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Chapter 214 The Suicides: Try Launching a Nuclear Missile? Agman: No way!
Inside the supreme command post.

On the massive holographic strategic map, outside the blue halo representing humanity's defenses, numerous position markers were flashing glaring red alerts. EGO stared at this rapidly spreading "red patch," his face expressionless, but his mood was anything but pleasant.

Agman, standing nearby, also looked serious. Huron and Sicarius had both been admitted to the intensive care unit, and now the entire burden of planetary defense rested on his and EGO's shoulders.

“As expected,” Agman said in a deep voice, “these insects will never stay still.”

EGO rubbed his temples: "The most urgent task now is to figure out the Terrans' strategic goals—are they launching such a large-scale attack on our outer positions to gradually squeeze our living space, or do they want another large-scale attack that will fight to the death?"

He picked up a data panel summarizing the flurry of reports pouring in from the front: "According to the reports from the front, the Tyranids' tactics have changed drastically. They no longer simply try to overwhelm us with numbers, or rather, they no longer consider numbers their only advantage; they have begun to consciously launch precise, targeted strikes against our artillery positions, command nodes, and other high-value units; they no longer blindly advance, but instead biologically modify the areas they occupy, making it difficult for our soldiers to launch an effective counterattack..."

After listening to these analyses, Agman came to a preliminary conclusion: "So it seems more likely that Tyron wants to gradually reduce our room for maneuver?"

“Yes, that’s what I think too.” EGO’s tone carried a hint of anxiety. “But I have a feeling that Tyrion’s desires won’t be that simple. I have a very bad feeling about this…”

EGO paced back and forth in the command post, while Agman crossed his arms and waited quietly for his decision.

After a moment, EGO stopped, a resolute glint in his eyes: "If we're just passively defending, what we see is ultimately only what the Tyranids want us to see. I suggest sending a strike force deep into the Tyranid-controlled territory to see what these bugs are really up to!"

Upon hearing "take the initiative," Agman's eyes immediately lit up, and a look of delight appeared on his face: "Great! My fighting brothers and I have been resting for a month, and we've been wanting to do something for a while now!"

It must be pointed out that the "Astartes-Oglin Commando" combat style was unprecedented in the long history of the Empire. To put it more plainly, because this combat style was not recorded in the sacred "Astartes Codex," Agman, as the captain of the second company of the Ultramarines, was initially quite reluctant to adopt it.

But Lugert Huron was different. This Badab tyrant was a complete pragmatist. His Starclaw Chapter was now overstretched to five thousand men, five times the limit stipulated in the Codex Astartes. For him, winning battles and governing the land were good tactics; who cared about those ancient dogmas?
As representatives of the majority of the forces defending Planet Plantim at the time, EGO and Huron insisted on promoting this joint combat method. In addition, given the critical state of the war, Agman finally agreed to use this "heresy" form of combat, which was not recorded in the Astartes Codex.

Then, after the battle that eliminated the Norn messengers, Agman's attitude underwent a complete 180-degree turn, transforming him from a skeptic into the most steadfast supporter of the "Astartes-Oglin Commando".

EGO glanced at the massive strategic map and casually drew a circle at a point deep within the Terran-controlled territory: "Deploy the assault team here!"

Some might think his decision was too careless, but Plantim, as a purely agricultural planet, had extremely flat terrain—just vast plains upon plains—so it really didn't matter where he chose. The order was given, and 1,100 Space Marines and 3,000 Oglins regrouped. Surrounding them were tens of thousands of players who had spontaneously followed, eager for battle and ready to die. In the sky, a squadron of Thunderhawk gunships circled, ready to provide air cover at any moment.

The operation was a resounding success. This torrent of steel and brute force easily crushed all resistance from the Tyranids at the front lines. After all, what could possibly stop such a powerful and brutal charge?
However, the battle was not without its challenges.

For example, right now, Agman heard that piercing, irritating whistling sound again. He immediately gave a short command through his helmet communicator: "Ready!"

"Hoo-ho!" The three thousand Oglins immediately shouted in unison, raising their massive tower shields upwards. The steel shields instantly joined together, forming a moving steel dome that sheltered them and all the Astartes.

Tyrannosaurus's long-range artillery barrage rained down, with most of the bone spikes and acid successfully blocked by the sturdy tower shields. However, some managed to slip through the net. For instance, an Oglin next to Agman was unfortunately hit, with a thick bone spike precisely embedding itself in a gap in his power armor gauntlet.

Agman quickly pulled the bone spur, still covered in flesh and blood, out of the crevice, threw it on the ground, and asked with concern, "Are you alright?" After all, Tyrone's bone spurs were often highly poisonous.

The man, Oglin, grinned, revealing a憨厚 (honest and simple) smile, and shook his arm: "I'm fine, boss! I can still keep fighting!"

After this period of coordinated combat, many Space Marines had genuinely grown fond of these brave and reliable giants, including Agman. He knew very well that without these Oglins, the last battle against the Norn emissaries alone could have resulted in the complete annihilation of all thousand-plus Space Marines.

“Brother Agman,” an Ultramariner approached him and said in a low voice, “this is the thirtieth Tyrannical bombardment we’ve encountered since our incursion began. Many of our comrades have sustained injuries of varying degrees. Have our artillery units still not found a way to counter them?”

“Terren’s artillery units are like living organisms; they can move immediately after firing a round,” Agman said with a hint of helplessness. “Their mobility far surpasses that of our most advanced self-propelled artillery…”

Agman paused for a moment, then added, "The one who went to his death did suggest a simple idea: increase the kill radius of the shells. If the kill radius is large enough, the Tyranids won't be able to escape. For example... launching nuclear missiles. I rejected that idea."

Upon hearing "[Cannon-launched nuclear missile]", the Ultramariner's expression under his helmet changed drastically: "You did the right thing. Fighting the enemy under their superior firepower isn't new for us. Leave these bugs to us..."

(End of this chapter)