This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 532 Speech at the Military Affairs Conference

Amegidodon, Hades's hive, beside the Imperial command vehicle 'Starbinder'.

Ramses led Tarasin through the passageway beside the legendary command vehicle, looking out the window along the corridor.

The heavy protective steel plates of the former Imperial command vehicle have been removed, and a relatively short overhaul awaits it. The military center of the entire planet has once again returned from a mobile fortress to the location of the Supreme Command of Amegiddon, which symbolizes authority and is also more solemn and secure.

Every morning and afternoon, large numbers of people come here to gather in various departments to discuss the extermination plan for the Greenskins on the three continents or to review requests for aid and the reconstruction of shipping routes from surrounding planets.

From trivial matters within a planetary hive to crucial issues concerning the strategic deployment of the entire star sector, everything was within the scope of their discussions.

Even the arrogant naval nobles had to admit that while unified military command greatly limited the power of independent departments such as the Star Force and the Imperial Navy, and also significantly increased the risk of organized rebellion due to unified operations, it was indeed much more efficient than in the past.

Rumble~
As Ramses rubbed his chin, he watched a giant, green-skinned teleportation facility, hundreds of meters tall and shaped like a hollowed-out pyramid, pass by in the distance along the conveyor belt, preparing to be deployed to the Mechanicus Research Institute in the Arctic region of the planet via a space elevator.

If possible, he would be interested in checking which department has suitable management talent to alleviate the operational pressure on the park, or in personally visiting the psionicists who awakened in this conflict to see if there are any good cattle or horses among them.

Unfortunately, he doesn't have many opportunities now.

Ramses walked through the passageway with a worried-looking figurine king.

"I wonder how long it will be before Your Highness sees me again."

The King of Figurines let out a long sigh.

Due to necessary military regulations, he still had to undergo inspection by the Dark Angels.

Of course, with Ramses by his side, the lengthy security procedures were naturally off-limits to him. An examination of a Primarch cannot be as direct as that of an ordinary person. After all, the internal atmosphere of the Dawnwing is worlds apart from that of other Primarchs, and such a signal would be bad for anyone.

"It will be very fast. I trust the efficiency of the Dark Angels."

Although he had always disliked the eccentric behavior of these Dark Angels, Ramses thought they were quite talented in handling internal affairs and security.

Ramses looked at the dark angels on the visible and hidden posts, and the dark raven guards hiding in the corners.

Corax is a genius.

He was willing to do the warp work assigned to him, and someone even took care of the Dark Raven Guards from the dead warp. However, in the real universe, as the true 'First Returning Body,' he refused to show himself and didn't want to bring his sons, just like the Man-Eating Shark, and dumped them all on Arthur's side.

It seems the Dark Raven Guardians and the War Master are truly destined for each other.

But it can also be considered a form of trust. After all, Arthur's fighting style is fundamentally different from Horus's, and he would never develop the habit of bombarding friendly forces for offensive efficiency. It's reassuring to give Corax away, and more importantly, this arrangement makes him feel less conflicted.

Corax knew that his act of running away silently for ten thousand years was rather weak, especially when he witnessed Ryan and Guilliman still full of energy in the face of the Empire's situation and challenges from all sides.

Even more so with the Wings of Dawn.

They weren't there when the grand expedition was dividing up the spoils, but the 40k weightlifting team was making a lot of noise.

Although there are people within the organization who clamor every day that they will launch another siege of Terra sooner or later to teach the Emperor a lesson, and the general direction is indeed moving towards this goal, it is difficult for the Primarchs who joined later to keep up.

Meeting in the warp is a different matter; a change of environment always makes things more comfortable emotionally.

There's always another layer of twist after the first twist.

Perhaps it will be better to wait until we capture those runaway Primarchs someday.

Ramses glanced again at Tarasin, who was still in a state of confusion.

Their Dawn Wings can be considered a therapy center for many conflicted people.

He lowered his head and pondered for a moment.

The Wings of Dawn have successfully extricated themselves from the northern part of the Great Vortex, including the area of ​​Amegiddon, and reopened the passage between the Extreme Starfield and the Solar Starfield.

Although other areas are still engulfed in war, they are not of such high strategic priority. It is neither necessary nor possible to mobilize a large force. What is needed is to conquer them little by little through various sub-groups and patrol fleets. The troublesome areas will be left to the Lion King.

If nothing unexpected happens, Arthur's next task will be to organize the Imperial Army's attack on Comoros.

