Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 54 The Barbarian Euglin, Scammed
One month.

This month-long intensive training was an absolutely novel experience for every new recruit from the Emperor's Sons.

Especially for recruits of Terran descent, the latest training methods have increased the intensity of their combat.

Previously, the most common tactics used were luring enemies with bait and besieging enemy strongholds to intercept reinforcements.
But actually applying "ancient" tactics such as electronic jamming and information blocking to the battles of Astartes was a different story.

Furthermore, how to use them, and when to use them, is entirely left to the grassroots units of the emperor's son to decide.

"We are the sons of the Emperor, the most perfect Astartes."

"Every soldier should be able to make their own judgment on the battle situation."

"It's okay to make a mistake. The battlefield is ever-changing, and we are not all-knowing and all-powerful Laplace's demon. Even Superman's Primarch wouldn't dare say that he can never make a mistake."

"The important thing is to learn from mistakes and continue to strive for perfection."

These experiences were particularly novel to them.

Commanding operations is generally the responsibility of the Primarchs or Commanders.

These new recruits only ever followed orders.

Where to go? Who to see?

How many should we kill?

Now they actually have to figure out their own tactics and counter the opponent's moves.
Not only can they not have the pleasure of killing people, but they also have to go through a series of deceptions and reflections.

Headache.

However, Casgar emphasized that if you encounter someone who claims to have a mind of their own and can give you the answer, never believe them.

Those are scam psionic calls; don't answer them.

Then Kasgar told them a ridiculous story about an Oglin barbarian (emphasizing his red skin) who was tricked by warp creatures and torn apart from his family.

He also said that only a fool like O'Grin would blindly believe information given by others.

Only knowledge gained through personal experience and observation constitutes true knowledge.

Don't believe other people's nonsense!

Oglin is stupid, don't follow his example!

Casca repeatedly emphasized this.

A month passed quickly.

After the successful construction of the "Imperial Pride" at the Jupiter Foundry, Fugrim also heard about the competition among the commanders.

She originally intended to promote Casgar directly.

After all, the Primarch is always the most important person in the Legion.

(However, there are also those like Mortalian, the first company commander of the Death Guard, who have a slightly larger say.)
However, seeing that Casgar insisted on a fair competition with the other commanders, she could not interfere further.

The exercise took place at the No. 10 large underground weapons testing site of the Ural Mountain Foundry.

It's more than ten times larger than the small venue Casca had previously rented.

And the enormous arena, stretching for hundreds of kilometers, could easily accommodate their mere four hundred men in battle.

"Vespasian, what's with that expression?"

"You don't really think those new recruits from Casca can beat us?"

Seeing the commander beside her frowning, Ador said with disdain.

"Seventy percent."

"what?"

"Previously, I thought you had a 70% chance of winning. But looking at your current form..."

"Fifty percent."

Vespa crossed his arms and said calmly.

"Fifty percent? Are you kidding me, Vespasian?"

"Thirty percent."

"No, zero."

He turned his head and continued, "If you still don't understand why you lost, then you will never win this battle."

With his back to the puzzled look in the other person's eyes, Vesper slowly walked away and entered the spectator area of ​​the foundry.

Will she lose?
As a genius and beautiful young commander, Adorlu's command abilities are so impressive that even the Primarchs have to admire her.

In addition, his subordinates were all veterans who had participated in countless battles, large and small.

Will they lose to a bunch of newbies who have just picked up weapons?
"Unreasonable."

The proud Adorlu snorted and, leading the elite soldiers from the First and Second Companies of the Emperor's Sons, walked into the passageway. The foundry's design possessed a minimalist industrial aesthetic.

The steel spiral staircase, like the skeleton of a dragon, grows on this massive, cylindrical forging facility, which is as deep and imprisoned as a deep abyss, winding and swirling around.

Vespa first pushed open the steel gate of the foundry, where he saw several people already waiting in the viewing area.

The Sword Saint Aqua, who was banned due to her high strength, and the Sage Rellano, who was in charge of ceremonies.

This also includes Fugrim, who never misses a battle in Kasgar.

Beside her was another tall genetic prototype.

She wore a huge black and gray power armor, the minimalist industrial design of which made her almost blend into the foundry.

That was the Iron Hand, who had recently returned to Holy Terra from the Great Crusade to attend a meeting.

Phyllis Marus.

With nothing else to do, he accepted Fugrim's invitation to come and watch the duel between the two commanders.

Who do you think will win?

"Ador. Is that even a question?"

"In this battle, I only saw an arrogant commander and an overconfident fool."

She didn't seem to have a high opinion of Casca.

"Humph!"

"I actually think Casca will win."

When her best friend looked down on Kasgar, Fugrim retorted angrily.

But the moment the words left her mouth, she regretted them.

Wait, Fugrim, you can't say that.

As the Primarch, one should remain neutral towards subordinates.

At the very least, one should maintain a degree of neutrality on the surface.

"Well, after some thought and comparison, I still think Casca has a higher probability of winning."

"If you insist."

Faced with Fugrim's love-struck mindset, Senior Phyllis sighed.

Although Philus also greatly admired Casca's mechanical design, one thing is one thing.

To believe that one has some talent in mechanics and that one's command abilities can defeat elite veterans is undoubtedly outrageously foolish.

Forged in the hands of steel, forged in blood and fire, there is never a place for fools or the weak.

Moreover, Casca has both.

The argument yielded no results.

The match began as both teams had their personnel ready.

In the open, realistic arena, several passageways projected the forces of both sides onto the sides of the map.

As several troop carriers rapidly advanced into the arena, the contest between the newcomers and veterans of the Emperor's Sons began.

Are there any flying objects or anything like that outside?

Sitting in the troop carrier, Company Commander Kasoron asked nervously.

The distance is several hundred kilometers, and if you were to walk alone, the difficulty of the projectile would be far beyond what you can imagine.

They need troop carriers for auxiliary transport so they can be deployed to the battlefield more quickly.

As veterans of the Emperor's Sons who had witnessed Casca's command prowess on Silent Star, they never dared to say that this was a battle they were certain to win.

After all, the glorious moment when the thousands of Chemos Guard chased after tens of thousands of aliens was still fresh in the veterans' memories.

Therefore, even though Commander Edlu was confident of victory in this battle.
They would never have dared to say that.

Even though Casca had personally promised not to use the autonomous flying mechs, he was still wary of these small, flying assassins.

"Buzzing—"

However, at this moment.

Kasoron was horrified to discover that the thing that was supposed to never appear was actually flying onto the head of their troop transport!

"Enemy attack!!!"

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(End of this chapter)