This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 503 Go for it

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Ledodes, High Marshal of Blackrock Sanctum, High Glory of the Dawn Crusade, Avenger of the Iron Warriors, one of the greatest Dornish scions.
He ruled the Black Sanctuary for a thousand years, accumulating numerous honors. He was one of the guardians of the Empire before the Primarch's arrival, and he faced two Black Crusades in succession. He personally fought alongside the Primarch before he was fully grown, reaching the pinnacle of Astartes.

The banner of honor on its Eternal Expedition, which has captivated countless chapter leaders, records all the stories of Dawnwing's entry into the physical universe. Legend has it that only the mysterious chapter of Manhunter possesses an artifact comparable to it.

His life could be described as an unending legend, enough to prevent any Astartes from feeling even a trace of envy.

At this very moment, time continues to flow, and Arthur's voice still echoes on the bridge of the Eternal Expedition.

Tushan, the leader of the Salamanders, was so hesitant that it was deafening.

Ledodes seemed to feel a little dead.

He really wanted to say to Prince Arthur, "Why don't you take a look at us?"

We can cherish the opportunities that the Salamander doesn't value, and we can accept the reforms that the Salamander struggles with.

We can also find the Primarch.

Ledodes took a deep breath.

But he couldn't bring himself to say it.

There are no clues about Imperial Fist.

Nothing in the world is more painful than this.

Leaving aside the Dark Angels, a small, secret legion, it's said that the Lord of the Ravens simply no longer takes over imperial power, but instead silently protects the empire from the shadows.

Needless to say, Guilliman was preserved perfectly by the Ultramarines. In the past, the Ultramarines were even able to achieve complete financial freedom by relying on the only surviving Primarch, thus protecting his descendants for millennia in another way.

Even a fire salamander can find resurrection inspiration from ancient books by flipping through them every few thousand years!

As for the Space Wolf.

The legend of Ruth has been circulating in Fenris since ancient times, and his conflict with the Thousand Sons' betrayal of the Primarch is well known. The person must be in the Warp, and the Thousand Sons' greatest enemy must know some clues.

The Thousand Sons Apprentices, unaware of the situation, went to capture the Wizards; the Wizards, unaware of the situation, went to capture the High Wizards; and the High Wizards, unaware of the situation, went to capture the Primarchs!

Once the wolves have a goal, they have endless motivation. Now, they don't even follow the old way of recruiting soldiers. They directly recruit good families from the Loyal Succession Academy set up in the Ice and Snow World, then send them back to Fenris to complete the trials. The unlucky guys stationed in Fenris then spend another one or two decades leading them to integrate into the daily culture of Fenris.

Even space wolves!
How come every mother group has clues about its own Primarch?
Imperial Fist: Check Imperial Fist status.

Oh, it seems the current Imperial Fist isn't quite what it used to be. At least, while there's no problem with bloodline, there's definitely been a cultural break.

Ledodes turned his head away, not wanting to lose his composure in front of the Primarch.

He turned to face his comrades-in-arms, and even the respected ancient elders. At this moment, everyone's expressions were slightly distorted. Facing Tu Shan's hesitant face, they turned their heads away as if they couldn't bear to look at him, looking extremely pained.

There are even Lann and Polax, who have known each other since the Dawn Expedition.

Lann and Sigismund forged a deep friendship during the Great Crusade. Back then, they fought side by side, sword and axe, from Sunport all the way to Saturngate, killing countless skilled rebels.

After the Executioner Chapter achieved internal stability, began formal expansion, and rejoined the parent Chapter, this Supreme Chapter Master, who possessed unlimited power, naturally chose to join the Chapter's office at the Dawnwing, like many veterans of the Great Crusade, and work alongside the Primarch.

Pharax's motivation was purely out of friendship with Danteok, since the Broken Legion had always followed the Dawnwings. However, since the end of the Plague War, Garo, one of the leaders of the Broken Legion, along with a group of Deathguard loyalists, had become somewhat depressed, and the Broken Legion was stationed in Badab to rest and regroup.

At this moment, even the god of death had a distorted expression on his face.

"Supreme Grand Marshal".

He approached and greeted Ledodes, showing the successor of Sigismund the due respect.

