Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

At this time on the battlefield, the Imperial fleet was preparing to take away other captured Dark Eldar warships. These things were very valuable research objects for the Mechanicus. Whether it was the Martians or Acheron VIII, Balder could use these ships to exchange for some benefits from them. As for the previous Vicious Blade, which is now the Urna, no one knew.

This was because the Endless Journey had not told anyone else about the battleship's information, and had even concealed its location and data from the personnel working on board. Balder's teleportation was also carried out in private, and everyone else believed that their commander had been busy with his own affairs deep in the throne room!

Balder had a habit of rarely interfering in such battles where the dog was tied up to win. He liked to use this time to take care of his own affairs. This had become an unwritten rule in the fleet.

"After the destruction of this Dark Eldar plundering fleet, there shouldn't be too many problems with the entire logistics. I just don't know how the Iron Hands are progressing." Balder fell into deep thought as he looked at the densely packed data boards in front of him.

The Dark Eldar were essentially pirates, their purpose was plunder and slavery, not a fight to the death with the Imperial fleet to gain control of a region. In this situation, they had to consider the cost and effort involved. Clearly, they had suffered heavy losses in this attack, losing a large number of warships, including a battleship.

The Dark Eldar, already embracing piracy, couldn't possibly possess too many large warships, as their primary purpose was to ensure victory in fleet engagements. For pure plunder, cruisers would suffice. Therefore, the loss of a large battleship was heartbreaking for the Fallen Moon Kabal. It was foreseeable that after the Fallen Moon Kabal suffered a heavy blow, the other Kabals in Comoros and the Eldar gods behind them would surely strike in quick succession! The former would punish the fallen, while the latter would purge the disobedient and harvest their souls.

"The matter of the Iron Hands Legion can't be delayed any longer. I must get something, and then use this opportunity to gather some people from the Iron Warriors Legion and the War Hounds Legion to help me. The war in the Flaming Wheel Star Region is approaching, and may even be earlier than in history. If the Space Wolves lose another one-third here, wouldn't my journey through time be in vain?" Balder felt the urgency.

"There's also the reverse engineering of the Sky Surveyor heavy aerospace vehicle, and the construction of the Seven Star forge world as a production base. These all need to be handled. Damn it, I have to find a deputy." Bader felt that the work on his hands was getting heavier and heavier.

"I wonder what Dora Cawl is doing now? Is he even born?" Balder remembered from the background that Cawl wasn't particularly famous during the Horus Heresy. Now, in the early days of the Great Crusade, it's doubtful whether he was even born. Don't count on his teacher; he's a rebel.

"If Santo can't solve this problem, then I have to prepare to meet with Ferrus." Balder said to himself after looking at the numbers of all the Imperial fleets fighting in this star region.

The largest legions in this sector were Ferrus's Iron Hands and Rus's Space Wolves. The other Space Marine Legions were smaller. Furthermore, Ferrus lacked not fleets or manpower, but search and navigation, aspects of which he had already demonstrated to Santo. Therefore, if he couldn't break the deadlock, Ferrus would surely find him.

As for whether there were those within the Imperium who could solve the problem, Balder believed they certainly existed. But where were they? Could Ferrus find them, mobilize them? Whether he could do it in time was hard to say. After analyzing the information at hand, Balder believed he was Ferrus's best and least embarrassing choice. After all, as members of the same Space Marine Legion, Ferrus had invited him, the second-in-command of the Space Wolves. It was a perfect opportunity.

"Ferus, you're about to meet the second Primarch." You know what, Balder was quite looking forward to this meeting. If possible, Balder really wanted to pull him out of the whirlpool of fate.

Meanwhile, just as Balder and his fleet had nearly wiped out the Dark Eldar pirates, the Iron Hands were making a difficult advance into the Mysis pocket empire. This advance wasn't due to a frontal attack, but rather to the legion's ongoing supply problems. After another transport fleet was ambushed and damaged, the Iron Hands Primarch's patience with Santor finally reached its limit.

Gaipri Santo has been recalled to the Legion Headquarters, where he will receive personal questioning from the Legion Primarch!

Chapter 84 Ferrus's Decision

"Father, I have failed you." In the depths of the Queen of Glory-class battleship Iron Fist, Gabriel Santo met his Primarch and genetic father.

