"Fortifications, artillery, reinforcements—they are all meaningless unless ordinary soldiers understand that they are defending their country. Those were the words of Carl Gustaf Mannerheim, an ancient Terra tactical master. Perhaps we can alter them a little here."
"If ordinary soldiers all understood that they were defending their homeland, their loved ones, and their dreams, then I do not think the Imperium would have as many traitors as you claim."
Krippman agreed with Lin Fan's words, but he still could not accept Lin Fan's leniency toward those who had come into contact with Chaos.
"Then, regarding Astra Militarum soldiers coming into contact with Chaos and rebelling, we can try seeing things from their perspective."
"You are John, an utterly ordinary Astra Militarum soldier. You passed your planet's selection process and stood among the best soldiers your world had to offer. Only then did you qualify to wage war among the stars for The Emperor."
"You followed fleets vast enough to blot out the sky, witnessed the might of the Imperium, and were sent from one battlefield to another to fight the enemy to the death."
"You had seen Orks, xenos, and traitors alike, until you were sent to Armageddon. No one dared tell you what you were about to face, because those who knew had all been purged as corrupted by Chaos."
"You held your weapon and felt this battle was nothing special. The Death Angels of The Emperor stood beside you, along with angels in gleaming silver armor whom you did not recognize."
"With such superhumans on the battlefield, every enemy of The Emperor would be crushed. That was what you had always believed."
"Those supernatural fiends appeared on the battlefield. You pulled the trigger and hurled grenades, only to find they had little effect. More and more horrors arose