The Chaplain and all the Company captains looked at the Chapter Master.
They remained silent, waiting for the Chapter Master's next words.
The Chapter Master is the soul of a Chapter, and other warriors must hold him in absolute awe and obedience.
The Chapter Master of the Silver Skulls Chapter is always the strongest warrior in the entire Chapter, the one who charges at the forefront and possesses strategic acumen.
Every Chapter brother also supports him from the bottom of their hearts.
"I will take a portion of the brothers to rescue the oppressed miners and lead them to a safe enough place. Another portion of the brothers will remain on the battleship, vigilant against potential accidents. Upon receiving the command that the rescue is complete, the fleet will immediately initiate orbital bombardment, leveling all the ork strongholds."
The Chapter Master looked at his brothers and stated his proposal.
After speaking, he placed his armored fist on his chest.
"The Silver Skulls Chapter will never forget the teachings of the Primarch. We fight for humanity, we fight for the Holy Emperor, and we fight for the Lord of Ultramar. Guardianship is our sacred duty and vow. We shall grant selfless salvation to the weak and the destructive wrath of vengeance to our enemies."
The Librarian, Chaplain, and the Company captains exchanged glances, all nodding in agreement with the proposal.
"Since it has been unanimously approved, let us formulate a sufficiently detailed plan to rescue as many people as possible in the shortest amount of time."
Argentius looked at the holographic projection, his finger with the built-in sensor module clicking repeatedly.
"The orks' space combat capability is not strong; we will be able to clear them out quickly," the Librarian offered his opinion. "Our fleet's strength is far superior to theirs; there is absolutely no possibility of losing this void war."
"That is our advantage, but it is not something to be proud of. The real difficulty lies on the ground. orks are foolish and also powerful, like the galaxy's persistent rash that cannot be cleared away. ork structures appear crude, but their lethality should not be underestimated; they are very likely to cause us significant casualties."
The Chaplain pointed to the crude, unaesthetic buildings in the projection of the planet's surface.
Those buildings were covered in guns and cannons, with various spikes adorning their exteriors.
Humans would never adopt such vulgar and barbaric architecture.
Clearly, those buildings belonged to the orks.
These creatures had occupied the human planet and subjected it to various modifications, transforming it into a series of war fortresses.
"Were we not created and granted strength precisely to confront these abominations?" Argentius said, "Most of the captured humans are likely imprisoned in the mines, extracting minerals for the orks."
"Those mines are interconnected. From the thermal imaging and electromagnetic detection data, these mines are very deep. If the survivors can enter the depths during the orbital bombardment, they will be able to survive."
"We now have a total of two hundred Primaris brothers. We can select one hundred and fifty, divided into ten small teams, with each team responsible for a key mining site. After capturing the mining site, we will have the survivors flee into the depths of the earth. In this way, most of the survivors can be saved."
Chapter Master Korbulo's strategic arrangements made everyone nod; there were no apparent flaws.
"How do we determine the timing for initiating the orbital bombardment? If we delay too long, the orks might also hide underground," the Librarian asked.
"The command will be based on my order. If there is no order, then initiate the orbital bombardment after three hours. If there are no issues, then each of you should go prepare. The space combat is expected to conclude in an hour, at which point we will be airdropped onto the planet."
The Librarian, Chaplain, and the Company captains, after performing the Aquila salute, turned and departed.
The sound of footsteps gradually faded, leaving only the Chapter Master standing alone before the slowly rotating image of the Yellia system.
He stared intently at the holographic projection, attempting to see through all the secrets of this star system.
The equipment continuously focused, emitting the mechanical sounds of rotation and the humming of vibrations, displaying all the collected strategic data to the user.
Planetary topography, settlement maps, known military forces, and so on.
Argentius looked at this information, his mind constantly simulating potential unforeseen situations on the battlefield and practical solutions.
After a long period of contemplation, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Blood surged through his mighty body, and air flowed in and out of his lungs at four times the normal rate, the breath he exhaled carrying a tidal force.
Argentius controlled his breathing rhythm, silently offering a prayer to the Primarch and the Emperor, then stepped out and headed towards the drop pod bay.
Over at the control room of the *Silver Arrow* battleship.
Naval Commander Ither was browsing the battlefield data. The ork battlewagons, upon seeing the arrival of the Imperial warships, turned and charged towards the Imperial fleet.
Just as everyone had analyzed, the orks in the Yellia system did not possess strong space power.
A ragged formation of battlewagons, some oddly assembled small combat craft, and a few space defense stations.
The orks' violent and destructive nature, their constant desire to destroy things, made everything look dilapidated, even emitting black smoke and electrical sparks.
"What a frustrating race," seeing the images transmitted by the auspex, Ither made no attempt to hide his disgust for the orks.
These crude and clumsy orks could always unexpectedly utilize their innate talent to assemble various machines that seemingly should not work.
This green race was like space scavengers, constantly searching for any usable junk in space.
Many of the ork ships were salvaged Imperial derelict fleets repaired by Mekboys.
Sometimes, when an ork ship was suspended in the void, the Imperium couldn't even distinguish if it was a derelict.
Emitting black smoke, flashing electrical sparks, and possibly even on fire.
Such a ship, by all appearances, was a derelict, and could potentially explode at any moment when operating.
Yet, the orks could sail these ships through the stars, wandering and raiding.
Ither observed the position of each ork battlewagon through the tactical holographic projection, predicting their potential battlefield reactions.
It is worth mentioning that the battlefield in space could only be displayed using holographic 3D projections.
Space is three-dimensional; in addition to front, back, left, and right, there are also up and down, adding one more dimension than the surface of the sea.
This resulted in combat between warships being far more complex than people imagined.
Every naval commander capable of directing a space battle was a rare elite.
Managing each warship on the complex battlefield and ensuring it achieved victory as planned was no simple task.
Ordinary people would struggle to even organize the fleet's information, let alone command it.
To counter the Imperial fleet's attack, the ork fleet deployed a flawed battle line.
Ither could tell at a glance that these orks lacked unified command.
Without a powerful ork leader, their fleets were always so chaotic.
There were over twenty ork battlewagons, not a small number, and each was equipped with a large number of cannons and lance batteries.
Every usable space on the battlewagons had been fitted with weapons by the orks.
In the orks' simple understanding, the bigger and more numerous the cannons, the stronger they were.
Ither transmitted the combat orders, "Utilize the spearhead tactic, divide and encircle, and give these damned greenskins a taste of our might."
The Imperial fleet launched its offensive in perfect formation, piercing the orks' rudimentary space defenses like a series of lances.
This engagement could not be called a battle; it was a complete and utter rout.
The Imperial fleet destroyed the orks' limited space power with overwhelming force.
One ork battlewagon after another silently exploded in space.
The space stations in low orbit were also quickly reduced to dust under the Imperial fleet's powerful firepower.
Ither looked at the Communications Officer, who was connected to the control console via neural link.
"Inform the Chapter Master that the orks' space forces have been cleared. He can proceed with his deep strike plan."