Ferrus sat upright on the throne, clad in a jet-black suit of armor. It was heavy and tough, yet exquisitely refined. It perfectly blended strength and refinement. The armored Primarch of the Iron Hands, like a colossal statue, stood in the most prominent position in the hall. Just a glance at him, and Santo could sense the power and discontent within. He could only bow his head, listening attentively to the Iron Lord's admonition.

At this time, Ferrus frowned and looked at his most valued subordinate with a very complicated look. His shaved hair stood up one by one. The Primarch was in a bad mood. His two eyes, like silver coins, were so shining in the slightly dark hall, and his eyes revealed coldness, disappointment and suppressed anger.

"The Legion's supplies have always been at a dangerous limit. With every attack, we have to consider whether there are enough weapons and ammunition to support the battle. The entire Legion's actions are restricted. I asked you to break the noose around the Legion's neck, but so far you have not completed this task." Ferrus spoke, and the sound like the friction of steel echoed in the hall.

The Primarch's words made Gabriel Santo lower his head in shame. "I am willing to bear all consequences of this."

"Are you running away, my child?" Ferrus suppressed his anger. "You disappoint me so much. Do you think that punishing you will solve this matter? Or are you shirking your responsibility? Leaving this matter to someone else?"

The Iron Hands Primarch stood up and walked towards Santo, his hand wrapped in silver metal pressing on Santo's shoulder. "Remember, punishment is only a means to complete the mission, not a substitute for completing the mission."

"Rise up. The war must continue." Ferrus removed his hand and walked towards the sand table. "I had hoped to demonstrate the Legion's bravery and fortitude in this battle. However, everything is now shattered. We cannot prevent the Mysis attack fleet from breaking through the blockade. This is the crux of the war and must be resolved!"

But that's easier said than done. What was Ferrus's specialty? Ironclad encirclement, then steely assault! When he encountered an enemy, he used precise calculations and charged in recklessly. Who could have imagined that his first battle would be against an enemy skilled in mobile warfare? What a mismatch.

In reality, Ferrus was constantly changing his plans. After realizing his own supplies were insufficient and that the enemy could circumvent the blockade, Ferrus began to make a major effort to eliminate the colonies and planets outside the Mysis homeworld, thereby destroying their roving fleets and their war potential. This approach wasn't wrong. A steady and cautious approach could still win, but the time cost was too high! Or perhaps it was simply too embarrassing!

The Primarchs were all returning. It was said that the Savage King from Fenris, leading what was once the most incompetent of all the Astartes Legions, had conquered the Orion System in less than two weeks and was preparing to move on to his second goal: an Ork Empire that ruled over a vast star system.

And what about himself? Stuck here, unable to move forward or backward. Although the enemy they faced wasn't on the same level, Ferrus knew that Terra's bureaucrats and public opinion wouldn't understand these details, and wouldn't even bother to care about the truth! They only knew that the Sixth Legion had completed its mission cleanly and efficiently, while the Tenth Legion hadn't!

Ferrus actually realized very early that Santo might not be able to solve this problem, and his choice was simple and direct. On the one hand, he would destroy the other planets of the Mysis people one by one, and then free up more troops from the multi-line operations, and then let other people take more fleets to participate in the anti-shipping operations.

Ferrus's thinking was simple: if I couldn't defeat the enemy, it meant I wasn't using enough force. As long as I invested enough, the problem would be solved! Ferrus also used his brilliant mind to divide the entire Mysis battlefield into multiple zones, with each squadron handling one zone.

Does this strategy work? It does! But it's not fast enough! Furthermore, Ferrus's power has a limit. After all, he has just returned to the Legion. Considering the losses and maintenance, this high-pressure situation is difficult to maintain!

Ferrus, accustomed to linear thinking, realized he needed to shift gears. After reviewing previous materials, he found Bader and Santo's records on the Mysis navigation system, and suddenly a sudden enlightenment struck him. It wasn't that Ferrus wasn't smart, but rather that this theory clearly hit a blind spot in his knowledge.

"I've read your combat records. Can you find that navigation station?" asked Ferrus.