“I think it’s urgent to investigate the ancient texts left behind by Dorne, as well as the Mountain Array, the archives of Terra, and all the planets that Dorne has ever set foot on. The Imperial Fist doesn’t have the energy for that, so leave it to us.”

This is the most important thing right now.

In the past, it was one thing; we survived for ten thousand years and continued doing what we were doing. But now the situation is completely different.

Without the Primarch, no matter how many soldiers the Sons of Dorne have or how many honors they have, who are they trying to impress?
In particular, other legions either have Primarchs or are about to have Primarchs!

"Yes."

Ledodes nodded seriously and agreed without hesitation.

He looked at the many chapter insignias on the Eternal Expedition's decor, focusing on the Imperial Fist, which had retreated to Terra and lost all sense of the world, unable to return to the Terra Archives and even raising fish on the Mountain Array.

Imperial Fist -

Ledodes clenched his fist.

I really have control over you!
The Supreme Marshal was enraged.

"grown ups--"

Tu Shan's expression was conflicted.

His biggest concern was that the Primarch was too lenient with them.

To be honest, he really didn't want to cause trouble for anyone, not even the Primarch.

Using tradition and difficulties as excuses is simply a way for honest and conscientious people to subconsciously want to do their own thing well, without aspirations for great wealth or status, and simply not wanting to cause trouble for others.

Salamanders have always been good at considering others. Even the relatively pragmatic style of the three-man squad, which is due to their tactical position, is still considered a bodhisattva by ordinary people.

In the past, there were rumors within the Empire that the Triple Legion was different from other Astartes, but as the Dawnwings gradually revealed the operational characteristics of each chapter through the advancement of military education, these rumors disappeared.

But now.

"My lord, on behalf of the Warband, I thank you and all the lords for your leniency toward the Lava Child."

Tu Shan's lips twitched emotionally, and he said sincerely:
"The Salamander Chapter will obey the Primarch's orders."

"now it's right."

Arthur smiled and repeated to the other party the words he had said to countless high-ranking officials of the empire.

"Don't be afraid of causing trouble; we exist to make it easier for you to solve your problems."

He then quickly looked at Commissar Arek.

“I support your plan. You have the right to conscript local Astartes and Mechanicus militia to fill the combat forces. In addition, since you intend to launch a counter-offensive, you can be more aggressive.”

"Yes, my lord!"

Arek stood at attention, then looked troubled.

"But the wild wolf."

The main reason is that Bjorn and Logan, as leaders of the wolf pack, are both in the Eye of Fear, on one hand blocking the Chaos Warband active in the Eye of Fear area, and on the other hand maintaining the investigation into Ruth's whereabouts.

Amegidon and Fenris are relatively close and have relatively stable shipping routes. For historical reasons, the Wild Wolves also maintain a certain number of permanent troops in the Amegidon sector. However, the quick-thinking Wild Wolves are never satisfied with simply defending when fighting.

They often seek out special areas, frequently clashing with the enemy, making brief contact and then retreating, tearing apart the enemy's defenses until they find the enemy's true weakness, actively seeking a breakthrough when command conditions are scarce.

This used to allow them to achieve remarkable successes within the Empire's rigid command structure, accomplishing a series of miraculous feats. However, it is now a hot potato for a commander who can delve into the depths of his thinking at the company level.

“Tell them this is my order.”

Arthur's face hardened.

In large-scale military operations, strict military discipline is essential.

Previously, command was practically non-existent. The political commissar's main role was pre-battle mobilization, while the commander's main role was simply to hold the title and use their prestige to motivate the troops.

The rest are simply the execution of tactical objectives, and the specifics depend on how the commander at the front acts. Naturally, it is more reliable to figure it out yourself.

But how can the current empire be compared to the past? Have all the things we, the Dawnwing, have done been in vain?
Authority should be exercised at this moment.

We're not afraid the wolves will disobey us.

"Definitely, definitely!!!"

The door to the command center was pushed open by a pack of wolves who rushed back. Finding that communications were still in place, the space wolves, who had only been out for a few minutes, breathed a sigh of relief and scrambled back to the communications station.

