Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"Okay, let's deal with these things." Guilliman handed over a data panel.

".......This is beyond my authority, sir."

"No, I said. If I follow the procedures, I can immediately arrange a title for you." Guilliman smiled slightly, then pointed to the seat at the side of the room, indicating that he should work there.

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"You're here." Auguston said to Captain Hill who was walking towards him.

"I'm here as promised." Hill glanced around. They were now in the Legion's bar at a frontier star fortress. The two Chapter Master candidates had received the news immediately after Guilliman's order. To the surprise of their supporters and recommenders, the two Captains didn't immediately prepare upon receiving the news, but instead arranged a meeting. It was worth noting that the two hadn't interacted much before, Hill following the Primarch's lead, while Auguston had been leading troops away.

"Have you heard the news?" Auguston poured himself and Hillel a glass of wine. Then he clinked his glass with the one across from him, then gulped it down. Regardless of how the negotiations unfolded, the atmosphere at the table couldn't be lost!

"Of course I've heard about it. Lord Ducain will also participate in the battle of Conville 5. He has more than 1 elite Iron Hands soldiers under his command. There are also Mechanicum troops. If we want to win, we must join forces." Hill said straight to the point.

"That's right, we must join forces. Compared to the competition with the Iron Hands, the competition between us is not important. To be honest, I have tolerated those arrogant and cold guys for a long time. They are indeed strong, but I don't like their temper." Auguston said.

"So you've chosen to be close to the Space Wolves?" Within just a few minutes of their meeting, both sides had already finalized the most crucial point of this meeting: cooperation and a unified approach to external affairs. After confirming that Auguston and he were on the same page, Hill quickly downed the glass of wine in front of him.

"Great, let's plan it together." Auguston said with great satisfaction.

Without further ado, the two of them headed to the station's tactical simulation room and engaged in a duel. Although they had already decided to cooperate and defeat the Iron Hands first, they still had to see how each other stacked up. After all, they weren't familiar with each other, so they had to see what each of them was good at first.

"You're a fearless warrior," Hill said to Auguston with a touch of admiration after the simulated battle. In the previous simulations, Hill's tactics and command of the battle situation had clearly been superior. Whether it was logistics, battlefield supplies and firepower distribution, or troop formations, Hill was incredibly skilled. After all, besides killing people, following Guilliman was primarily about these tasks.

However, in terms of tactical execution, Auguston clearly had the upper hand. When he was deep in the trenches, he was always able to seize fleeting opportunities and decisively launch fierce and swift attacks with his close-quarters assault troops. Overall, Hill excelled at big-picture planning, while Auguston excelled at tactical breakthroughs. Of course, there were certain things that couldn't be reflected in the simulation, such as his personal charm and immense charisma.

"You are an outstanding tactician and advisor. I think the relationship between us should not be a simple competition, but a complementary one," Auguston said sincerely.

"Okay, let's first think about how to let our Iron Hands comrades see the power of our Ultramarine Legion. These are the troops and auxiliary forces I can mobilize." Hill made a list.

"People who come out from the Primarch's side are extraordinary." Auguston looked at the power he could mobilize, and it was indeed inferior to Hill's.

"Our two forces together have more than 100 battleships and more than 1.2 legion officers and soldiers. And for this offensive, our armored forces and air forces have been strengthened. In addition, there are the Mechanicus and the Mortal Auxiliary Army. Do you think it is enough?" Auguston asked.

"I don't think it's enough." Hill smiled wryly and shook his head. "This time, our opponent is Dukain, who has mastered frontal armored assaults and combined arms operations to perfection. It's fair to say that, aside from the Primarch, he's the strongest. And while our forces are similar to Dukain's, there's still a significant gap between us and him. You've seen the price those Iron Hands paid in their pursuit of ultimate combat effectiveness. And it's clear that we can't adopt this approach."

"Yes, I was truly shocked when I saw it." Auguston recalled a certain Iron Company within the Iron Hands. These warriors, radiating a sense of awe and death, were imbued with a sense of utter awe. If the Dreadnoughts allowed the disabled and determined within the Legion to return to battle, then certain Iron Hands units resurrected the dying or even the dead... (Interested readers can search for Hell Key on Baidu.) These warriors, resurrected by some form of dark technology or other means, retained their former memories and combat skills, but seemed to lack any emotions. They were stronger and more fearless, fully capable of carrying out any mission.