"My fleet once successfully captured an enemy warship and seized a navigation chart, but many key locations on the chart were in cryptic code and had a time limit. Before we could capture the warship, their navigator was killed by their own people, so we couldn't infer their location based on this information."

"The navigation map utilizes the energy tides of the subspace, so it can reach places that are difficult to reach by normal means, and the speed is faster than normal subspace navigation." Santo explained.

"Recently, Terra has sent a lot of battle reports. The Space Wolves seem to have eliminated the Dark Eldar and the Mysis fleet that threaten their transportation lines?" said Ferrus.

"They're very efficient. Apparently, they have a way of apprehending their opponents. You've worked with them before, so go find them and resolve this problem. Tell the commander..." Ferrus's brow furrowed as he spoke, "that the Iron Hands would be grateful for his assistance."

"Father, give me some more time. I promise, I promise to dig out that damn navigation station of the Mysis people!" Santo knelt on one knee in front of his father again, speaking in a hurried tone, his words full of pleading.

"What if we can't dig it out? My son, we need to solve the problem. We value efficiency," Ferrus sighed and said to his most trusted subordinate. "Right now, we are just cooperating with our brother troops. If we delay any longer, if we can't solve the problem, what will become of us if Terra sends another legion to handle this matter?"

"This is equivalent to telling everyone that the Iron Hands Legion failed to complete its mission in the first battle! This will be an eternal shame for the entire legion. Everything we pursue, whether it is efficiency, bravery and strength, will be disgraced by this." Ferrus' words were full of reluctance, but he knew that asking for help in private was the best way.

At this moment, Ferrus was remarkably calm. If this enemy weren't so difficult to capture, Ferrus would have believed his mind, tactics, and rage could devour any stubborn foe! But the key was, he couldn't capture this enemy! He had nowhere to vent his anger, nowhere to exert his strength. This, despite his pent-up anger, calmed him down to an unprecedented degree.

He realized that the key to everything now was to quickly sort out the logistics and then destroy the opposing pocket empire! Everything else was unimportant!

Ferrus consulted a great deal of information and also paid close attention to the Space Wolves fighting beside him. After summarizing all the details, he had a vague feeling that a champion had led a group of bronze warriors in a decent debut.

Ferrus's assessment of the engagement in the Orion system was just average. But if you were to say the entire battle reflected the high quality of the troops and the accuracy of their calculations, I'm sorry, Ferrus truly looked down on the level of his brother legions.

But he had to admire the opponent's choice of the right approach. In a space battle, the Space Wolves' left wing quickly destroyed the enemy's left wing. Ferrus also praised this operation as impressive. He would not attribute the opponent's victory to the strength of the Endless Journey. Because he knew that the result was what mattered. Mobile harassment and ambush, efficient and neat, this is the art of war.

As for the upcoming landing on Orion II, Ferrus believed that in terms of troop quality, the Space Wolves had nothing outstanding to offer. Whether in terms of discipline, combat experience, or teamwork, they were only slightly improved compared to the original VI Legion.

However, the Space Wolves' leadership chose the right tactic. Knowing the limitations of their armored forces, they opted for an airborne decapitation operation. They quickly located the Ork leader and, with a single, decisive assault, ended the battle. Ferrus favored frontal armored assaults, but that didn't mean he disdained other tactics. His principle was practicality over anything else.

As for the subsequent counter-harassment operations, the opponent's performance was even more outstanding. From the last time the opponent rescued Santo, it can be seen that the Space Wolves' second-in-command can be described as completely at ease. He is no longer pursuing victory, but a performance! This level is too high.

Ferrus had no doubt that the commander, named Balder, was showing off a bit. However, he was also respectful, even reasonable, and he saved the Tenth Legion's reputation. When he suggested a joint effort, but Santo refused, Ferrus offered him a lot of help and ideas. But his own offspring were not up to the task.

Ferrus hadn't thought about how such a powerful figure could appear on such a desolate planet. But when he heard that this person had become the Sigillite's disciple, Ferrus gave up the idea. He knew that his father and the Sigillite had too many secrets, and he knew that anyone who was trusted by the Sigillite would definitely be safe.

It is not good to delve too much into issues outside the battlefield, so Ferrus thought it would not be shameful to seek help privately from the second-in-command of a legion and the disciple of the Seal Holder.

