from the fifth team of the Kashejin Fourth Regiment said that they have some clues, but they need to help defend the eastern city wall next, sir, so now there are two teams from the Kashejin Second Regiment taking over, but they are not very willing. They do this because they want to fight on the front lines."

"I can understand it," Creed rubbed his stubbled chin, the smell of cigar smoke and Amaceco staining the front of his uniform, "but the security in cities and factory areas cannot be like this. If we go down, there will be riots caused by hunger.”

"So they are still pursuing it, sir, but the terrain is too complicated, the opponent is constantly moving, and there are high-power transmitting stations. The number of Kashezin team is still too small. - Why didn't you use your refracted position? Wear the necklace around your neck?”

"It's better to continue to pursue it than to do nothing at all. At least it can drive them away, right?" Creed shrugged. "That position generator is too heavy, and it buzzes and gives me a headache." I'm going to die." He pointed to the long table beside him. This is a rather large pendant, which looks much rougher and bulkier than the refraction stance generators that officers of his level can obtain. Obviously, this is a standard product of the Cadian interior guard, rather than a product of military aristocrats. Good stuff passed down from generation to generation or obtained elsewhere.

"But it can at least protect you. You shouldn't take it off." Garland Kyle said slightly reproachfully. He walked around the sand table. "Now some of the scattered enemy troops who have crossed the defense line outside the city have begun to deploy. Artillery. According to our observations in the last two hours, there must be traitors lurking in the city. There is no doubt that the artillery commander will report the position to them——"

An unusually sharp whistle came from far to near.

The two people here are both battle-hardened veterans. They fell to the ground at the same second, but the impact of this shell was very accurate——

It exploded over a corner of the room.

Damn——

When the flag-bearing sergeant of the Supreme Fortress spit out a mouthful of gravel from his mouth and endured the ringing in his ears and the uncomfortable concussion, he got up, a huge fear began to envelope his heart: the small building of the command office A corner was blown down, and the place where Creed, Lord of the High Castle, Creed, was just now was buried by a large number of concrete stones, as well as fragments of equipment and furniture.

The sergeant roared, rushed there first, and started digging.

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"What's going on with their commander? Where's the contact system? Why haven't we received any reply after sending our communications for so long? Is the efficiency of the empire's combat communications really so low now? How can we command so many troops to fight in this way? ! I'm fed up! I'm fed up with this horrible inefficiency and blind faith! What kind of hell is this! I never dreamed that I would be in such an empire!"

Lord Robert Mercurius Guilliman's blood pressure is now rising, and his momentum is like a tide. The golden and red light surrounds him like a wave, seeming to sweep away all the monsters and monsters within dozens of feet. Of course, it seems as if he is standing still. Still unaware of the fact that he was at the center, Honso politely looked away again.

"...Perhaps there was an accident in the middle. This is quite common in such chaotic battlefields and command levels. What's more, the most indispensable thing in this galaxy is change and accidents, isn't it, my highness?"

"What about these Sons of Dorne?!" The original body, wearing red armor and holding a giant ax, turned around and pointed at the heads of the eighty-eight Black Templars who could cure obsessive-compulsive disorder and were neatly piled up around them... …Oh, the hill of tall unconscious bodies. This terrifying record has caused the friendly forces around them to leave far away to find more suitable opponents, instead of looking at this person who has not cut off enough skulls and is looking around angrily to find some more suitable opponents. Things come to chop the Ares champion around.

"We can't just leave them here, right?! We have to contact the city and take them in. Next, we have to find a way to help the Cadian defenders to defend this place without being too obvious. Although you asked Hestian If something goes wrong, take the Indomitable and start jumping immediately. Leave us alone, but..."

"But he is more likely to choose to stay and find a way to teleport you back, right? Then this time is not enough for us to escape, and we and the Indomitable will be cooked by Abaddon's fleet." The Potion Master said, "That's true. " expression.

"Alas, my heirs are always so protective of me... Sesala... I don't know what happened to Hill... Besides, no matter how many traitors we kill here with just the two of us, in the end we don't think of a solution. If you contact the opponent's commander and enter the headquarters to obtain all the battlefield information, you will definitely not be able to influence the outcome of the entire battle. War needs heroes, but the battle situation is composed of more mortals. "

"Okay, even if we contact them, what happens next, sir?" The Pharmacy Master remained calm. After all, the infirmary, canteen and various gatherings of the Destiny Steel are quite training. "How do you plan to convince the people on the other side?" Commander, are you here to help them, not Abaddon's accomplice to trick them into surrendering?"

The Thirteenth Primarch hesitated slightly. "I have myself and some ancient codes and permissions that should prove my identity."

"What level?" Hong Suo asked.

"Of course it is at the Primarch level! It should theoretically be able to take over any army based on a sub-sector or sector fleet!"

