Chapter 763 The Significance of Retreat

Retreat?

Retreat in the face of orcs?

This is simply nonsense!

Those beasts will happily take over the land where the imperial army retreats, carry out crude and simple but extremely efficient reconstruction, and then rush to other worlds with more troops.

Facing the greenskins, the only effective strategy is to resist mercilessly, then defeat them in a war of attrition, and finally use blazing flames to roast every inch of land rooted by spores.

"Commissar, we are very surprised and admire your understanding of orcs." The Inquisitor standing in the shadows said softly, and then his tone suddenly dropped, "But your remarks are the behavior of a coward. Have you been confused by the relaxed pastoral life in your retirement days? To the point of forgetting the teachings of Zhongsi Academy?"

Facing the threat of the Inquisitor, Yarrick remained calm, as if what he just said was not something to be ashamed of, but a practical and excellent tactic.

"We will not conduct a traditional retreat, but an Orc-style retreat."

This time, the veteran generals of the Astra Militarum could no longer suppress their anger. These generals were cold, loyal, and ruthless. They could let millions of people attack an impossible position without any psychological burden, and they could also personally take up arms and go into battle in the most difficult times to show their loyalty to the Emperor.

They were able to listen to the first half of Yarrick's words thanks to Yarrick's outstanding record. Now Yarrick even proposed the heresy that the Imperial Army should learn to retreat from the Orks. How could they not feel humiliated?

Seeing that the command room was about to quarrel again, two respected Space Marines stopped the unnecessary quarrel in their own way.

Chi! Buzz!

The crackling sound and gorgeous blue light of the master-level precision power sword calmed everyone down. The Inquisitor had a cold face and silently remembered this audacious Space Marine, but did not continue to question Commissar Yarrick in a harsh tone.

The high temperature released by the activated rocket backpack made the command room suddenly hot. The occasional spray of the tail flame also consumed a lot of air, and the pungent smell of burning had the effect of awakening. The angry old general made a gurgling sound of dissatisfaction from his throat, and then reluctantly stretched out his hand to signal Yarrick to continue.

The white-scarred Korsaro Khan retracted the power sword, pretending to be relaxed and surprised and said softly, "Ah? Why did it suddenly start? It seems that the machine spirit doesn't like your noisy appearance."

"Yes, the machine spirit is unhappy." Korvin, the leader of the Raven Guard in black armor, said lightly, and then disappeared silently in the shadows.

The Mechanicus Archsage did not speak at the first time. He could see that Korsaro and Korvin did it on purpose, but the question was why did they do this?

How could Yarrick get the secret support of the two original chapters? Unless there were hints from other forces behind them.

Terra Gaoyi Society? Or those mysterious imperial guards?

When a person has an unusually large amount of information, his way of thinking will become more complicated. This Mechanicus Archmagus is such a person. He knows that Terra has undergone drastic political changes recently. Many old families have been reshuffled and eliminated, and even the nests deep underground have been excavated and explored again.

Maybe? Maybe not?

The Archmagus is not sure, but if he gives face to Khan Korsaro and Captain Korven, he will not lose anything. He can even use this as an excuse to ask them to help him recover some technology from a waste ship.

The Archmagus thought of everything in just a few subtle moments. Almost when Captain Korven just sank into the shadows and his words were still echoing in the command room, he had already made a gear salute and used a hymn to appease the machine spirit to characterize the deterrence just now.

The machine spirit was unhappy.

The Inquisitor's face became even uglier. He stood aside with his eyes narrowed, looking at the Archmagus with a scrutinizing look.

Is the Archmagus afraid of him? Obviously not afraid, a few of his cold mechanical eyes stared at the Inquisitor. If he offended them, the Great Sage would have to store the supplies they were supporting in the cargo hold for 500 years before sending them out.

The command room was quiet, and Commissar Yarrick's tense face finally showed a hint of relief. He looked at Khan Korsaro with some gratitude and continued to explain his views.

He actually wanted to express his gratitude to Captain Korvin, but he really didn't know where the elusive Dark Raven was, so he could only put it aside temporarily.

Yarrick's retreat plan was made clear. He didn't want the Imperial Army of the entire star zone to withdraw, but to withdraw the main force.

He told everyone that the warlord was like all the previous orc warlords. The biggest goal of fighting was to fight happily and have fun.

The current war situation did meet the needs of the iron-clad. He was active on the front line and even lost half his life in the encirclement set up by Khan Korsaro, Captain Korvin and the Armageddon Iron Legion.

Even so, the orc was not afraid at all. As soon as he woke up from the mad doctor's operating table, he was inspired to write poetry. He crushed the mad doctor's skull, then wrote and drew with his brain and blood, and ordered the frightened nurse to publish what he had just written.

The orcs specially sent a special warfare boy to slap the brick-thick "Boss's Collected Works" on the faces of their guards.

"Orcs only want opponents, but if the opponents who can fight them happily don't fight them anymore, what will happen to these orcs?"

"They either chase us relentlessly or smash everything within reach like a child in a tantrum." Korsaro Khan answered Yarrick's question.

"Then how do you guarantee that the orcs won't go crazy? Instead, they'll follow you? Gamble on a 50% chance?"

"No, the probability that the orcs will keep up with us is 1000%, because I will talk to them in person."

The meeting ended, and the command room tentatively agreed with Yarrick's combat opinion.

The Inquisitor called Yarrick, staring at Yarrick's face, his tone still cold, "I hope you really know what you are doing. The lives of tens of trillions of people in the entire star region depend on your plan."

"But you could have voted against it. As an Inquisitor, you have this power."

The Inquisitor did not answer Yarrick's question directly, but took a few steps closer, staring carefully at the white hair and wrinkles under Yarrick's political commissar's hat.

"You have lived too long, Commissar Yarrick. You should not have lived this long, nor should you have the strength to fight against the orc warlords head-on. Even Khan Korsaro could not block the blow head-on, but you did. This can only mean one thing, you were chosen by the Emperor. I don't believe in you, but the vision of the great Emperor."