Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 266 Professional Reinforcements
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A month passed.

The 18th Company, which had completely stopped landing operations and turned to blockading the galaxy, finally received reinforcements.

When the rift created by the warp engine appeared at Mandeville Point in the galaxy, all the Space Marines of the 18th Company gathered together and stood on the hangar deck of the Hound's Fang, ready to welcome the reinforcements sent by the Legion.

The Space Marines lined up on the hangar deck waiting.

Everyone is excited.

According to speculation by some people in the company who were quite familiar with the Primarch's behavior and thoughts, this time the Primarch and his guide would come to this galaxy in person to participate in the war in person.

The reason is simple, because both the Primarch and the Guide and Lord of the White Knights would certainly be particularly interested in the Void Shield technology on the planet below.

This is a high value planet.

If the Empire discovered this place first, there is no doubt that the Empire would occupy it at all costs.

Mago and his warriors were not only looking forward to the arrival of Gene-Father, but also to Gene-Father's expression when he learned that this planet would belong to him, not the corrupt bureaucrats of the Empire or the Mechanicus.

It was also for this reason that the soldiers of the 18th Company did not observe the situation outside the porthole.

Just waiting in the hangar deck.

"The transport aircraft formation enters the Hound's Tooth." Captain Juta conveyed the message to Mago.

"They are coming." Margo reminded everyone.

The Space Marines stood straighter.

When the roar of the hangar door opening reached everyone's ears, the Space Marines stood a little more neatly, until they could not find any improvement in their formation or posture.

A formation of transport planes appeared in the field of vision of the Space Marines.

The mortals working in the hangar waved flash sticks, guiding one transport plane after another to land on the apron.

At this time, when the Space Marines saw those transport planes, their expressions were different.

The largest transport plane landed on the apron in front of Margo.

The hatch roared up.

A figure that was not tall but looked strong and heavy walked out of the cabin with heavy steps.

Behind this figure followed a group of warriors who were also not tall but strong and honest.

"The Fourth Legion? How come?!"

Orenst's cries echoed throughout the company's internal communication channel.

The one who appeared in front of everyone at this time was the leader of the Fourth Legion, Perturabo.

"Surprised?" Perturabo walked up to Mago and looked down at the captain. "The 4th Legion and the 12th Legion left the Onus sector together and traveled together. You absentees who did not participate in the Onus Campaign should not know this news."

When the Lord of Iron mentioned the Battle of Onus, the World Eaters bowed their heads.

The Battle of Onus was a battle against the greenskins. The Emperor participated in that battle with several legions, but the Eighteenth Company was absent because it was sent out on an expedition.

This cannot be considered a shame, after all, the Eighteenth Company is carrying out the orders of the Father of Genes.

This can only be described as regrettable.

"If I were you, I would be grateful to the master of the Fourth Legion," Perturabo said, "because I was originally staying in Olympia, which is my hometown, but after receiving the news of your request for help..."

"I have come here with my Legion after receiving the most sincere and humble request from your Primarch, my brother."

"You should be grateful to me."

After listening to what Perturabo said, Mago finally understood why the Fourth Legion came here.

Because the Fourth Legion and the Twelfth Legion are traveling together...

Logically, we should be grateful. After all, the Fourth Legion has finally arrived, and they are professionals in siege warfare.

But Mago felt that there was something wrong... The reason why the Fourth Legion came here was definitely not what the Lord of Steel said.

"If we win the war with your help, we will hand over the void shield and production technology on that planet to you." The flag bearer stepped forward and said, "Then we will withdraw our request for assistance now and ask your Fourth Legion to leave this system."

Perturabo looked at the flag bearer and said in a deep voice: "I like you as a warrior. When I first commanded you, I was thinking, if I had someone like you in my legion... But this does not mean that you can make demands on me. When I appear here, your will is no longer important."

"but……"

Perturabo paused.

go on.

