I weighed the pros and cons again in my head and eventually made my decision.
'We will try to storm this fortress first. Give an order to build long stairs and prepare planks that could be put over the moat to serve as bridges for your soldiers.'
'Yes, Your Majesty. Finally, our warriors will be able to prove themselves in the eyes of gods…' Gresch thought back, enthusiastic despite his suggestion being declined. He just had too much blind faith in my decisions.
I knew that for the stability of the Empire, I won't be able to stay here if a long siege started. At the very least, I will have to say hi to Amby and make sure Hive Supremo, the heart of the Bee Empire, was in a good shape.
If I stayed away from her for too long, my wife would kill me! In the most pleasurable way (by milking me absolutely dry), but death is still a death!
I also had to morphotype new generations of Beemarines and Beehounds, which was also something I could only do personally.