Aside from certain forbidden technologies, the Iron Hands' superiority over the Ultramarines in direct combat is also evident to the naked eye. Combat effectiveness isn't simply a matter of piling up equipment; it also considers logistics and maintenance capabilities, as well as the technical proficiency and abilities of the soldiers themselves. If the equipment pile exceeds these limits, combat effectiveness will only decline. Clearly, the Ultramarines cannot surpass the Iron Hands in firepower and equipment density, as the technical proficiency of their soldiers is limited to this upper limit. Using the same tactics is a dead end.

Simply put, they have better technology than you, but their bottom line is lower than yours. If they dare to use something, you don't dare to use it, so how can you possibly compete with them?

"I've studied previous cases of the Iron Hands. Their tactical style is relatively rigid, and they lack mobility. Can we gain an advantage over the Iron Hands in mobile operations? For example, deep strikes and close combat assaults." Auguston said. After all, this is his strong point.

"That's all in the past. You wouldn't think that a legion like the Iron Hands, which pursues excellence, would just be complacent and not know how to learn. In fact, after the Space Wolves delivered the first batch of Bear gunships to the Iron Hands Legion, the latter began to make rapid progress in the field of mobile warfare. Maybe they may not be the strongest, but at least they are not worse than us. After all, they are experienced." Hill shook his head and said.

"Really? I remember when I was talking with my Space Wolves brothers, they said that the Iron Hands' mobile combat capability was not as good as that of the Space Wolves, and could only be described as average. Although they might have drunk a little too much at the time, this evaluation should be more reliable because they were very confident." Auguston frowned and said.

"The Space Wolves are right. That's because their Rune Priests can directly open portals." Hill's words quickly put Auguston out of his rage. It also made him realize his own shortcomings in many areas.

"So, do you have a solution?" Auguston asked.

"For the time being, this is the upper limit of our legion. As for the commander, I think the two of us combined are still not as good as Lord Dukain." Hill gave a very pertinent but frustrating answer.

"So, you have no other options?" Auguston asked.

"The chances of winning are slim, but I do have a solution. We can put some effort into the auxiliary army. For example, we can draw more elite planetary defense forces to take on part of the legion's tasks to improve our combat efficiency." Hill thought for a while and said.

"Mortal troops are not suitable for participating in such high-intensity operations. They are too fragile and cannot even keep up with the pace of the legion's operations. Relatively speaking, I would rather they could provide some reinforcements." Auguston said.

"Then let's equip them with suitable weapons. Think about those knight squires, who drive squire-type mechas and possess combat capabilities close to the dreadnought level. They have become an indispensable part of the Mechanicus Legion. Before this, the Primarch had already considered a plan to enhance the combat effectiveness of the mortal auxiliary army. In addition to conventional tanks, heavy artillery and aircraft, the Iron Wolf mecha has provided us with new ideas." Hill said.

"The Iron Wolf Mech is too expensive. Even the elite members of the legion can't afford it. How can we possibly popularize it among the mortal legion?" Auguston said.

"We can produce a simplified version. For example, we can remove the energy shield and drone control equipment, reduce the power core output overall, and use ordinary joysticks and hydraulic transmissions for the operating system. At the same time, we can downgrade the weapons. An auxiliary army battle mech only needs a missile launcher, a heavy bolter, and a close combat chainsword. They don't need to undertake high-risk missions, just need to keep up with the main force. And the production cost of this mech is not much higher than that of the Space Marine power armor. Believe me, this mech will definitely play a huge role in the hands of experienced and talented mortal veterans."

"Mortals have enormous potential. Perhaps due to physical conditions or other problems, they cannot become the same as us, but this is not a reason for us to despise them. In many cases, their tenacity and quality can make the legion soldiers admire them. If everyone uses war machines, they may even do better. Our Primarch once said that we are his descendants and outstanding ones, but we are still human beings. We still need to be close to them rather than stay away from them." Hill explained.

"Okay, then I'll leave this matter to you. Relatively speaking, I feel that I may be more suitable to lead the troops and overwhelm the opponent in a brutal and swift close combat." Auguston said.

"Close-range assault? This is quite different from the popular tactics in our current legion." Hill said. To be honest, the Ultramarines were deeply influenced by the Iron Hands and Space Wolves. They had enough guns and cannons and emphasized long-range combat.

