After getting off the Thunder Eagle, Talos heard Soshiyang's loud voice as soon as he entered the brightly lit training hall with people coming and going.
"...The fifth exercise area determined that the attackers failed, suffering 20% casualties and losing half of their vehicles. The reason was that they failed to capture the G23 stronghold within 24 hours, causing the enemy to detour from the side and be attacked from both sides. In the end,
They could only retreat to the starting point, and because the Ascetic Company failed to coordinate the offensive steps with the Lamenter Company, the Ascetic Company went too deep and was ambushed by the enemy, losing another 20% of its manpower."
On the huge screen, the tactical signs, real-time pictures, and personnel and equipment numbers in each exercise area were constantly flashing and beating. The technical priests were busy under the array of meditators, processing the massive battle and casualty simulation data.
Suddenly, Soshyan, who heard footsteps, turned around from the command platform and saw Talos, who had taken off his helmet, walking towards him.
"How are those boys of yours?"
"It sucks."
Soshyan looked back at the data in the eighth exercise area, and then picked up one of the data boards stacked on the side. After two clicks, the battle simulation just appeared on the data board.
"The entire reconnaissance company was wiped out? This is the only case in these nine training areas."
Talos touched his bald head helplessly, and then picked up the coffee prepared by the servitor beside him.
"You know, the character of those bastards is pretty good if they don't fight with friendly forces."
"But you still have to pay attention to this situation. Everyone is watching the drill. If you do something like this, your face will be tarnished."
"I've taught them a lesson."
Afterwards, Talos took a sip of hot coffee and looked at the screen.
"It's already the seventh day, and it seems to have some effect? The offensive efficiency of the joint forces is at least double that of the first day or two, right?"
Soshyan nodded and looked at the screen.
"At least everyone has a certain understanding of each other, and many misunderstandings have been resolved. For example, the Flesh Tearers may seem reckless, but in fact their assault tactics have many skills and are very flexible. The Rangers may seem rigid, but they
The attack plan they formulated is the most reliable, and they have a relatively keen sense of battlefield dynamics. The Weepers are the best teammates. Their exclusivity is the weakest, and they can match up with most of their teammates. The Ascetics'
The frontal offensive remains as ferocious and ruthless as ever."
"By practicing this for a month, I will be more confident about Huron."
Soshyan nodded.
While the two were talking, there was a crisp sound of high-heeled shoes. Soshyan immediately turned around and saw Veronica walking over in a ceremonial dress, her pace a little hasty.
It looked like something was wrong.
"What's wrong?"
"The astropaths on Nessen 4 just received news that the Martian Tithe Fleet has turned around and is no longer coming."
"ah?"
This was very sudden for Soshyan. He had prepared his gene seeds, so why didn't he come?
"But there is another news. A fleet from Terra is about to arrive at Nessen 4."
"Tyra?"
"Yes, there are couriers from the High Lords Council of Terra in the fleet, as well as... the Imperial Fists escorting the couriers."
"this--"
Soshyan was even more confused this time——
What happened?
In desperation, Soshyan had no choice but to hand over the overall command of the exercise to Malakin, and then took the Eternal Loyalty back to Nessen IV.
Not long after arriving at the home planet, another fleet also appeared from the jump point at the edge of the galaxy. There were eleven ships in total, four of which bore the mark of the Imperial Fist.
And what surprised Soshyan the most was that the leader of the team turned out to be Captain Danat Lysander!
Since the Feast of the Blade, it had been thirty years since he had seen the First Captain of the Imperial Fists who had given him unlimited support when he first became Chapter Master.
Seeing his old friend again, Soshyan, in addition to the inevitable excitement, also hid some shame.
Now, has he become the "militant captain" that Lysander originally expected?
"Soshyan, long time no see!"
On the space orbital station of Nessen 4, in the hall only used to welcome the most distinguished guests, two teams of majestic giants were walking towards each other.
Lysander, wearing the Terminator, is still as tall and tall as before, like the embodiment of Dorne's tenacity, but there are some wrinkles on his face, and the originally gray beard on his chin has turned gray.
Soshyan stopped three meters in front of Lysander, nodded excitedly, and then stretched out his hand.
"Yes, long time no see, Captain Lysander!"
Lysander looked at Soshyan carefully from beginning to end, and suddenly sighed like an old father:
"You seem to be taller than before. When you get older, your brain just doesn't work. What remains in my mind is the way you looked when I first saw you. At that time, you--"
Lysander raised his hand to show a height, then took Soshyan's hand, stepped forward and patted his shoulder twice.
"Okay, I know you will definitely make a difference in the future! I have heard about all the victories you have won. No wonder Pew often tells me that the empire will have to rely on you young people in the future!"
"Captain Lysander, you praise me too much. I just did some trivial things and cannot be compared with you."
"Hey, modesty is certainly a virtue, but being too self-effacing is not the habit of the Imperial Fists. Everyone says that the Astral Knights are so strong now. How many years have they already developed to what they are now?"
As he spoke, Lysander turned around and looked through the huge dome at the huge Eternal Loyalty in the military port.
"This is no small job."
As Lysander spoke, Soshyan had been paying attention to the procession behind the Imperial Fists, a group of mortals in golden uniforms, holding high the Imperial Aquila and the white dove symbolizing the messenger.
As if paying attention to Soshiyang's gaze, Lysander turned around and said solemnly to Soshiyang:
"Soshyan, we have two tasks this time. The first is to escort the messenger from the High Lords Council and convey an appointment signed by all the high lords collectively."
"appointment?"
"Listen to yourself."
With that said, Lysander stepped aside, and then the team of messengers came to Soshyan with gentle steps. The leader was a man wearing a gold-painted white robe, a top hat, and holding a parchment scroll.
Followed by two attendants carrying incense burners.
"Excuse me, are you Soshyan Alexey, the leader of the Astral Knights Chapter?"
Soshyan nodded.
"yes."
The messenger then opened the parchment and began to announce the appointment and decision of the high lord in slow standard Terran High Gothic.
There are a lot of words, but the content is actually not much, but after listening to it, Soshiyang was completely confused, because there are only two contents in it——
First, appoint him as the Supreme Lord Commander of the Maelstrom Expeditionary Force.
Second, lead the Suffering Alliance and various armies to attack the Red Pirate Lord, Huron, who is hidden in the center of the Maelstrom!