Chapter 771 I've Thought It Through

Perturabo proposed it?

Guilliman frowned. He really didn't expect Perturabo to have such a bold innovation.

After waiting for Perturabo and Dorn to finish their arm wrestling, Guilliman could finally ask Perturabo what exactly he was thinking.

Rubbing his stiff and sore arms, cursing Dorn for being a stone, Perturabo distributed several thick documents to other Primarchs.

Turning to the first page, Guilliman understood why Perturabo could come up with this interesting plan.

The joint strike system composed of the Tau, Humans, Eldar, and Space Marines gave Perturabo a lot of inspiration, and he felt that this tactic should be promoted among the Space Marines.

Fulgrim recalled: "I remember that the Empire already has such an organization. I remember it was called Death Watch? Each regiment would select veterans to join the organization specifically responsible for anti-alien."

"Not only veterans, in fact, some regiments will also send in troublesome people who are too difficult to manage." Guilliman added.

"A thorn in the flesh? If that's the case, I think the Wolves will be able to provide a lot of troops. They are notoriously difficult to discipline." Fulgrim complained.

"This reminds me of a diplomatic matter. Russ wanted to send several people as diplomats, but none of his cubs wanted to do it. They would rather fight with their father than go down." Guilliman continued.

"I'm curious how you know about the Death Watch?" Dorn looked at Guilliman.

Guilliman was a little embarrassed. He knew so much thanks to the Ultramarines' excellent record and preservation of documents.

Not only that, as a Space Marine Chapter with a stable recruitment ground, the Ultramarines have relatively abundant manpower, enough for them to draw personnel to join the Death Watch.

In the previous Tyranid Wars, the Ultramarines received support from the Death Watch. Although the number of people was small, their anti-alien combat experience was quite valuable.

In the free time during the battle, everyone would occasionally chat, and these words were recorded and compiled into a book and stored in the library.

"This is what Calgar told me."

"Do you know anything else?" Perturabo asked.

"Hmm." Guilliman thought for a while, then told a more interesting case.

You are an Ultramarines, and you were dispatched to the Deathwatch by the Chapter Master in response to the call of the Inquisition. The Chapter Master promised you that he would let you return to the Chapter when the next wave of conscription missions came.

You joined the Deathwatch with the idea of ​​contributing to the Empire and defeating the aliens, and then you found that your comrades seemed to be abnormal.

The buddy on the left should be from the Salamanders. His skin is scary black. If he stands in a shadow and closes his eyes, you will think that it is the spirit of the power armor.

The buddy on the right is from the Dark Angels. He is mysterious and never speaks human language. You always feel that he is just asking questions every time he communicates with you.

There is another brother whose name you have only seen, but you have never seen where he is. Sometimes the drunken Space Wolf will point to a shadow and tell you that he is squatting there.

You asked him how he knew, and he just pointed at his nose proudly without saying much.

You thought your comrades were all unreliable guys, but you didn't expect that they all had special skills on the battlefield, and you finally met the brother you had never met.

He came out from the shadows at the foot of the wall, which were not as good as a mortal's. Behind you, there was a loud rumble of rocket launches. The Iron Hand brother, who you regarded as a heavy-duty servitor, coldly told you not to block his trajectory, and then talked about how to strengthen your armor.

In any case, your team's overwhelming success in dealing with the aliens finally comforted your depressed heart.

Later, your team got a new member. I heard that he was from the Blood Angels. He was beautiful and elegant, and you would never forget him. You finally felt that there was a normal person in the team who could communicate well.

"Brother, what is this thing on your waist?" You pointed at the eight blood bottles on his waist and asked.

"You mean this?" The Blood Angel smiled, "It's just a medicine."

One afternoon, two howling voices suddenly came from the quiet team channel.

One voice shouted, "Repent! Repent!"

Another voice shouted, "Horus you bastard! I will kill you ten million times! Still! Not! Enough!"

Guilliman finished speaking and asked his brothers for their opinions.

"I don't think this is a problem. They just lack some supervision. If they can be directly trained and managed by us like the Weepers, I think they will get along well." Perturabo said optimistically.

But his optimism is indeed well-founded. The Weepers Chapter is now a mixed chapter that basically meets Perturabo's vision.

Sanguinius, Perturabo, and Fulgrim constitute the chapter's gene pool.

The reason why Dorn did not join in was because he had to deal with the problem of the Black Templars.

Now Perturabo extended an olive branch to Guilliman, asking his brothers to support a few buckets of blood to strengthen the Weepers Chapter.

"I really don't think this is a good idea." Guilliman shook his head, he wanted Perturabo to give up this idea.

"No, we have to try. Even if this path is indeed wrong, the existence of the Lamenters will become a platform for various chapters to communicate and understand each other."

Guilliman felt that what Perturabo said made sense. Space Marines should have a platform to communicate with each other.

Just like the conference room that Perturabo and Dorn jointly made, although it was a bit crude, maybe one day in the future their descendants will show true brotherhood and be indistinguishable from each other?

Guilliman nodded, and he agreed with Perturabo's plan.

And he also had another idea that needed to be verified by this mixed regiment. Although Space Marines were super warriors with unparalleled skills, their genes would eventually give them an advantage in taking certain tactical actions.

For example, the excellent control of the flamethrower by the Salamanders, the speed of the White Scars, and the stealth of the Raven Guard.

If Perturabo's mixed regiment can further amplify this advantage, it may improve the combat efficiency of the Space Marines by several levels.

Just like the efficient joint combat system composed of the Tau, Humans, Eldar and Space Marines.

The second edition of the Codex Astartes has already taken shape in Guilliman's mind. Perhaps he needs to find time to have a more in-depth discussion with Perturabo in the coming days.

After the meeting, Perturabo happily announced that they had finally returned to the cafeteria.

He had already calculated all this clearly.