In fact, Captain Laslo-Dorit was not wrong. The real reason Cassio-Tagge was so anxious was not the biological weapons, but the fear born from his sense that he could not win.
The message from Coruscant had been very clear: victory had to be achieved as soon as possible. Even if they could not crush the Duchy of Dawn, they had to gain a firm foothold in the Modell Sector and create conditions for future operations.
And earlier, when Sa-Kuis had personally come here and thrown out those words, it had placed enormous pressure on Cassio-Tagge.
After all, they had dealt with Archangel of Death, their most troublesome opponent, and had even been given an unprecedentedly powerful fleet. If they still could not achieve victory, there would truly be no excuse for it.
So now, in Cassio-Tagge's mind, anything that might interfere with his path to victory had to be eliminated!
He had already split his army into seventeen columns and sent them forward to besiege Annaj Planet's capital district. Although they faced immense difficulties and had lost two Legions to Archangel of Death on the northern front, the battle lines were at least still advancing steadily.
And that steady advance was what Cassio-Tagge most needed to hold onto. He believed that as long as they continued down this path, victory would eventually come.
Choose another path? It might be shorter, and the losses might be smaller, but Cassio-Tagge did not want to take that risk. Because another approach might fail.
Laslo-Dorit's proposal—to regroup, mass their forces in a few directions for breakthroughs, and advance steadily—was not without merit. But on one hand, Cassio-Tagge looked down on this mere old soldier from the bottom of his heart. If he overturned his own plan and adopted the other's, would that not be