War was waged at every moment. Some people did not have to set foot on the battlefield at once, but what they bore was an even more important responsibility.
They sent others onto the battlefield. Conscientious generals would think long and hard about that, ensuring every order they gave could produce a good result. If casualties had to occur, they also had to make sure those casualties were worth it. Unfortunately, most commanders were astonishingly stupid. Some were born that way, while others gradually became reckless in war.
Then again, this was Macragge. So there could be only one commander.
Guilliman could hear the chair bearing his weight creaking, and he was certain his Scions could hear it too.
Having no choice, he stood and continued, "Send the 6th Company to support the southern sector. Andermant must be held. If the enemy is too numerous and they are unable to resist, I permit them to retreat to Andermant IV and garrison it."
The official responsible for relaying orders immediately transmitted the command into the portable Personal Terminal Guilliman had lent him.
A few minutes ago, he had still been unable to adapt to it or operate it well, but now he could already use it with practiced ease. His fingers slid constantly across the screen, runes flashed, and orders were entered. Guilliman paused for a moment, and only continued once the official raised his head.
"Have Cato Sicarius temporarily take command of the First Company. The captaincy of the Second Company will remain with Titus. Have them support the Konor Sector together. The scan results transmitted back from the Vengeance fifteen minutes ago are far from encouraging."
"At the same time, have Aeonid Thiel lead the reborn Dreadnoughts and take the Eighth Company in a drop assault onto Macragge for