dmims The Future of the 37th Legion
The Future of the 37th Legion
"Ells' team has lost contact."
"The Ker team may have lost contact."
"The Sokas squad has betrayed us and launched an attack."
One message after another was received and processed.
The high-ranking officer parachuted in, the company commander of the first company in the First Reconnaissance Squadron of the First Company, Lestrade, gripped his communicator with one hand, his face grave as he stared at the guards beside him.
"The situation is terrible," he said.
He then shook his head, emphasizing, "No, it should be said that it's extremely bad."
"Then what should we do, sir?" the company guard asked.
After parachuting to the ground, they faithfully carried out the reconnaissance orders of Hector, the father of genetics.
They did not rush into the high-rise building, which had long been turned into an alien habitat and resembled a fortress.
Lestrade fiddled with the communicator in his hand, which was no longer used for reporting. The deaths of his comrades were making him somewhat irritable.
The Astartes are also human beings. They are not born strong as ordinary people think. Instead, they have learned to restrain themselves through countless battles, inheritances, and teachings.
Through the cold, powered gauntlets, Lestrade could almost feel the subtle vibrations of the communicator as it made a sound.
"Father, we need more soldiers," Lestrade said, his voice tinged with helplessness.
"be opposed to."
"be opposed to."
The two opposing voices came from his deputy company commander and his staff.
"We have a semi-complete battalion-level organization, with a special infiltration unit, Harold, and a heavy combat squad, the Minotaur," Deputy Company Commander Sopa objected.
"I don't think things have gotten that urgent yet."
"Secondly agreed." The staff officer expressed his agreement with the deputy company commander Sopa's statement.
Lestrade shook his head at this.
In this respect, Lestrade is much like his genetic father Hector, who is unwilling to take risks when he has more powerful and superior weaponry.
"We cannot accept any more losses."
"The abilities that the Xenomorph has already revealed, besides psionic magic, also include extremely strong melee combat and manipulation abilities."
"They controlled our soldiers and made us fight amongst ourselves."
"That's precisely why we can't recruit more Legion warriors," Sopa countered, echoing Lestrade's words. "We've confirmed that the enemy has the ability to control them, and a large influx of personnel would only increase uncertainty."
"This will lead to more sacrifices."
Lestrade looked into Sopa's eyes, and saw in his deputy company commander's eyes an intense thirst for glory.
His deputy company commander was from Cairo and had jet-black hair and deep black eyes.
The noble blood in his body made him stand tall with pride, meeting Lestrade's gaze with unwavering black eyes.
His battle-scarred face told his company commander that he was not a coward, and he would never accept the honor of begging for support from his father and comrades without having even engaged in a single confrontation.
"We are the first company, sir."
Astartes' voice is loud and full, and that peculiar voice is related to the high degree of genetic modification they have undergone. Sopa, on the other hand, also carries a hint of arrogance of the nobles of the Holy Terra.
“I know we are the First Company, Deputy Company Commander.” Lestrade frowned and rebuked him, “You are far too arrogant.”
The reforms between legions have begun to show results, with each legion's strengths being maximized. Squads and independent special squads have become convenient tools that can be plugged in and out at any time, like universal rivets.
All legion warriors at the chapter level and above expressed their delight at this reform, especially the Eighth Company, whose leader, Hel Kawis, was considered quite ambitious by Lestrade.
After the legion's restructuring, Dalian's efficiency in conquering planets was among the best in the entire legion.
Hector intended to remove him from the second main expeditionary fleet, making him, along with the Eighth Company, the Blood of Fear Knights, and several Trojan semi-mechanical infantry divisions, a new main expeditionary fleet.
"I'm just stating the facts, sir." Young Sopa denied it, his face darkening as if he were thinking of someone.
Looking at Sopa, who wouldn't budge an inch and his grim expression, Lestrade sighed inwardly.
No policy can be perfect from the moment it appears.
Undoubtedly, Hector's reforms were approved by most of the Dawnbringer officers, even in the future, once the Great Crusade was fully underway.
The Empire can also split these forces into distinct main expeditionary fleets or secondary expeditionary fleets.
But costs are also accumulating, just like with young Sopa.
In their pursuit of efficiency, they sacrificed most of the time for getting to know each other and spending time together.
Sopa looked down on the Sixth Company, which was composed of barbarians from the northern part of the continent.
Similarly, the Sixth Company did not like the First Company either, and the conflict between the soldiers of the two companies had already broken out many times before Hector returned.
Before the restructuring, both the Sixth and First Dalian were rife with bullying and infighting, and bloodshed had broken out on several occasions.
The strike cruiser USS Executioner had a gladiatorial arena specifically set up for them.
"You shouldn't think like that, Sopa," Lestrade advised. "Have you forgotten your friendship with Nico Aulas?"
Sopa's expression changed slightly, and he stammered, "No, sir."
Nico Aulas was Sopa's only brother, not a colleague, whom he had forged in blood.
In the early stages of their expedition to the solar system, they disliked each other and often sent each other to the apothecary.
But later, they relied on each other on the battlefield and became the closest of brothers, until the legion was reorganized and Nicolas was reassigned to the Sixth Company.
This initially caused Sopa to feel frustrated.
Lestrade sensed Sopa's emotions and felt a mix of emotions. He had no intention of questioning the thoughts of the Father of Genetics and the Legion's leadership. He couldn't ignore the greater jealousy and rejection because of a few heartwarming examples.
Their father truly loved them, calling out the name of every soldier in the legion and treating them as human beings, not weapons.
However, the company-level officers have discovered that different small groups have formed among them, separated by Dalian. Although this has reduced internal conflicts and bloodshed, the indifference and alienation between them has become increasingly serious.
Lestrade was worried, but he quickly dismissed the thought.
Tactics and policies need to be changed and updated. No fool would cling to a book for ten thousand years without pursuing innovation. At least now the Legion is united, and every Legion warrior is pursuing greater glory.
The Primarch will not abandon them. As long as the Father of Genesis does not abandon them, the Legion will not fall apart, and the Legion is destined to move step by step toward a better future.
Lestrade brought his thoughts back, which didn't take much time: "Order the troops to retreat and send out a distress signal. We need the Prophet brothers of the Seventeenth Company."
"Those witches..."
"Shut up, Sopa!"