After Santo was nearly ambushed last time, Ferrus had paid attention to Balder. Judging from the latter's performance, he did have a way to deal with these pirates roaming the universe. Given this, Ferrus, feeling the pressure, chose to cooperate with Balder.

"Send a congratulatory letter in my name to the Primarch of the VI Legion. Say that the Iron Hands congratulate the VI Legion on its victory. Not only in the Auriom system, but also in the elimination of the Dark Eldar." Ferrus ordered.

"Okay, Dad, so what next?" Santo asked.

"I hope they understand our difficulties. If all goes well, they'll respond to us," Ferrus sighed. Although he was begging, Ferrus still tried his best to save the Iron Hands' reputation. He hoped that Russ on the other side would consider his face. Or that someone would remind Russ of this.

"We shouldn't pin all our hopes on the Sixth Legion. Return to your fleet immediately. I need to quickly restore the Legion's combat effectiveness and mobilize its inventory and reserve resources. If we want to end this war with dignity, we must win this battle."

"Of course, the pressure on the Mysis and the Dark Eldar cannot be reduced. We need to keep putting pressure on them to make them make mistakes. Do I need to teach you these things again?"

"Father, I will never let you down." Santo said quickly.

"Get up. If the Sixth Legion is willing to cooperate with us, I hope you can appreciate this favor in the future. At the same time, I also hope that you can learn more from this battle, not only you but also me." Ferrus took a deep breath and said.

"There is no universal tactic in the world. Our enemies are so numerous and so cunning. We need to learn and change. If we can learn from experience, then this setback will turn into a good thing." Ferrus finally said as he looked at his offspring.

Ferrus had made his decision. The entire Iron Hands Legion was reactivated to maximum efficiency, with vast inventories and reserves drawn down in preparation for the final battle. Meanwhile, a psychic transmission from across the star system reached Ferrus. He was leading his fleet in battle across the astral sea, steadily encroaching on the Ork forces outside the Wheel of Fire.

"Now, I kind of miss the days when my ally was around." Looking at the losses reported in front of him, Russ couldn't help but shake his head. He felt a little heartbroken.

The wolf cubs nearby nodded in agreement. As the saying goes, there's no harm without comparison. After the initial success, the current battle made the wolf pack leaders feel a little uneasy. They found that their strengths were no longer effective because the orcs were even more passionate! They also preferred close combat! And they were waaaagh!

"My Lord, the Primarch of the Iron Hands Legion has sent a communication to congratulate us on our previous victory." At this moment, Ferrus' letter was delivered to Russ.

Chapter 85: Face and Cooperation (4K -in- Plus)

"Hmm?! You guys go down first. I have something to take care of." Russ rubbed his chin in thought after reading the letter. Then he said to his subordinates.

Under Balder's influence, Russ also read in his spare time to improve his abilities. Gone were the days of eating meat, drinking, and chopping wood. He now somewhat understood Balder's troubles. If subordinates weren't performing well, the leader had to deal with them personally. Therefore, he also diligently collected information on other legions for study and reference.

Russ paid special attention to the recently reorganized Iron Hands, a force close to him. After all, a relative had returned. Furthermore, this legion, formerly known as the Stormrunners, had a formidable record, far superior to the previous Sixth Legion. They excelled in armored assaults and precise calculations, making them a top-tier frontline force.

Then Rus looked at the letter again, took out the letter that Bader had sent before, and compared them with each other. Rus felt that he understood some of the meaning.

Russ knew about Balder and Santor's previous joint efforts against the Dark Eldar. After all, it was Russ who had asked Balder to handle the transportation issue. Balder was determined to give Russ a result, no matter what. So far, Balder had already reopened the Sixth Legion's transportation lines, but the Tenth Legion, the Iron Hands, still hadn't been able to maintain its supply lines.

So in addition to congratulations, Ferrus' letter also mentioned the suggestion that everyone should work together to clear out all the black bean sprouts in this star region.

"Is this a subtle request for our assistance?" Russ frowned. The entire sector wasn't just the Sixth Legion's domain. Normally, expeditionary fleets focused on their own territory, cleaning up their own side while leaving the other side untouched. Your scoundrels can't affect me, yet you're asking me to join you? What's the point?

