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Many senior generals remained silent.

They looked at the holographic strategic projection and waited for Calgar to continue speaking.

This is bound to be a tough battle.

Using limited troops to stop the torrent of Zerg will inevitably pay a heavy price.

It is possible that more than half of them will not live to see the Primarch.

But this is their mission.

They will not reject their mission out of fear of death.

Calga also looked at Vitria's projection layout, and his finger with a built-in sensor chip slid on the holographic projection.

"I have faced the Tyranids before, and I know how terrifying they are. But the Tyranids also have weaknesses, that is, they rely too much on node creatures. Therefore, I need you to make a plan. Once you find those huge node creatures, you will

It must be killed as quickly as possible.”

"One more thing, regarding the issue of infiltration, we have carried out a comprehensive sweep against those rebels who pursue freedom but are actually controlled by gene stealers. But never underestimate the intelligence of those abominable creatures, and any behavior that despises them

Everyone will pay a heavy price for this.”

"Carry out all-round screening in the nest capital, and we must not let up. We must also strictly guard important power supply reactors, weapons depots and other units to ensure that they are not allowed to take advantage of them."

The meeting lasted a long time.

Calgar conducted a comprehensive assessment of all fortifications to ensure that no major mistakes would occur.

At the end of the meeting, Calgar looked around at these high-ranking generals, knowing that some of them might die here.

Today's meeting will be the last day they see each other.

Even though some of them were mortals, Calgar still showed respect to them.

Any warrior who dares to die for the great blueprint constructed by the Emperor and the Primarch is worthy of recognition and praise.

"We fight for the Lord of Ultramar, and we will stand under the throne of the Emperor. My colleagues, I wish you and others good luck in the war." Calgar said, "Humanity will win, and the Empire will win."

"Must win."

"Must win."

The generals responded with firm voices.

They are not enthusiastic because they know what sacrifices are behind these words.

The Emperor will recall those warriors en masse and bring them back to the throne.

War is coming, but mankind will never be afraid.

Nowhere in the campground is peaceful.

The din of fortification construction resounded in all directions.

Hawke watched his comrades build fortifications and deploy heavy firepower such as artillery and grenade launchers.

War is slowly approaching, and everyone can feel it.

People have even started to have nightmares.

According to the Propaganda Ministry, the Tyranids are less than a month away from the Vitria system.

The subspace shadow formed by the Hive Mind has enveloped the Vitria galaxy, tormenting every human within it.

The Astropaths have outlived their usefulness.

They can no longer find information in the Warp.

Psykers with special talents or those with subspace sensitivity are always roaring in the middle of the night.

Shadows torture them.

Later on, the situation got worse and worse.

Everyone began to dream of those horrific and twisted nightmares.

The Warp Shadow is a very terrifying Tyranid soul power that can block the connection to the subspace.

Make it difficult to use any kind of psychic power.

Imperial scholars believe that the Warp Shadow is caused by the excessive gathering of Tyranids and the two-way communication of the Hive Mind, which creates a phenomenon of massive psychic activity and paralyzes the ability of other life forms to use the Warp.

Like a computer's memory processor, it will freeze if there are too many threads occupying the same time to calculate data.

It is because of this that the Astropaths and Warp voyages were discontinued.

Of course, this is just speculation by imperial scholars.

So far, no one knows what is going on with the Warp Shadow?

Hawk knows more than the average soldier.

Their astrological communication was cut off, and ships were no longer able to sail into subspace.

This means that they have been completely isolated here.

Hawke checked the offensive, then turned and returned to the tent.

The chemical lamp produced by the military industry has a plastic switch.

Hawke stretched out his hand, twisted it, and quickly lit the lamp.

Chemical lamps provide the tent with bright light.

The layout of the tent is a bit simple, with a huge tabletop sand table placed in the middle, and a street layout map hanging on the wall.

An hour ago, several commanders were sitting here to give operational instructions.

Their mission is simple, that is, to defend the streets from the Tyranids.

There is not much room for people like Hawke to perform.

The top management has already determined the position and role of each corps.

All they need to do is obey.

Hawke looked at the map and sand table, thinking about how to allow his troops to complete the mission as much as possible while minimizing losses.

However, advanced strategies are too complicated for him.

In addition, the top management has restricted their performance.

Looking behind him, Hawke could only pray to the Emperor, hoping that the original body would arrive as soon as possible.

In such a grand and magnificent war, nothing he does will have any effect.

But Hawke was still thinking about it.

He wants to keep his people alive as long as possible.

To the top management, those people are just inconspicuous numbers.

The 502nd Group is just a group of ten thousand people who are relatively obedient and capable of fighting.

Hawke guessed that's what the higher-ups thought.

Everyone feels this way when standing in a high position.

After all, so many troops must be invested in a battle. If the top management pays too much attention to personal emotions, then this battle will basically not be fought.

Hawke also feels this way. If you can use one platoon to rescue the next company, then why not do it?

Everyone desires equality, but war commanders only consider what they can do to win.

Those who are more responsible will consider whether they can win while reducing casualties.

Asshole, you don’t care about that much!!

The sound of the soles of boots hitting the cement floor sounded rhythmically.

Hawke looked at the person who came, stood up and performed a less formal courtesy.

"Sir."

"No need to salute," the visitor said.

The person who came was the political commissar responsible for supervising the troops.

If Hawke remembered correctly, the other party's name was Abel.

The uniform is neat and tidy, with epaulettes on the shoulders representing official titles.

In the empire, political commissars have great power and are responsible for integrating various corps.

They are the ones who help the empire maintain its fighting power and keep the soldiers in their positions.

Political commissars all come from official academies, and they possess political acumen and military talents that ordinary people do not have.

The leader of each regiment has a slightly lower status than the political commissar.

Hawke's promotion was rapid, but it is undeniable that he is just a worker in a hive factory.
To be continued...