Warhammer 40: Mortal Gods

The Pan-Pacific Empire's offensive was thwarted because they had to retreat after deploying their troops across long distances.

The empire's army withdrew from the vicinity of another empire's capital to the occupied areas, and the Achaemenids in the occupied areas would inevitably face the most cruel and harsh plunder.

Although the capital was safe, the Achaemenid Emperor Dur had little time to make a decision.

After escaping the emergency situation of the siege, Dur immediately went to the headquarters without even having time to change his tattered ceremonial robe and continued the meeting as a representative of the Achaemenid Empire.

"You can make a decision whenever you want. We won't force you." Horus sat opposite Dur. "Based on the Achaemenid Empire's previous support, we will definitely provide assistance in the next war. But you have to understand that as a surrenderer or a partner, the amount of help you can get is different."

Dur listened to Horus' words and rubbed the ring on his hand.

Guilliman noticed this little movement, and he felt that the ring obviously had a special meaning to Dur.

"Plan the next strategy." Horus called his brothers to the tactical table.

Twenty-one Primarchs gathered around the tactical table, thinking together about the same war.

But this efficiency is not x21 of the Primarchs, as there will also be internal friction between the Primarchs.

"Our military strength is not weaker than the enemy, so my idea is to actively look for opportunities for a decisive battle." Horus said.

"I disagree." Perturabo expressed his objection directly. "We should build a defense line instead of actively seeking a decisive battle and actively seeking losses. The war on the Eastern Front will end soon. As long as a Titan combat team arrives, we can end the battle at the fastest speed and with the least casualties."

"When you say minimal casualties, do you take Achaemenid civilians into account?" Rogaldorn asked.

Perturabo was silent for a moment, then asked Dorn: "The fact is that the Achaemenid civilians in the enemy-occupied areas are already suffering from slavery and plunder. Suppose you lead your legion to rescue those civilians now, how many people can you save? They are under the violent rule of the tyrants and the lackeys of the mad king."

Dorn was silent.

"Perturabo is not without reason." Magnus looked at Horus.

Horus was silent for two seconds, then nodded in agreement.

So the matter came to a standstill, and no military action would be launched until the primarchs themselves reached a conclusion.

"Guess who's here."

Corax suddenly spoke.

All the Primarchs' eyes fell on the pale-skinned brother.

"Why did you say someone was coming? You have been here from the beginning to the end. How could you have discovered if someone had come?" Horus looked puzzled.

Corax spread his hands, looked at Horus for a second, and then glanced at the other brothers: "Didn't anyone notice that I was gone for a minute? If I was caught by the enemy alone, would you only notice that I was gone when my head was sent to you?"

"Don't be sad." Curze nodded, "We will avenge you."

Corax gave Curze the middle finger.

“Why are we all arguing over such a small matter?” Angron held up his hand to stop his brothers from talking nonsense. “Corax, who is here?”

Corax looked toward the door.

A familiar figure slowly walked into the command center.

An expression of surprise appeared on the faces of all the Primarchs.

That was none other than the Lord of Flame, who had left Terra a year and a half ago to conduct research on FTL engines in a void facility outside orbit.

There has been no news in the past year and a half, probably due to confidentiality...

"Kids, I'm back."

Qin Mo opened his arms.

The Primarchs immediately rushed forward.

Qin Mo floated up and hugged each Primarch.

The Achaemenid Emperor Dur stood up, but he did not interrupt the meeting after a year and a half, and remained silent.

"I'll take care of some things and help you out a little." Qin Mo brought the Primarchs back to the tactical table, leaned over, supported his arms on the edge of the table, observed the situation, then looked up at Horus.

Horus also looked at Qin Mo.

"What are your plans?" Qin Mo asked.

"My plan is to proactively seek opportunities for a decisive battle, but there may not be many votes in favor of this plan." Horus answered truthfully.

Qin Mo didn't ask anything else. He lowered his head and looked at the image presented on the tactical table: "Follow your plan."

"But you are here," Lorgar said.

"Just treat me as a high-level combat unit and deploy me in the war." Qin Mo glanced at Lorgar, then looked at Horus, "Compared to you, my strategic ability is not very strong. When I was in charge of the command, I only decided whether to use the strategy discussed by Taranis and the mortal generals. Follow your ideas. After all, this is your first war."

The Primarchs nodded.

Perturabo remained silent, watching Horus walk to the tactical table and formulate a series of strategies based on the idea of ​​actively looking for opportunities for a decisive battle.

Qin Mo left the tactical table, came to the conference table, and sat in front of Durr.

There were some foods on the conference table that were meant to show the hospitality of the Achaemenid Empire. No one touched the food until Qin Mo pulled the plate in front of him.

Dur watched the Lord of Flame take a bite of meat and heard him smilingly ask himself: "What are your concerns about our merging with each other?"

Such a straightforward question was indeed consistent with the description of the Lord of Flame that Durr had heard from officials and delegation members.

So Durr didn't beat around the bush: "What role will the Achaemenids play in the future?"

Qin Mo didn't understand for a moment. The Achaemenid dialect is difficult to learn and understand.

Durr was more blunt.

"Will the Achaemenids exist in the future as a labor supply region, just like the Mauryans did?"

"Or, will the Achaemenids have such a situation: you set up a large number of industrial zones in this prosperous land, and then after my people come under your rule, they will have to turn their youth and life into industrial products, and turn them into commodities that people on the other side of the Himalayas can buy at will in shopping malls for 0.99 Sky Eagle coins?"

After listening to Durr's words, Qin Mo thought for a while and then gave an answer.

"Undoubtedly, your prosperous and civilized land must have established industrial areas to undertake the production of materials, but even under your rule, your people are not all teachers in schools and scholars in societies. Although you have a tradition of respecting knowledge."

"The price of civilian industrial products is less than 0.99 Eagle coins, but no one can wait to buy them. The largest industrial area on Terra is not in the former Maurya Empire land, but near the Himalayas."

Qin Mo didn't explain too much. He knew that Durr was not stupid. Durr knew everything he needed to know. It was just that as a human being, he needed some psychological reassurance.

He gave the assurance to Dur.

Then, Dur thought for a moment, nodded, and took off his dirty and torn robe.

Qin Mo knew that the matter had been discussed, and what Durr wanted to see next was whether his people could be better protected.