Ruth didn't know Ferrus well, but from the polite tone and the expectation between the lines, he could sense a subtle request. In reality, Ruth's vision and emotional intelligence were not low. He saw things with a certain depth.

Despite his stubborn refusal to accept fate and his occasional impulsiveness, it's wrong to say Russ is ignorant of the ways of the world. As for Russ and Magnus? Well, there's a grudge between them. Even so, before the battle with Prospero, Russ still hoped to speak with Magnus.

In this dimension, under the influence of the intellectual Balder, Rus's emotional intelligence and interpersonal skills had significantly improved. At least at this point, he knew the letter was definitely extraordinary. After all, even for blood brothers, sending such a letter when they had never met was inherently unusual. So, Rus decided to discuss this matter with his ally.

"So, in simple terms, my brother was unlucky and ran into trouble in the first battle? But do you have a solution?" Russ frowned and said after listening to Balder's brief account.

"I can't say it will be solved, but I'm 90% sure. I once proposed to join forces, but the other party refused, probably because of face issues," said Bader.

"Then, my brother found that he couldn't solve this problem and had no other way, so he came to you again?" Ruth asked.

"No, he came to us. The letter is for you, my king," said Balder.

"So what's your opinion, my ally?"

"I'll go. Lord Ferrus is your brother, after all, and since this is their first request, and it's within our capabilities, there's no need to refuse." Things were essentially going according to Balder's plan. Now that Ferrus could personally deliver the letter, his actions became more logical.

"Brother, the Legion's progress hasn't been smooth lately. We're still advancing and annihilating the Orcs, but our losses are quite high. I'm trying to improve the Legion's quality, but this is a long process. We may indeed encounter some trouble in the upcoming Flame Wheel Sector campaign." Russ believed Balder could handle it. However, the Legion's problems needed to be resolved.

"This is your job, Russ. You must personally guide those who only know how to hack and slash into the pages of the book, allowing them to carefully study and understand its essence. We can't do everything for you. War is cruel, and only those who adapt can survive. Now, they are no longer the barbarians of Fenris, but the most elite warriors of the Empire. They can retain their glory and savagery, and uphold their traditions and culture, but all this is premised on being able to resolve problems cleanly and efficiently."

"Our plan to seek help is only temporary. We really have to rely on ourselves." Bader was convinced by these idiots. They were the kind who lacked skills and had too much to do.

It's normal for 40K's Wolf Pack to favor close combat, after all, they do have some serious melee prowess. Logan chopped off the Grey Knights' Grand Master and slashed Magnus with his bare hands, a record that's definitely top-notch. The Young Wolf Lord and Bone Master have sparred, and the latter is a somewhat ridiculous choice.

What about 30K? Can you find a single player in a wolf group who's famous for their melee combat? Not a single one! In a sense, 30K wave groups are really bad at melee combat. Of course, they're also not good at ranged combat.

As for the fleet battle, emmmm, there is no need to say anything about the Wolf Corps, who were almost wiped out by the Alpha Legion and barely survived thanks to the DA's rescue. It would be too sad to say too much.

"I will take care of it. It's time for my descendants to receive some shocks from friendly forces. If things go well on your side, I will ask Ferrus to provide assistance to the Legion." Russ was silent for several minutes and then said to Balder.

"Okay, I understand what you mean." Balder immediately understood Rus's idea and was a little surprised that he could do such a thing to his own offspring.

As the saying goes, there are always wrong names, but there are always right nicknames. The Iron Hands' frontal combat capability is unparalleled. And if I help Ferrus solve the problem, then Ferrus will definitely select the most elite personnel if he asks for help. Regardless of other things, in frontal assaults, the Armored Torrent is absolutely the elite of the elite.

As the saying goes, there's no harm without comparison. Regarding the First Legion, the Wolf Cub might feel that they were the original Legion, and their instructors were also there, so it's normal for them to be inferior. But if they saw a Legion ranked below them, with a large number of men and just as fierce, it would be impossible not to be moved. Ferrus's troops were like catfish thrown into the Wolf Cub's pond.