"At close range, one artillery piece is more effective than ten artillery pieces. Intensive bombing and shelling cannot solve all problems. In the end, infantry is still needed to occupy this place. Admittedly, powerful long-range firepower can reduce the casualties of the legion, but many times, we can't wait for everything to proceed step by step. We must have the courage to launch an assault and overwhelm the opponent in close combat. I have studied the battle examples of the Iron Hands Legion and the Raven Guard. They are also good at decisively deploying assault forces at the right time, but under normal circumstances, it is the Raven Guard Legion that undertakes close-range assault missions. And now, if the Extreme Legion wants to fight alone, then we must also have our own assault forces. If in the future, the regiment I am in needs assault forces, then I am willing to take the lead in the charge." Auguston said.

"Yes, the cooperation between the Iron Hands and the Raven Guard is indeed very good. The former's heaviness and the latter's flexibility are perfectly combined together. We don't have a dedicated legion to cooperate with us, so we have to do everything ourselves." Hill said.

"Then let's arrange the division of labor. You will be responsible for the overall technical and strategic development, and I will be responsible for the charge. That's it. I hope to fight the enemy face to face. And you are good at tactics and calculations." Auguston said.

"Okay, I hope we can have a pleasant cooperation." Hill nodded.

"If you can prove your ability this time, I'll be willing to assist you," Auguston said. After some discussion, the two of them had already realized each other's strengths and weaknesses. They felt that a partnership would be the best outcome.

"Then let's work together." Hill said with satisfaction.

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"My lord, this is the latest situation of Captain Hill and Captain Auguston. They have joined forces to discuss how to win the competition with the Iron Hands. They have already started to act, and I think some of their actions and plans are quite innovative." Lamiad reported to Guilliman.

"Very good. Leave the information here. I'll take a look at it now," Guilliman nodded. This was an experiment, an attempt to foster a positive atmosphere within the Legion. He knew he was inferior to his brother in many ways. He couldn't match Ferrus in terms of skill, nor in combat or command. But Guilliman wouldn't give up. He believed greatness was born from the ordinary. As a Primarch, while he possessed exceptional talent, he only had one brain and one mind.

He was the Primarch, the Emperor's son, but also the father of countless Ultramar officers and soldiers, and the Lord of Ultramar. He believed that among the billions of people, there would surely be many outstanding individuals offering him advice. All he had to do was absorb the best advice, make his fiefdom the most dazzling jewel of the Imperium of Man, and allow his Legion to clear all obstacles for humanity!

After Guilliman finished reading, he handed the relevant information to Ramon. Half an hour later, when Ramon put down the data tablet in his hand, Guilliman spoke.

"My descendants have done very well. They are united, recognize the primary issues they need to face, and abandon competition with each other and choose to fight together. They are not so arrogant as some legion officers and soldiers say. They trust and are willing to promote the best among mortals. This makes me very happy, because they have not forgotten their roots. Before they merged with my genes, they were human, and after the fusion, they are still human. Perhaps in some aspects they will never be able to compare with the Iron Hands, but it is obvious that they also have advantages that the Iron Hands do not have." Guilliman said with satisfaction.

"That's right. The Ultramarines are numerous and powerful, and they have supplies from Ultramar. The war potential is enormous. And thanks to your efforts, Ultramar has truly become a paradise on earth." The Emperor's attendant Ramon nodded and said.

"Strength in numbers..." Guilliman's expression changed slightly. He hadn't expected the man opposite him to be so blunt. Although this word was a compliment when used to describe the Legion, for some reason, Guilliman felt a little uncomfortable.

"Well, your legion is also very comprehensive. Each chapter has its own focus, and the shadows of other legions can often be found in these chapters. Your legion is striving to become a comprehensive legion, just like the Dark Angels and the Luna Wolves." Ramon seemed to realize this and then tried to make amends.

"Can you see any traces of other Legions?" Guilliman's frown deepened. He subconsciously glanced at a paper document beside the table, which contained a plan for developing an infiltration force using the training methods of the Raven Guard. "I'll take this as a compliment," Guilliman thought, subconsciously assuming the Emperor's attendant was saying he had "copied" from other Legions.

"Uh, I really do mean to compliment you, truly." Ramon noticed Guilliman's subtle movements, and clearly felt that he had misunderstood his intentions. "It's advisable to learn from the actions of our allies."