"Sounds good, but my lord, this is a mortal army nine thousand years in the future. They listen to you as if they were listening to a myth and legend," the Warsmith commented fairly. "If there were more Astartes from some Chapter here. Some, especially if you have more heirs, then your authority and code may have a greater effect, because those who come from your blood or the blood of several good uncles The heritage of the Cousins ​​is much purer and more receptive to the sudden emergence of Primarchs, but unfortunately we are in a war zone where the Adeptus Astartes are mainly composed of the Dark Angels, Space Wolves, Black Templars, and some from. It’s composed of people from various injured and separated groups—we don’t even know what other members of the group are included, maybe there’s Alpha.”

"Leon has always been a respectable brother, and Russ... Russ at least has impeccable loyalty, and presumably his children will be the same. It shouldn't be enough to reject friendly forces, right? As for Dorn, as a guard of Terra, he Not to mention the integrity, reliability and strategic ability of his descendants..."

The Iron Warrior Potion Master looked at Guilliman quietly, and at the same time reached out and patted the ceramite shoulder armor of the unconscious Marshal Almarich beside them.

Guilliman's self-confidence was dampened: things have changed, and it is indeed inappropriate for him to apply the impression he had of his brothers and Astartes nine thousand years ago to the present. The strange situations he has witnessed these days have begun to teach him that any current affairs cannot be conceived in terms of "their reasoning and rationality".

"...Well, don't you want to tell me that because of the passage of nine thousand years, the mortal army of the Empire can already ignore the mobilization authority of a Primarch? I am Guilliman, the Thirteenth Son of the Emperor, the ultimate Primarch of the Warrior Legion, Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar, I will also have a seat at the banquet in the Royal Court of Terra."

"Of course not, I have no intention of questioning your identity and honor," the Potion Master lowered his head respectfully, "But we currently do not have a 'loyal' Primarch recognized by the Empire, the State Church, the Inquisition and other authoritative institutions. grown ups."

Guilliman wrinkled his forehead covered with scriptures, "The Primarch itself is a miracle, Honso, maybe you have been with Perturabo long enough that you don't have much surprise and awe when you see me. , but more often than not, not everyone can face such miracles as me and my brothers. As long as I walk in, summon them together, remove my illusion camouflage in public, reveal my true face, and declare to take over the defense of this place... …”

"Then you'll be thought of as a legitimate Archdemon, a Chaos Archmancer disguised as an impostor, or an ambitious conspirator seeking to overthrow the Imperium, or all of them. I bet the Inquisition's Rebellion Order has nothing to do with it. The members of the Order of the Hammer will not listen to you at all. They will take out their guns and shoot at you first. Oh, you see, it suddenly occurred to me that this is a solution, as long as you are here to shoot everyone. If you announce your intention to establish a second empire, maybe a large number of Imperial Inquisition fleets and their lackeys will suddenly appear from somewhere, with the purpose of annihilating traitors like you and me. They can also drive away Abaddon's fleet, but this is a bit Ficadian. In my opinion, it may not be enough for them to throw an extermination order here. "

"...What second...is it talking about an empire! It doesn't exist! How could I have such thoughts when I know that my father is still alive?! It's ridiculous!! Watch your words! Honso! Also, the Inquisition will Would such a ridiculous and tragic thing really happen if you ignore friendly forces but only serve your own paranoid purpose?"

"According to my experience in the imperial world where I led troops to rob..., the chance of this kind of thing happening is not even less than 50%. The biggest difference is that the person who dropped the extermination order is the Rebellion Order or the Holy Hammer. Order or Adeptus Mechanicus - Why don't you try this? I think it's a good idea. Don't worry, since it's a fragment formed by the overlap of reality and subspace, I have a way to take you with me when the Extermination Order is dropped. If we run away, there's nothing I can do about the Indomitable and the people on it..."

"Then this method..." The Thirteenth Primarch hesitated for 0.1 seconds, "...don't mention it again until you are really desperate."

A polite but slightly approving smile appeared on the Potion Master's face, "Okay, sir, I will record it."

"We can't wait any longer." Guilliman looked around and judged, "More and more members of the Black Legion are landing here or marching towards it. They will advance outside the walls of the fortress itself. We will bring them with us." If so many black temples are not moving here, it will be too conspicuous. When the number of people besieging the city reaches a certain level, it will lose its defensive value. "

"That's right, sir. I saw that the local defenders above have begun to retreat back to the outer wall of the fortress in an orderly manner under the organization of the officers. They are well-trained."

"The quality of the local defenders here is the most normal behavior I have seen in many days, which is really comforting. There are still logical people in this crazy hell dream."

"So these sons of Dorne..."

Guilliman's thoughtful words, which some clever women can't make without rice, were interrupted by the sudden visitors. The two people's keen hearing could distinguish the tracks and tracks of the large Astartes-specific vehicles from the artillery fire, shooting and various noises. The special sound of the engine: there is a very mechanized Astartes force heading straight towards them.

"Dark Angel?"

"Unlikely, my lord. They never left their crashed cruiser."

"Space Wolves?"

"It's hard to say."

Robert Redglow Guilliman sighed and took up his greataxe again.

Hong Suo's face with a polite fake smile showed a look of genuine surprise for the next second.