Tushan was about to give up his spot when the opportunity presented itself, his dark face still showing an expression of being caught off guard by the surprise.

The fact that Wokan gave his offspring such a sensitive nature that their slightly slow reaction time left him bewildered as to why he had gotten such a great deal.

A wolf rolled its eyes and immediately pinned Tu Shan to the spot before he could react, maintaining the main position of the battle leader. The surrounding wolves quickly shifted their positions, completely surrounding the battle leader.

In an instant, the area around Tushan was enveloped by a strong odor.

The think tank responsible for maintaining communications looked distressed.

In particular, he noticed that the wolf's hands, covered in some kind of messy grime, were casually resting on Tu Shan's scale armor cloak. He wanted to scold these unkempt wolves, but then he remembered that they were comrades on the same side, and he didn't know what to say.

This green skin vibe is so strong, it's hard not to suspect that if you painted them green and threw them into a pile of green skins, they could seamlessly blend into the green skin ranks.

Snapped!
The young man with dark hair, who was leading the group, affectionately put his arm around Arrek's shoulder, and the smell of his body made Arrek frown.

"Lord Arthur! I am Ragnar from Blackmane Dalian, Ragnar Blackmane." He called out obsequiously, like a grandson greeting his grandfather, which made everyone present feel disgusted.

Ragnar Blackmane, the new generation dueling champion of the Space Wolves, the wolf lord of Blackmane Dalian, and also the youngest wolf lord.

Logically, such a young legend wouldn't be so smooth, especially not a group like Space Wolves who like to pick fights and see it as a way to strengthen relationships.

However, given that these days a single brick thrown at the honor guards of each warband could easily take down three veterans of the Great Expedition, any indulgence or impulsiveness will ultimately become a form of heartfelt education from the old guys to these younger generations, teaching them the meaning of humility.

He looked at Arthur's image, and his mouth immediately stretched to his ears in a wide grin.

"We, the Space Wolves, are completely under the command of Political Commissar Arek!"

After saying that, he didn't forget to emphasize his attitude again in a loud voice.

"Ambigudon is the commander I admire the most."

Although these people are Guilliman's sycophants, and they can treat Guilliman like a Japanese person, Guilliman does owe them something, but Dawnwing doesn't owe them anything.

Should we abandon the gene seed subsidy? Should we abandon the policy supporting the self-sufficiency of military equipment? Should we abandon the high-quality soldiers from various icy planets?

If you can't gather 200,000 wolves when you receive Ruth's message, you'll be held responsible!
Dawnwing will hold you accountable for not following Wild Wolves if they disobey your orders and you don't bring Wild Wolves with you!
You're dead meat, you know that? No one in heaven or on earth can save you!
This hat is too big; even a space wolf couldn't handle it.

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Arek looked utterly helpless, especially as his nostrils were filled with the indescribable smell emanating from the other man's fluffy hair.

These wolves really went to great lengths to infiltrate the Greenskins' rear to cause sabotage and find a breakthrough. Ordinary Astartes would never have imagined such an outrageous method of physically altering their pheromones by rolling around in the Greenskins.

It's really not enough for Astartes.

"My lord, Arek has finished his report."

Seeing that the wolves had also promptly shown their attitude, Arek immediately performed the Eagle Salute.

Now that things have come to this, no matter how reluctant he is to part with the Primarch, there is certainly no need for him to choose to delay or anything.

Small talk is for after the war.

"I will bring victory to you, to Amagidon!"

He made that promise earnestly.

"We are on our way."

Looking at the confident political commissar, Arthur gave him an encouraging smile.

“Just go ahead and do it.”

Beep~
The psionic projection dissipated, and the link was broken.

The rumble of command vehicles and the explosions from the outside battlefield returned once again to this area that had once been watched by a greater gaze.

Arek stared blankly at the dissipating particles of light before him.

'Go ahead and do it.'

The Imperial command vehicle began to turn, heading towards the interior of Hades' hive, where a large number of reserve troops were concentrated. The Primarch's words still echoed in his mind.

This made Arak clench his fist unconsciously. This is a way for the human subconscious to test their own strength, and it is usually an action that people take when they believe they have gained great power.

"Hey, Arek, what are you staring at?"

