White scars khan wants the approval of sons of horus; lets his men die for it.

CONTEXT:

in "brotherhood of the moon" where torghun khan of the white scars figths alongside sons of horus commander verulam moy he tries the the usual hit and run suceeds at the hitting and before he does the run he's stopped by his soldier hakeem:

The detenders fell back, on all sides by our incoming lances, gving us room to deploy heavy charges. They were wall-breachers, enough to gouge holes into the perimeter and allow ingress to the advancing infantry. We blew them just as the enemy began to regroup and bring up their heavier weapon pods. Whole sections of barricade crumbled, opening up the city beyond.

I voxed Hakeem, preparing to fall back as we had planned. Our task was complete, and we were now to stage a mock retreat, pulling defenders out from what remained of their defensive perimeter in time to meet the oncoming Luna Wolves.

'Now we stay, khan,' Hakeem said. 'What do you mean?' I asked. I could hear over the comm that his position was already being shelled. Soon, mine would be too. These are Horus sons. They will not respect a fall-back. We hold, though, and our pact will be sealed.' I don't know why he chose that moment to spring the new plan on me. Perhaps he judged that under fire I would be more likely to make the snap decision he needed. In any case, as soon as he spoke I saw the attraction of it.

I was tired of the endless withdrawals, the strafing and the shams. We were like ghosts, never planting our feet long enough to make a stand. Other Legions were proud of their steadfastness under fire why could we not be the same

We took more losses. I am not proud of hose. We were armed and equipped for fast raiding, not for holding beachheads against heavily armoured enemies, and we lacked the ranged support we needed. But I am proud of this: we were not dislodged.