These lightning advance could also stop as the feuding starts. My character will be obsessed with correct tactics and protocol and the like, and efficiency in both strategy and battle. Thus, if the advance stops the second the gaurdsman start getting at each others throats, he'd blame Winter's troops for disrupting the smooth running of his plan for their own pride, practically a crime in his book anyway, in which case he probably would have no issues withdrawing Winter from the front and replacing someone who in his eyes 'gets the job done'.
Edit: My Bio is this, it will be added to the main post when we have more Imperial writers.
Lord General Lubeck von Brendine
5th Earl of Redrock
Scourge of Ostvalle
The Imperiums Shield
Lord Commander and Master of the 212th Battle Group
Appearance: Tall, in his mid forties, with close cropped hair and a waxed moustache. Of medium build, kept in shape with often exercise but with a largely unremarkable physique. Dark, heavy set blue eyes.
Equipment: Sabre of Redrock (Usually held on display over his command seat). Bolt Pistol, Armour of the von Brendines (specially manufactuered and heavily ornamented carapace armour, hasn’t been worn for four years, since Lubeck hasn’t seen personal combat for over five)
Bio Lubeck was born a Lord General, that’s what later historians would write. For all its inaccuracies it would fit in their perspective. The second son of the of the Governor Militant of Milanthros, he was given ‘command’ of the Earldom of Redrock at age four. When normal boys attended the Scholarium for the first time, Lubeck had been enrolled in the military academies for a year. When normal boys were learning basic Gothic, Lubeck had already memorised the victories of Solar Macharius, when normal boys were chasing girls and getting drunk, Lubeck was sitting exams on the tactics of the Great Crusade.
Not for the von Brendines, was the drabness of the frontline. Lubeck has never stood in a muddy trench, holding and blood stained lasgun, never bellowed his orders over the roar of an Ork horde or the shrieks of a Tyranid swarm. That is for lesser minds.
No, for Lubeck it was the path of command, from the moment his adolescence settled on his shoulders, he was in the command staff of General Offerstein, and he has never looked back since.
He would argue it is a full, and happy life. Others would argue it less than a life. For he has never taken a wife, some say he has never even felt the touch of a woman’s lips upon his own. No children trace their lineage to him. When his life fades, whether it be old age or the fires of war that claims it, only his military record will stand to remind people he existed.
He is a man submerged in strategy, who some of his men whisper, does not eat or sleep during war time, but subsists off the light off tactical relays and the breath of the Emperor himself. To prosecute a war is an art to Lubeck, and the men and machines under his command, simply tools, to be used up for the preservation of the Emperor’s realm, and the creation of Lubeck’s own masterpiece.
It is not hate, or cruelty that breeds this apathy from Lubeck. It’s simply efficiency. There is no gain from feeling for his men in his grand plans, leave that to lesser officers. He has never had to skulk in an underhive, conscription was not what drove him to the guard, what would he have in common with the private on the frontline anyway?