Ragnar patted the political commissar's shoulder again.

Surprisingly, Arek didn't find the wolves bothersome at the moment.

Is it because of that sentence?
A question arose in his mind, and then he looked at his palm.

Is this a sense of security?
"How many men can you commit, sir?"

Arek asked Tushan.

"The last count was three hundred."

Tushan said.

Salamanders value the lives of others more than their own; they have seeds on Nocturne Star, so they don't care if they are wiped out.

“We still have a thousand sons of Ruth.”

Ragnar immediately replied with pride.

"Most of them are new recruits, about two hundred of them are former Gray Hunters, a small number of armored troops, and of course, there are also supporting mortal troops."

The relationship between the Wild Wolves and the auxiliary forces is fairly good. Although the Valhalla Ice Guards have some reservations about the Wild Wolves' usual behavior, the two sides are quite compatible in terms of combat rhythm.

Whenever the Space Wolves break through the lines with their extraordinary wisdom and strength, Valhalla's steel torrent can quickly follow from the rear, filling the gaps and annihilating those enemies that the Wolves cannot reach and that are extremely time-consuming to deal with.

"That's enough."

Arek quickly raised his palm and gestured to the Salamander Think Tank, who immediately placed the Servant Skull forward.

"We need to review the battle situation again."

"Arek said."

"Humph."

Seeing that Arek seemed to ignore the wolves, Ragnar snorted indifferently and waved to the wolves behind him. The wolf priest next to him immediately stepped forward and inserted the information they had collected over this period into the terminal.

A series of entirely new information about enemy territory was input into the terminal.

Arek was taken aback, but then immediately began to tally up the data with his adjutants.

The more he looked, the deeper the political commissar's brows furrowed.

Boom!

The bumps and jolting of the command vehicle as it climbed the giant conveyor belt made the flat tabletop cluttered.

"The actual situation is worse than I expected."

Bending down to pick up the pen that had fallen to the ground, Arek quickly drew lines on the table, saying:
"The command center knows nothing about this, there's no news at all. Look, their main force, led by nearly twenty super-heavy armored units, has already entered the Nix war zone. The fighting they've instigated with those low-level green-skinned troops has even spread to Gorgon, Hades, and Halesridge. I think Nixon can't actually withstand this pressure—"

"The Greenskins even had room to loosen their grip like this; we didn't even realize before that the actual situation in Armageddon was so bad."

“I spoke with the War Council.”

Ragnar crossed his arms.

"A concentrated attack led by Space Wolves was launched to decapitate the Bonebreakers, but it was clear that you were more focused on rallying the defeated troops at that time, abandoning the Amegidodton subcontinent and intending to further concentrate your forces. Moreover, you used a very conservative, turtle-like tactic."

"If this is the strength the enemy possesses, I think your hastily assembled assault force will be unable to do much, and may even cause the defense line to collapse."

Arek countered.

"Hmph, they might not be as strong in the early stages as they are now, but if you include the stockpiles you've been hoarding, they definitely are."

"But at that time, I hadn't finished organizing the troops yet."

"If we had been there to rescue them first, things would have been completely different!"

"And then I'll risk the lives of my chaotic, disorganized, hastily assembled planetary defense fleet to save you?"

They kept interrupting each other, but their hands were busy at work.

Tu Shan looked around, making sure to fill in any gaps, and noticed the two arguing. So he spoke up.

"The important thing is that we stood together and exchanged information without any barriers."

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The two looked up at Tu Shan, who seemed to be very concerned about the harmony of their relationship, exchanged glances, and sighed.

The war has progressed to this point, and both sides are under great pressure, especially as they are pushing an operation that has attracted the attention of the Primarchs.

This kind of attack, which carries some information and is harmless, is more like a way to relieve stress. To put it bluntly, it's about complaining, venting, and then getting back to work.

But let's talk about those good brothers, the fire salamanders.
After glancing at Tu Shan, the two continued their conversation.

This time, both sides were much more civilized in their language and wording.

A long and uneventful discussion ensued, with only the crosswind blowing.

Boom!

With another huge tremor, the field command vehicle reached its destination.

Hades's Nest City, Reserve Legion Garrison Area.

(End of this chapter)