"But you can keep everything on that planet down there, just like you did on Novsendak 5."

After saying this, Perturabo suddenly lowered his head and fell into deep thought.

Mago thinks that the Lord of Steel came here for the Void Shield.

But it's not.

Perturabo was here because he wanted to be here, not because of Angron's humble and sincere request...

Perturabo still remembered that after he went to the Resolute Resolve again, he saw a naval officer running into the command deck. Since Angron was not there, he asked the officer what was the matter.

Then he learned about the 18th Company's request for help and rushed over.

Perturabo pondered, thinking that Angron must not have known then that his Eighteenth Company had requested assistance, but he must know now, after all, a month had passed.

Mago had no idea what Perturabo was thinking.

It was impossible to know what was going on in Perturabo's mind.

The only person who could understand Perturabo's thoughts, apart from the Lord of the Twelve Legions, was Perturabo himself.

"By all means, Captain."

"My brother is here to help you. He brought a legion with him."

A pleasant voice sounded.

Mago looked in the direction of the voice and saw the woman walking up to Perturabo after the Iron Warrior made way.

"Maybe you don't welcome his coming, but you do need help, and my brother arrives in time." Carlyphon said to Mago.

Margo nodded: "Yes."

Perturabo looked at Callifon, dissatisfaction showing on his face beneath his helmet.

He was very dissatisfied with Kaliphon, whether it was the name Kaliphon used in front of outsiders that made Perturabo look shorter than him, or Kaliphon ignoring his previous proposal to travel with the fleet, which he had clearly rejected...

But Perturabo thought of what Angron had said and said nothing.

He can't be honest. He can only keep silent when he shouldn't.

"Be careful, guys."

The rough voice of the Battle Axe Champion Orenst came out from under his helmet, like the sound processed by the inferior current microphone of ancient Terra, a noise created by the human mouth and inferior communication tools.

"I hope that the Gene Father has clearly stated to the Fourth Legion that we are not allowed to kill every tenth of our Eighteenth Company."

After making this inappropriate and non-funny joke, Orenst burst into laughter.

Everyone was silent at Orenst's laughter.

Orenst's laughter gradually died down.

Everyone seemed to have heard nothing and turned around and walked towards the command deck.

Mago walked beside Perturabo, talking about the war.

Dantioch came to the flag-bearing officer of the 18th Company and chatted with him.

People passed by Orenst.

……

The Lord of Steel naturally got the command.

Mago and the Tridents all served as senior officers acting on Perturabo's orders and participating in pre-battle meetings.

"Is it this planet that intercepted you for so long?"

“It’s just one planet.”

Perturabo stood with his hands behind his back, looking at all the information presented on the tactical table with contempt, with the corners of his mouth raised, appearing to look down upon the defensive capabilities of the planet below.

Under normal circumstances, Mago would have thought that Perturabo was just looking for an excuse to scold the people of the 12th Legion, as he had often done before.

But now, Mago believed that Perturabo was telling the truth.

In front of the Fourth Legion, the defense of the planet below was not strong at all.

Except for the void shield, everything on that planet is extremely backward, not only the weapons and equipment, but also the tactics are backward. The combat environment is still that of an artificial island where it is difficult to build a deep defense line.

In the eyes of everyone in the Fourth Legion, which excels in siege warfare, any alien or powerful enemy known for defensive warfare that they have ever dealt with was far more powerful than the rebels here.

"We are a shock force." Mago thought for a moment and responded, "and we are outnumbered."

"Then you should go around it," Perturabo said. "My brother didn't give you a death order to capture such a planet, did he? Why is your company the only one to carry out the expedition? You are just the vanguard, not the conqueror, just like in previous wars, your 12th Legion was used as the vanguard of the assault, not the main force of the assault."

Mago didn't want to explain too much to Perturabo, an outsider.