"But you mean that it's hard for me to surpass them, right?" Guilliman said helplessly.

“......” Ramon was a little depressed, because he felt that Guilliman on the opposite side had completed all the logical chains by himself.

"Well, I know my greatest advantage, that is, my Ultramarines, who are numerous and good at learning." Guilliman said, clenching his fists.

"Was my first sentence correct?" Ramon said in his heart.

"Relax now, Ramon. Let's go to the arena next door to exercise. We need to combine work and rest." Guilliman picked up his sword again.

"Then can I use psychic powers?" Ramon asked.

"Of course." Guilliman nodded. "In combat, we will always encounter opponents who use psychic powers. If drills and sparring can limit the abilities of one side, then it is not called a drill, but a performance."

"Then the outcome of this battle is already determined. You can't win, and I can't lose." Ramon said with a smile as he stood up.

"No, Ramon, I am very different from before." Guilliman showed a meaningful smile on his face, then he took Ramon to a house. As the door opened, a special armor prepared for the Primarch stood in front of the two. This armor was equipped with countless weapons and shields.

"Ferus said that my fighting ability was not good enough, I listened to his advice, and this is my response to the enemy!" Guilliman said proudly.

“.......” Ramon was speechless.

Chapter 263 Competition (5K)

"My lord, the Ultramarines have launched their attack." In the high orbit of Convair V, the Iron Hands fleet had already completed its tactical deployment. Dukain sat aboard his flagship, gazing at the Ultramarines, whose deadly light shone in the distance, and fell into deep thought.

"I know." Du Kain said.

"My lord, this is your first battle after returning to the Ultramar sector. Both my father and the Ultramarines attach great importance to this battle. This is an exercise for us to return to the Randan battlefield. There is also some competitive meaning in it." The deputy beside him, Castman Os, said to Du Kain.

"I know that both our father and the Ultramarines are deeply concerned about this battle, but their focus isn't on victory or defeat or performance on the battlefield. The outcome is already determined. I, Dukain, am one of the most accomplished commanders in the entire empire, and you, my men, are the elite of the entire legion. The enemy, on the other hand, has a slight advantage in numbers. But the outcome is already determined, isn't it? We're set to win," Dukain said with unwavering confidence. Hill and the others believed their chances of victory were slim, and Dukain naturally felt even more confident.

"So what is our father concerned about?" asked Os.

"He's concerned with the Ultramarines' combat effectiveness as a complete Legion. The Ultramarines are expanding at an incredibly fast pace, even exceeding the Primarch's expectations. And while they still lag behind us, their combat effectiveness is improving rapidly. They're adept at learning the strengths of other Legions, incorporating them into their own training and combat. Lord Guilliman and his staff are striving to build a versatile Legion. While their quality may be somewhat inferior, their sheer size represents another form of quality. And, don't you sense that the Ultramarines' atmosphere and management are vastly different from ours?"

"What we emphasize in battle is calculation and obedience. They, on the other hand, have a very flexible and efficient negotiation mechanism. They attach great importance to the operation of the staff. Many experienced veterans can directly put forward their opinions. Moreover, on the battlefield, their front-line officers and soldiers have great flexibility. Guilliman and his senior leaders have relaxed some of their powers and fully mobilized the enthusiasm of the front-line troops. According to Lord Guilliman, the battlefield is changing rapidly, and we need people on the battlefield to make decisions, rather than completely obeying someone's orders." Du Cain said.

"But this may lead to confusion in command and some unpredictable things. From the perspective of calculation and precision, sometimes the more brains involved in decision-making, the lower the efficiency." Os replied.

"So, you said sometimes," Ducain smiled. "Our Primarch is also very interested in this, so he wants to see how the 13th Legion's tactics perform on the battlefield. Okay, give them another half hour, then we'll take action," Ducain ordered.

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"The firepower of the Iron Hands Legion is still as fierce as ever." Hill stood in front of the porthole, looking at the Dukain fleet in the distance that was pouring heavy fire on the ground, and said with some admiration.

The Iron Hands' attack was as fierce as ever. Their precise and fierce bombardment quickly cleared out the Ork orbital defenses, and they began bombing the ground, preparing to establish a landing zone. Meanwhile, even though Hill had previously formulated a relatively comprehensive attack plan, the Ultramarines' firepower density and efficiency seemed to be inferior to their opponents.

