The landing went smoothly.
The Astartes Chapter on the ground showed no intention of resisting at all, as if they were there to welcome them.
"Report, Commander. Our scouts detected that they previously established numerous fortifications and trenches," the scout reported.
After glancing over the defenses, the commander gave a disdainful sneer. "How foolish. They're still using such ancient tactics. Do they really think we'll engage them in close combat?"
Digging trenches and constructing fortifications—those were tactics from hundreds of years ago. So this was the level of the "demigods" in whom humanity had placed its hopes.
"Hahahaha—"
Hearing the commander's taunt, everyone burst out laughing, and the atmosphere instantly relaxed.
"Indeed. Humanity is so backward, and its talents are so poor. How could they possibly understand us?"
The commander said arrogantly, "No matter. Soon, we'll show them that we—the Psykana Legion—are the future of warfare, and we'll give these 'demigods' the most despairing terror!"
The Psykana Legion's battle that would make its name was happening today!
An army of three hundred thousand Psykers marched grandly toward the front lines. They had not even bothered to study formation tactics, because in the commander's view, three hundred thousand Psykers could drown the Astartes, who numbered only ten thousand, with one spit each!
The Astartes' position.
After seeing the Trisolarians' almost insulting, utterly undisciplined army—including the way it marched—from the projection of the holographic battlefield, the Chapter Master remained expressionless and issued tactical orders over the communications channel with extreme calm.
The ten-thousand-strong Chapter not only failed to rely on its fortifications and bastions, but instead took the initiative and extended toward both flanks of the Trisolarians' army, forming a gigantic encirclement!
"They're trying to surround us?"
The Trisolarian commander naturally noticed the "demigods'" intentions at once and could not help sneering.