Back to the present.
Western Front, Rust Canyon—the rebel army's last line of defense.
Yet the chaotic situation on the Western Front had become an enormous problem.
Relying on the Pioneer's immense prestige within the rebel army, Alvin had barely managed to consolidate a force of several thousand men and stabilize the morale of this unit, which had been on the verge of collapse.
But with only a few thousand people, trying to stop two well-equipped marauder groups tens of thousands strong, with superb tactical discipline, was nothing more than wishful thinking. No matter how capable he was, it was impossible.
Unless the Lion King came in person.
Otherwise, let alone him, even if the Regent came, he probably would not be able to do it.
Of course, that was not to say he did not acknowledge the Regent's abilities. He simply believed that leading a legion made up of several thousand slaves and defeating elite Dark Eldar marauder groups head-on was nearly impossible through command and tactics alone—unless one could charge into the crowd like the Lion King and slaughter everything in sight.
And that was not the only problem he faced.
Because Weston had turned traitor in the middle of battle and revealed a great deal of intelligence, the Western Front forces' command system had descended into chaos.
From top to bottom, command posts at every level had been scattered. Soldiers could not find their command posts, command posts could not find their soldiers, and the entire Western Front Legion had fallen into complete disorder. In other words, he had to rebuild and restore the chain of command as quickly as possible.
That was the first issue, and currently the most urgent one.
The second was that he had to move quickly and preserve as much of the