"We are indeed inferior to our opponents in long-range attacks." Auguston, who was already dressed neatly, came to Hill's side.

"Yes, it is a little worse. So if we want to gain some advantage, it depends on you. Now is the time to test your assault tactics." Hill said to Auguston.

"As long as you pry open a gap and let us in, I can shake the entire front line." Auguston said confidently.

"Very good, I will concentrate my firepower on attacking Area 3, and then you and your troops will be teleported there. Once the air defense and shielding of Area 3 are destroyed, the airdrop pods and gunships will take action immediately." Hill said.

"See you later," Auguston said, putting on his helmet.

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"Sir, the Ultramarines have just launched a deep attack. They first concentrated their firepower to open a gap in Area 3, and then Captain Auguston and his troops launched an attack via teleportation."

"The Ultramarines attacked too early. Their firepower failed to completely destroy even a single support point."

"Are they risking everything to win?" Soon, on Ducain's flagship, a group of Iron Hands officers were discussing this somewhat unorthodox fighting style within their own legion.

"Legions that excel at assault often choose to use close combat to penetrate their opponents' defenses rather than relying on artillery fire," Dukain said. "Let's see the results. Perhaps our legion, being more skilled at shooting, is overly reliant on it?"

Dukain fell into deep thought. When he was the Legion's commander, he would occasionally fight on the front lines. But after the Primarch's return, and especially after the Raven Guard and the Legion began fighting together, many officers and soldiers no longer experienced the brutality of close combat. Their ranged attacks had become more proficient, but Dukain wasn't sure if this change was a good thing.

And then, the performance of the Extreme Legion made him take notice.

To capture a planet, you can't do it without naval guns and light spears, but light spears and naval guns alone aren't enough either. As the Iron Hands' naval guns razed the Ork defenses in the landing zone, hordes of Iron Hands warriors, led by Dragon and Bear gunships, launched a landing operation in various transport vehicles and drop pods. The elite Clan Averni, the backbone of the Legion, launched the first wave of the assault. Following them, other clans and Mechanicum forces descended upon the planet like a torrent from the sky. In this battle, ordinary mortal troops served only as logistics and support, sometimes unable to keep up with the Legion's pace and therefore excluded from the attack sequence.

To show his importance to this campaign, Dukain personally led the team. He and his command team were the first to land on the planet's surface, commanding the Iron Hands to embark on a journey of conquest. However, this time, their conquest encountered some problems.

"I'm curious why our artillery and air force have destroyed all support points outside Area 7 and suppressed the enemy's deep firepower, yet our occupation forces are still unable to complete the area control mission as planned?" Du Kain said with dissatisfaction, looking at the orc city piled up like a mountain of garbage in the distance. This attack was progressing slower than he had expected, but it was the armored and infantry units that were failing to advance, despite the other units performing well.

"Our intelligence was wrong. The soil in Area 7 is too soft, and the Orks blew up a dam earlier, which greatly hindered the advance of our armored forces. After all, we don't have the Eldar's anti-gravity tanks, and most tanks can't advance in a swampy area."

"Another problem is that we have too few infantrymen, and our corps is equipped with too many tanks, artillery and aircraft. The number of infantrymen and rapid assault troops is seriously insufficient." An officer said helplessly as he looked at the armored troops struggling in the quagmire in the distance, and the infantrymen who were already few in number next to them.

In context, the Iron Hands and Iron Warriors possess the largest number of armored units of any Legion, surpassing even Guilliman's Ultramarines, who number 25. However, it's important to note that all tanks are operated by Legionaries, and the Iron Hands only have a little over 11 men. 11 men possess more tanks and armor than 25! Therefore, the proportion of the Iron Hands' other arms must be significantly reduced.

On this plane, although Ferrus, stimulated by this, was also recruiting from other planets, the addition of large-scale aircraft like the Bear Gunship and the Dragon Gunship caused the proportion of air power in the legion to increase significantly! The extra personnel went to the air force and airborne troops. There were still not enough infantry to actually occupy the position. In the past, the Raven Guard provided infantry and mobile forces, but this time, Dukain had to rely on himself.

"The harsh terrain this time is my fault. Our most proud armored forces are hindered by the mud. But this is not a reason why we cannot complete the mission, nor is it a reason why we should be defeated by those newcomers. I want to know, now, descendants of the great Primarch Ferrus, can we rely on our own feet to complete the conquest?" Du Kain said loudly.