Because of the number of people in the 18th Company, after conquering a world, only one or two people can be left to garrison there. However, the galaxies that have been conquered now are already the largest territory that the 18th Company can conquer.

If the company doesn't want to stay here, then we can only find a cool place to stay... Considering the company's reputation, it's better to do something than just stay here.

"Let's talk about something practical!" Perturabo glanced at every officer of the Eighteenth Company. "Stop talking about glory, merit, and honor!"

"Let's do something practical!" the Lord of Steel emphasized loudly again.

"Since you have fewer people, you should attack fewer places and consolidate the places you have conquered first."

“Don’t do something that is impossible to achieve just for the sake of pursuing something.”

"Your Twelve Legions will never be as useful as my offspring."

Perturabo looked towards Dantioch subconsciously.

The Iron Warriors hold their heads high.

The Fourth Legion is a legion that pursues pragmatism. Although they also value things like honor, they will never do anything extravagant for the sake of honor.

But in Margo's opinion...

The pursuit of the Fourth Legion is not actually practicality. They are just desperately pursuing something other than glory. They seek to complete the orders of the Primarch and the Emperor and to gain recognition. In this regard, they are more determined and work harder than the Twelfth Legion.

"Fight." Perturabo leaned forward, his arms resting on the edge of the tactical table, and ordered in a muffled voice, "You know what to do."

The Iron Warriors present saluted and left the tactical room.

There was no need for Perturabo to personally plan an offensive. Even the most ordinary soldiers among the Iron Warriors knew the best way to fight from countless similar wars.

The enemy is only advanced in void shield technology, and is inferior to Terra 2K in ancient times in all other aspects. It is not worth it for the Iron Warriors to formulate a strategy alone.

"This planet is very strange." Perturabo was paying attention to the planet's condition rather than the Legion's. "They have advanced void shield technology, but their science and technology are so backward. My Legion has already begun preparing for the attack, but they are still hiding under the protection of the void shield like a turtle in its shell, without any reaction."

Mago nodded. "We suspect that this planet was once a place where void shields were produced. Their population is sparse and scattered on various islands on the sea. Each island is a city-state. They do not have a united ruling entity. Only in extreme cases will the city-states gather together to discuss matters."

"For example, they deceived you into thinking they were conquered, and then gave you time to activate the void shield before starting the battle?" Perturabo asked with a smile, "How could they do such a thing together? A group of city-states?"

Margo nodded again.

The people on that planet are inexplicably united.

"Hmm..." Perturabo straightened up, staring at the tactical table, and fell silent.

Various weapons of the Fourth Legion specifically designed to bomb void shields have been dropped onto the planet.

Other troops within the legion are also preparing. They will soon be able to launch a lightning-fast airborne strike. The engineering troops can even establish landing points and positions within the enemy's void shield city.

After staring for a while, Perturabo suddenly asked: "They...are equivalent to rebels, right?"

Mago frowned and didn't respond.

But Magor knew that by the standards set by the Imperial War Council, this planet was undoubtedly a rebel.

Because they had accepted the rule of the empire, and then one day they killed the officials sent by Nuxing and started a war.

But the question is not how to define this war, but why Perturabo asks in the first place.

“What we need to plan is not war.”

The Lord of Steel reached out his hand and touched the surface of the planet.

City and population data popped up.

"We should plan a complete conquest that will penetrate the locals' bones."

"We have imprinted our fear of the Empire and our fear of rebellion directly on the locals, allowing this regret to be passed down like genes, so that they will feel ashamed and regretful of their current actions from generation to generation."

The words of the Lord of Steel made Mago shudder.

The reason why Mago was horrified was not the murderous implication implied in Perturabo's words, but the fact that Perturabo's actions were intolerable to the Lord of the Twelfth Legion. The Fourth Legion could just leave after doing this, but the Eighteenth Company would have to deal with the mess.

Mago tried to dissuade him, but Perturabo didn't listen and started planning.

(End of this chapter)