This will be a long process, and external factors need to be taken into account.

"Lord Ramses, we have arrived."

A steady reminder rang out, interrupting Ramses' thoughts.

They had arrived at the gates of Parliament.

With the war over and the waterways reopened, commanders of all branches of the armed forces are gathering at Armageddon. Large numbers of personnel are coming and going, and these days are when the personnel are relatively complete.

Arthur was presiding over a military meeting for the entire army.

"Please do not interrupt His Highness. The meeting is coming to an end, and His Highness has plenty of time."

Before opening the door, the Chapter Leader, who was unaware that Dawnwings had an internal network, gave Ramses a proper reminder.

The guide for Ramses was Carmel, the captain of the Vigilant Angels who had met Typhon before, and now the 'Shieldbearer' among the Twelve Knights of the Round Table.

This man's story was promoted as an example within the Dark Angels, but Ramses was not familiar with him and did not know why none of his many good friends in the Dark Angels came to take him under their wing.

That's true, good friends usually avoid him like the plague.

Especially Kai and his group, Ramses has a lot of dark history on them.

The full video encoding of the 'Second Civil War of the Silent Oath, with the Primarchs as witnesses' is still shining brightly throughout the Dark Angels.

Those who can understand it are truly blessed.

"Thanks."

Since they weren't very familiar with each other, Ramses didn't bother with his usual teasing about the Dark Angel's dark past. He simply greeted him and went inside.

Kamer closed the door.

The shadow that had been lurking behind them suddenly moved.

Kai's figure appeared.

He first confirmed that the door was closed, then breathed a sigh of relief, which Kamel interpreted as a sense of relief.

“You did a great job, Carmel.”

He expressed his heartfelt gratitude to Kamel.

"Your selfless actions have once again successfully maintained the unity of the legion."

The group of Dark Angels, who had been like mice before a cat upon seeing Ramses, nodded in unison, their eyes filled with gratitude as they looked at Carmel.

Azrael and Beria, those two conjoined twins, were having a meeting inside, while Sappho and Samuel were sent out to deal with Ramses, which was practically a death sentence for them.

"As long as it doesn't violate the Legion's principles, I can help you with one thing."

As a master of ceremonies, Kay, who successfully maintained his position by being recruited by the Lions in Coswayne, now chooses to shirk responsibility, said earnestly.

The surrounding dark angels nodded again, indicating that Camel could seek their help with any personal matters that did not violate the Legion's code of conduct.

Was Ramses some kind of monster?

Kamel was taken aback by this.

These old people who aren't even afraid of death are so afraid of him.

But I really don't have any requirements.

Kamer pondered for a moment.

Speaking of the warbands, they have now been rebuilt with His Highness's support and have even been selected as one of the Twelve Guards of the Round Table. This unprecedented honor is undoubtedly the greatest reward for those who sacrificed their lives.

As for himself, he is now His Highness's 'shield bearer'. The Storm Shield, which His Highness could no longer use after His Highness's power grew stronger, is now wielded by a number of Astartes who are unlikely to surpass him.

On another note, the atmosphere within the legion is quite good, which he also likes.

Just

Kamel suddenly remembered a question that had puzzled him for a long time.

He quickly tapped the servo system on his wrist, and a holographic projection appeared, showing a series of copied ciphertext.

These ciphertexts are not exactly secrets.

However, to be honest, as one of the twelve Knights of the Round Table, Carmel himself didn't recognize all of these patterns, and the interesting reactions of the other members after seeing these ciphers greatly aroused his curiosity.

Unfortunately, the other members also remained silent when asked. Saffo kindly explained some things to him, but they were all trivial matters. Coswayne was happy to help, but several times the plans were ruined by various unexpected situations.

He believed that such a small amount of news could not have elicited such a strong reaction from these veterans.

"My lord, can you enlighten me?"

Facing the increasingly excited gazes of the many veterans, Kamal, who had revealed the coded messages he couldn't understand and had roughly guessed their nature, asked.

"You don't need to know this."

Kai stared at the coded pattern, his face darkening.

"This violates the Legion's internal regulations."

Fearing that Kamel might misunderstand, he added another sentence, unwilling to give up.

"clear."

Kamel nodded, slightly disappointed, but not too bothered. Everyone has secrets.

Blindly exploring will only lead to rejection; just focus on completing your assigned task.
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"What's going on with the military's internal propaganda? What's your plan for the subsequent resettlement of the main force?"

Ramses had just entered when he heard Arthur's reprimand.

