Using the vast majority of his forces as bait and a trap to draw the enemy's attention was undoubtedly an extraordinarily bold and arrogant strategic plan.
Did Horus truly believe that even a single surprise force would be enough to turn the tide of battle?
Yet after considering its possibilities, everyone could only reluctantly admit that if Horus was the one carrying out this plan, then it certainly had a chance of succeeding.
Sanguinius had never been particularly skilled at commanding massive armies or conducting large-scale warfare. He was suited to being a general who charged into battle; asking him to compete with Horus in strategic planning and tactical deception was simply making things difficult for him.
Lox shifted his gaze to Lion El'Jonson. As commander-in-chief of the Imperial expeditionary force, every arrangement had come from his hand.
The Lion's expression darkened. He had devoted most of his attention to the fleet battle in space and the assault on Beta-Garmon II, paying far less attention to World III.
"I had Dreadwing Grand Master Redloss lead a thousand elite veterans to defend the sector where the 'Divining Needle' is located. Emperor above, I only hope it is not too late."
"Another contingent of Imperial Fists is stationed there alongside them. There should be roughly three thousand Astartes and Adeptus Mechanicus personnel resisting the enemy."
Lion El'Jonson had indeed pushed his strategic planning to its limits. He could not gamble on whether Horus would truly make his primary offensive target a battlefield that seemed utterly insignificant.
The initiative on the battlefield had always remained in Horus's hands. The foremost strategist among the primarchs did not seek tactical victory, but strategic gain.
An indescribably complicated emotion rose in the Calibanite's heart. He had shattered Horus's space fleet and, with Sanguinius's help, annihilated most