Fenrisian warriors may be stubborn, arrogant, and rude, but they are also driven. They won't allow themselves to fall behind their peers, even if their methods and direction of pursuit are often flawed. Appropriate stimulation and healthy competition will help the Legion improve. Initial humiliation is normal, but it's better than losing your life later, right?

"Okay, then I'll go do my thing." Balder said.

"I'm about to meet another Primarch." After ending the communication, Balder was thinking about how he would appear in front of the Primarch of the Iron Hands.

Baldur truly wanted to establish a good relationship with the Iron Hand. Ferrus was a truly good man, and his skills were solid. Furthermore, Baldur truly wanted to lend him a hand when the time was right, and save Ferrus's legion along the way. So, this first impression was crucial.

"Master, if you want to have a good relationship with a powerful and reasonable leader, then you'd better not act too strong, do you understand? When you purified that Dark Eldar battleship and came back, everyone subconsciously stayed away from you. They were in awe, even me." At this moment, the Endless Journey spoke.

"Really? Is it really that scary?"

"Yes, that's a form of personal suppression. You didn't show any ill will, but your own strength and unapproachability caused others to retreat. If you want to use the charm of your personality to achieve certain goals, then you should suppress your powerful side when necessary and show your humanity and wisdom."

"That's a problem." Suddenly, Balder felt a sudden enlightenment. A person's strength is a reason to attract others. But being too strong is not good. Balder did indeed feel something was wrong after he had done something. In that moment, he seemed to become extremely rational and cold. The wailing of over 10 souls did not cause Balder the slightest wavering or discomfort. At that time, he crushed them like a stink bug.

Balder felt that perhaps he was showing a different side of himself at that time, or even that side was his true nature, but he didn't like it, or rather, he didn't like it when he was with his friends.

"I understand. A powerful and wise general, and a lord who is resourceful but also sincere to his friends. This positioning should be pretty good, right?" Balder said after thinking for a while.

"Very good, my lord," replied the Endless Journey.

Meanwhile, on the other side, the Iron Hands Legion was also preparing to welcome the second-in-command from the brother legion.

"My brothers have replied. They are willing to work with us to resolve the problems in this sector. The Supreme Lord Commander will come here in person with his flagship."

In a small conference room on the flagship, Ferrus finally breathed a sigh of relief after reading the letter in his hands. The other party was clearly willing to help, and had considered his reputation. At that moment, a sincere smile appeared on his steely face.

"My Lord, I have brought shame upon you with my incompetence." Gabriel Santo said ashamedly.

"No, there's nothing shameful about recognizing your own shortcomings and accepting help from friendly brothers. We need friends, otherwise my father wouldn't have created 20 legions." Ferrus was in a good mood. After comforting his son, he looked at Amadeus Ducain.

If Ferrus was the soul of the reorganized Legion, then Ducain, hailing from Terra, was the original Stormrunner Legion's soul. A true master tactician and strategist, he had accomplished his mission with exceptional skill during the famous War of Rust, earning him immense praise from Horus, who even sent Abaddon to apprentice with him to learn his tactics and strategies. This demonstrates the true depth of Ducain's skill. He now commands the highest regard within the Iron Hands Legion!

"Dukain, you will go to welcome our guests on my behalf. I hope you can complete this task well. You must demonstrate our goodwill and show your bravery. Before I return, your name will resound throughout the empire. I hope you can complete this task well." Ferrus said.

Due to various direct and indirect factors, Santo's luck had been somewhat negative. Originally, as a fellow villager of Ferrus, he had a hope of competing with Dukain for the second-in-command position, and he had indeed succeeded. But now, unfortunately, Ferrus wouldn't consider this matter again for the time being, at least not for a while.

Since they were going to welcome Balder, they had to have someone of equal standing. As the former Stormwalker Legion Commander, Dukain would be the second-in-command of the Legion to welcome Balder.

"Yes, sir. I will complete the task well. In fact, I am still skeptical that the Sixth Legion can produce such a person. I heard that this gentleman is a psychic. Maybe he can capture his opponent not only because of his own strategy, but also with the help of some special means." Du Kain said.

"Psychics?" Ferrus frowned. As someone who admired technology, logic, and calculation, Ferrus had a negative impression of psychics. He believed that this power was distorted, uncontrollable, and a violation of reason. Trusting and using this power was also dangerous.