Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 388: Interlude: Saul Tarvitz's Doubts (Part )

"Sorry, wait a moment. What you mean is," Tarvitz quickly calmed down, "you don't think the 12th Army... I mean, the Iron Heart Chapter is now under your command?"

"Why do you think they are under my jurisdiction now?" His Highness Ramizane's face looked as if Sol Tarvitz had just said something extremely contrary to common sense.

"According to past practice, Your Highness, although I do not want to mention either of those two names, before the return of the man who was our father, the Third Legion, like other legions, was handed over 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 objection to it."

"Oh, and I didn't see Horus (Sol Tarvitz moved his eyes uneasily) take good care of you all. - As for my poor memory, I at least remember that he must have used his brother's legion to fill in the gaps for his own army and took credit for other people's achievements. With just this knowledge, he stopped there. The appearance of a warlord is not suitable for being a leader."

Although he didn't know how much his highness knew about the situation at the time, Sol Tarvitz remained silent for a moment at this overly straightforward comment. "That's your opinion. But to be fair, the blight that caused the greatest loss of personnel in the Third Legion in the past cannot be blamed on him."

"Fair. Yes." The fourth Primarch on the opposite side had a strange smile on his gentle and lazy lips. "After all, it's not all his stuff. It's normal for the original owner to make desperate moves when he finds out that he will be abandoned after his own failure."

The temperature in the Fourth Primarch's office was maintained at a comfortable 25 degrees by an air conditioner, but Saul Tarvitz, who was sitting there in power armor, shivered.

Is this something a junior officer like him can listen to? Please stop talking! 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 (?), the former Emperor's son not only immediately felt the deep feeling of annihilation on His Highness Angron's face every time he came out of the office, but also began to feel a chill in his stomach -

Out of some keen intuition, Saul Tarvitz no longer carefully concealed his purpose and quickly told the reason why he came to seek answers.

He did not come here on his own initiative. In fact, the Honor Guard was the representative nominated by the veterans. They had secretly held several meetings in their own residences, and became bolder and bolder after discovering that the patrolling Iron Ring Mechas would not rush in to interfere with their meetings. It was obvious that at least Togarton was talking more and more.

They all agreed that their current father had obviously caused those powerful beings in the High Heaven to lose their minds and that he not only wanted to kill them, but had also become a traitor. This matter had not changed in ten thousand years and could be said to be a foregone conclusion.

Well, these remnants of the shattered legion, with normal brains, did not think of themselves as superhumans - you have to know that they were completely abandoned and dropped onto the ground of Istvaan III, and the airdrop chambers were even configured in the most rudimentary style that made it impossible to return.

The Warmaster and his cronies didn't even provide these warriors with any vehicles or heavy weapons - before they attacked the Warsingers, a lot of their heavy firepower was replenished by those respectable Fearless Elders, not to mention backup supplies. If it weren't for His Highness Angron and His Highness Perturabo, they would most likely have been turned into mud on Isstvan III ten thousand years ago, just as the traitors wished.

Now, after understanding what happened in the past ten thousand years, and wanting to survive in this universe that is probably even more rotten than it was ten thousand years ago, and to take revenge on those betrayers, it seems that the best and fastest way is to rely on the two princes here - not to mention that Prince Angron, who was completely different from their memory, miraculously rushed into Istvaan III that day and brought all of them back. Prince Angron Petra currently has his own identity, complete chapter organization, and ship, and is obviously cooperating well with Prince Perturabo, who has become two... uh... two bodies.

The clues drawn from observations during rotations and daily life were gathered together, allowing the survivors to easily draw some conclusions: that His Highness Angron still trusted and was willing to follow his brother's orders, just as the Great Betrayer could mobilize the legions of other brothers.

Indeed, His Highness Perturabo currently actually owns a forge world, a conscription world and an agricultural world, and the former Imperial Regent Prime Minister is already working for him tirelessly. 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 views His Highness Angron and his men in this way...

"That won't change anything, will it? Do I look like the type who would kick Angron out?" His Highness Ramizane, who was standing opposite him, almost laughed out loud. "What are you worried about?"

"Perhaps identifying a single commander-in-chief would help unify operations and provide a clear division of power and command during wartime, Your Highness."

"That's for sure. So whoever is most suitable for this battlefield will be appointed as the commander. This is the job of the commander-in-chief. He must also coordinate the logistics deployment and supervision of the battle, etc. It is not impossible for the Primarch to do this kind of thing alone, but why must it be so extreme? Of course, you can also say that you were in a hurry, but I don't have any great project waiting for me to do it now."

The other side gave an unexpected answer, which left Saul Tarvitz dumbfounded.

"There is only one commander-in-chief, but the front-line commander is the one responsible for combat operations, and this position does not have to be held by a certain person. This position must be flexibly arranged in the corresponding battlefield. Assuming there is a choice, I mean, if there is a lightning decapitation operation, I will choose the Third and Fifth Legions, and decide which legion's commander will lead it according to the situation; and for special operations behind enemy lines, I will definitely select elite teams from the Nineteenth Legion and give them discretion; trench warfare and siege warfare I will entrust the Fourth and Seventh Legions, and arrange for the Tenth Legion or other legions to follow up according to the situation. If it turns into a security battle, I will send members of the Eighth Legion... Is this so difficult to understand?"

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

"No, Your Highness, my Lyman's Ear has a very good hearing. It caught every word you said, and I understood every word."

"Then what are you doing?"

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

(End of this chapter)