Ramses arrived at an area with a decent view and craned his neck to look ahead.

At this moment, Arthur stood in the center of the council hall, with Azrael and Belial, his two henchmen, by his side.

The people around, especially the officials involved in military arrangements, were all trembling with fear, and some were unaware that a Primarch had appeared beside them.

Master Ya's anger is quite frightening.

"The psionicist ranks have been fully devolved, and each high-level department is also staffed with psionic advisors. The military department also reimburses related physical enhancement surgeries. The highest leader of a star system's combat command system, the military department, has been restructured for so many years. They have the time to delegate command orders to the squad level and meticulously control the combat details of the entire star system. They don't have time to check their own physical condition?"

"What is the meaning of this military propaganda?"

Arthur's voice remained calm, as if he were stating something trivial that had nothing to do with him.

But everyone present, especially the senior commanders, was sweating profusely.

The relevant documents were placed on the table by the staff, and their contents were displayed to everyone.

"Commissar Arreek Leads Reconstruction Work" and "Enduring Illness and Loyalty to the Emperor: Arreek's Arduous Life".
As the contents of these propaganda documents appeared before the eyes of many commanders, many of them curiously looked at the contents and found that they were all about Arrek's background, how hard he worked, how loyal he was to the Emperor, and a bunch of fabricated little stories to highlight his sacredness.

"What does it mean to work while sick? What does it mean to ignore fatigue and throw yourself into planetary reconstruction right after the Battle of Amegidon? Are they Astartes? Don't they need rest?"

"Does one have to die on duty to be considered satisfied? Is that the only way to highlight selflessness, fearlessness, and loyalty to the emperor?"

“From the very beginning of taking over military affairs in the Extreme Starfield, I have emphasized that the military cannot be indifferent to its officers and soldiers. If the internal affairs departments of each legion cannot do so, the military affairs department should intervene.”

"I sent people to investigate and found that Arek had already completed his inspection and was organizing the troops to rest and recuperate. Arek himself was also surprised that the report was written this way, but since the words had already been spoken, he could not correct them. He could only insist on leading the post-war work."

Taracin couldn't help but glance at Ramses.

"It's easy to portray a good commander as unattainable, making it impossible for anyone to be one."

Ramses chuckled and made a sarcastic remark.

That's why he doesn't like to manage too many people; if things get too big, everything will get messed up.

During wartime, they begged for help from all sides, fearing that if they lost, the iron fist would fall on their heads.

After the war was over, they started cutting off other people's paths.

Arrek's rapid rise to planetary commander-in-chief through his astonishing military achievements and professionalism in a short period of time, along with a large number of core leaders promoted through the New Era Loyalist Academy's education, was too frightening in the eyes of the Imperial Navy.

Now that the Star Guardians are in power, shouldn't the Galactic Empire be the Imperial Navy?
And some people are even more foolish.

Ramses glanced at the local military propaganda officer in Armageddon.

Such people are completely unaware of the intricacies involved; they only know that writing it this way is simple.

The slogan of the Wings of Dawn is for humanity, for making human life better, and for enabling humanity to win the war against the aliens and chaos.

I'll just praise these heroic figures; not only will the leaders like to see it, but it will also make me appear to have high ideological awareness.

Now look what's happened; this is exactly what Dawnwing hates to hear the most.

"Instead of publicizing his pragmatic work style, his methodical command, his keen strategic acumen, his diligent studies at the Loyalty Academy, and the decisive role of military reforms in the entire imperial military system, why emphasize his loyalty to the Emperor, his work while ill, and his sacrifice of benefits?"

"To throw a force that has just fought the Battle of Armageddon directly into post-war work, to deprive a main force that has just won a war of precious rest time, are all the logistics personnel dead? The main force not only has to fight but also has to be responsible for these things, so what is the point of your existence?"

"And officers set an example by demanding obedience from soldiers. Do soldiers at your level receive the same level of physical enhancements? Do they have the same level of medical care? Aren't these benefits given to you precisely to require you to do things that ordinary soldiers can't do?"

It's clear that Arthur is very angry.

Only an empire would do something like treating its glorious troops like cattle and horses.

The key question is, what's the point of writing it this way?

Does this show off your high level of ideological awareness? Does it show that you deserve to be overworked to death at your post?
The officers in charge of organizing the logistics team kept their heads down, not daring to look at the leader who was known for his calm demeanor. They braced themselves against the table with both hands, afraid that they might lose their balance and fall to the ground.

