Horus had finished discussing the strategic plan with his brothers.
A plan that mortals would need days or even weeks to prepare had been fully coordinated by these Primarchs in less than an hour.
During the discussion, the Primarchs' responsibilities had already been assigned. The only thing Horus still needed to address was the Lord of Flame's role in the coming strategy.
"Uncle." Horus came over to the conference table and spoke with great solemnity. "Personally, I hope you can operate within enemy-occupied territory and rescue civilians. Magnus said he saw that all the Achamanids had been locked in prisons, so they are not scattered."
"Of course." Qin Mo nodded and agreed without hesitation.
Clearly, Dur, who sat across from him, was also pleased that Qin Mo would personally rescue the Achamanids.
"Our uncle can destroy an armored regiment with a wave of his hand." Perturabo voiced his opinion in a low tone. "Yet you are sending him to rescue people. That is neither wise nor befitting of his status. You are assigning our uncle the role of some minor figure like a medic. Why not send the Fifth and his motorcycle-riding warriors to rescue them?"
Hearing his brother's words, Chagatai nodded in agreement. He too felt it was inappropriate for the Lord of Flame to rescue people like a medic in this war.
"There is nothing inappropriate about it." Qin Mo spoke up for Horus. "Perhaps you think someone like me should sit in the rear and only step in at some critical moment to decide the battle with a single blow, because that would suit my status."
"But I can operate alone quickly and without being noticed. I can move the civilians out before poison gas is released in the prisons, then chop off the Pan-Pacific people's dog