"Even if we can only use fists and hammers, we are still the best, Lord Dukain." said an officer of the Avni clan wearing Terminator armor.

"Very good, now begin mobilizing personnel from all units. Anyone unable to cross the swamp by vehicle, bring your own equipment. We will enter the battlefield via air and teleport! That's it!" Du Kaiyin decisively ordered. Then, hordes of Iron Hands abandoned their tanks and vehicles, picking up bolters, plasma blasters, and melta cannons, and with power weapons slung from their hips, they entered the cabins of transport planes. They would prove themselves in close combat; even in unfamiliar territory, they were still the strongest! Meanwhile, elsewhere, under Auguston's leadership, hordes of Ultramarines and a large number of mech-equipped mortals rapidly launched their offensive using airdrops, paratroopers, and teleportation.

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"Major Bellon, take your men to occupy the No. 28 high ground from the side, and then cover our troops' attack." Auguston ordered.

"Yes, my lord, it is my honor to fight alongside you," the mortal major said excitedly. As he said, many mortal legions would be honored to fight alongside Space Marines. This was especially true for Major Belon, who came from a noble family in Macragge.

Afterwards, under the leadership of the major, dozens of mechas successfully completed the mission with their powerful firepower and mobility.

"This batch of mortal troops from Macragge is truly remarkable. Their tenacity and outstanding performance amaze me." Auguston was very satisfied as he watched the rapidly advancing troops.

While, generally speaking, the average level of Legionnaires in all aspects is indeed much higher than that of mortal auxiliary troops, according to normal distribution, when the base number is large enough, there will always be some mortal legions that are outstanding in certain aspects. They may be proficient in shooting, technology, or the use of heavy equipment. And if given the right platform, they can indeed play a very significant role, even comparable to the Legionnaires.

(Pigsy actually has a say on this point. After all, in the Battle of Tallarn, the Iron Warriors were considered elite, but they were ultimately repelled by an army mainly composed of mortals.)

Swarms of mechs piloted by mortal officers and soldiers greatly supplemented the Ultramarines' melee firepower. Auguston's talent for shock warfare was also exceptional. He could quickly discern the enemy's weaknesses and formulate a viable plan, leading a force through swift penetration and division. If the Iron Hands' shock troops were like a battering ram, overwhelming all with fierce firepower, then Auguston's attack was akin to that of a swordsman, finding the enemy's weakest point and unleashing a relentless barrage.

But even so, Auguston and his assault troops still failed to win the assault.

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"Lord Dukain, the Ultramarines' assault speed has exceeded our expectations. Should we strengthen them?" an officer asked Dukain. The orc army before them must be annihilated. In fact, for Dukain, this battle was a test of his allies' strength.

"The performance of the Ultramarine Legion's mortal troops exceeded my expectations. They also performed well in the assault operation. They deserve praise." Du Kain said as he looked at the orc fortress in the distance that was gradually being breached.

"However, they still need to be better to defeat us in this situation. The advantage of the Extreme Legion lies in their huge size, while our advantage lies in technology. Since the size of both legions is similar, we have no reason to lose." A smile appeared on Du Kain's lips.

"Activate the swarm! Originally, this was meant for the Randan aliens, but today, let's practice it on the Orks," Dukain ordered. Following Dukain's command, a specialized dragon gunship descended from orbit. Unlike its counterparts, this gunship lacked the weapons needed to threaten the Emperor Titan. Its entire frame appeared enormous, more like an enlarged transport than a gunship.

"The swarm is ready to be released."

"Very good, then open it! The Iron Hands' death swarms will eventually wipe out all these orcs hiding in the buildings and ruins." Du Kain ordered.

Following Dukain's order, this special gunship opened its huge cargo hold. As more than a dozen doors opened, drones ranging from the size of an adult's fist to as large as a Sicaran tank swarmed out. They swept across the entire battlefield like a swarm of hunting bees.

Fist-sized drones are the eyes of the entire swarm and their most basic means of destruction. Their simple electronic circuits are limited to reconnaissance, data transmission, and friend-or-foe identification. They report everything they see to their superiors, then choose the right opportunity to destroy a particular Orc troop or a particular leader with their own destruction. They are pervasive, and no matter how narrow the passage or dark corner, they cannot escape their pursuit.