"Why aren't the relevant honors and awards promoted in professional military publications? Why aren't our reports clarifying this? And the local government of Armageddon even promotes it as an honor, and in order to speed up the process, they even increase the amount of performance-enhancing drugs allocated to the work."

"Steelwing will personally intervene in this incident, and all those involved will be demoted."

"At the same time, organize an observation group, and you all give me a good look at what to do."

It takes skill to make everyone miserable right under the Primarch's nose.

Arthur didn't speak too harshly; when he found a mistake, he didn't just scold the student and leave it at that, but also corrected it.

"Yes, Your Highness."

The group quickly responded, showing no sign of objection.

The key point is that Arthur speaks very logically.

The most terrifying thing is when the Primarch doesn't rely on power to oppress people, leaving them with no thought of rebuttal.

Having finished this last matter, the meeting on ideological correction within the army came to an end. Arthur said nothing more, drew his sword, and signaled that the meeting was coming to a close.

"Finally, I want to emphasize one more thing to everyone."

Arthur spoke up.

Everyone looked at him.

"I am not denying noble heroes, nor am I belittling warriors who fight for humanity, but I sincerely believe that neither heroes nor ordinary people should live such a tiring life."

"It is wrong for humanity to live such a weary life in this galaxy. If the Wings of Dawn exist for any reason, then the Wings of Dawn exist to break these shackles."

"I won't say much about improving people's livelihoods here, as most of the members standing here have already experienced it firsthand."

The officers, who were mostly in their thirties or forties and came from regional military academies, nodded in agreement.

They were members who experienced the entire transformation of the Amighidton Sector.

From childhood, my family couldn't even afford to shoulder the debts of laborers. With an average age of around forty, we could see our days stretching out before us.

Now, thanks to reduced work pressure and improved social security, his family members are still alive and well, the family debts have been basically paid off, and he was able to enter a military academy through education and examinations. Now, he has become a glorious Star Force officer in combat.

Of course, due to the war, many people may never see their loved ones again, but this only strengthens their determination to end the war.

Their lives would be better without war.

"We focus on building up the military, investing a lot of resources, constantly exploring more efficient action models, rationally dividing labor, making each department more professional, and providing better living conditions for members who coordinate the overall situation, all so that everyone can have some breathing room."

"Expecting one individual to do all the work is unrealistic, not even for the Primarchs, let alone the Astartes, and certainly not for others to be held to the same standards as the Primarchs!"

"Why don't you all think about this from the other side? You are so indifferent to your own health, so inconsiderate of the reasonable demands of your subordinates, and so unable to empathize with your own compatriots. How can you expect people to believe that you are a qualified leader? How can you expect others to be willing to act according to your will?"

"If you don't even care about or cherish your own comrades and soldiers, how can you expect others to believe that you can fight for humanity and for others?"

Arthur addressed the diverse group of attendees.

They do not consider why they are fighting, nor do they consider how to systematically cultivate the soldiers' ideology and will, and provide them with the necessary care.

For most of them, the army is, and only is, a weapon.

The Planetary Defense Force can't beat the Astronautical Army, the Astronautical Army can't beat the Astartes, the Astartes can't beat the Imperial Navy, and since the Imperial Navy can't beat them, let the Cult of Mechanics do some archaeological digs to see which sage has some powerful weapon he hasn't used yet.

Still can't beat them?

Then we should hope for divine intervention from the emperor.

In any case, if a battle is lost, it must be because the weapons are inadequate, the effort is insufficient, or the loyalty is lacking.

As for people outside the military?

Is that a person?

In any case, there is no spiritual civilization construction, grassroots organizations and strategic research are lacking, and it is wishful thinking to expect them to conceive another form of war.

"."

As Arthur finished speaking, a moment of silence fell over the spacious conference hall.

Most of the people attending the military meeting were taken aback by these words.

The older generation of commanders from noble families looked somewhat bewildered, their expressions a mixture of panic and confusion. The younger generation, who had entered the Imperial Army's command system through Dawn Military Education, seemed thoughtful, while most of the core officers from local military academies had enthusiastic expressions.

They had never seen a military affairs leader speak like the leader of Broken Steel Wings.

Bang bang bang~
The Supreme Judge Agleia Hesikoud, who was in charge of recording the proceedings, was the first to raise his hand and applaud.

After a short while, the commanders realized what was happening and gave them a warm round of applause.

This includes Tarasin, who only listened to this short part of the speech.

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(End of this chapter)