Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Bang, bang, bang...

The vibration of the train, accompanied by the trembling of the rails, reverberated in the closed carriage as regularly as a heartbeat.

"hiss……"

Vasis, who was half asleep, took a deep breath, frowned, and reached out to push the head that was leaning on her shoulder away. She felt her neck was numb and stiff, as if something heavy had been pressing on her all night, and her muscles seemed to be frozen, and her shoulders also made a weak protest.

She rubbed her neck with a ferocious expression, trying to regain consciousness. At this moment, she actually had an illusion that her body below the neck was paralyzed, as if she was completely locked in a cold slumber. But it turned out to be just an illusion, at least her hands could still move, and she could press the stiff muscles to try to bring back some warmth.

After rubbing her face for a few times, she sighed and wiped her face with her hand, trying to wake herself up completely. Then, she turned her head and looked outside through the window.

The world outside the window was covered with white snow. The rugged land reflected the dazzling light under the sun, which made her squint subconsciously. Snowflakes fell all over the sky, and the white snow wrapped the withered trees and rugged mountains. The whole world seemed to be frozen in silence. But this winter's coldness only lasted for a few seconds.

Soon, the train drove towards the Blackwater River Bridge.

Looking out the window, the surface of the Blackwater River is like a deep black crack, winding and extending across the frozen land, like an inky wound. The bridge stretches across the river, with the steel riveted supports towering into the sky, and frost covering the rivets and beams, making the entire bridge look like a dead steel behemoth, silently crossing this black undercurrent.

Vasis quietly stared at the Blackwater River, looking along the bridge into the distance. After a moment, she retracted her gaze and turned to look at the window on the other side of the train.

In the distance, a city made of metal and thick smoke came into view - New Hag Graves.

The city's skyline is filled with dense chimneys. The towering pillars pierce the sky like a dark forest, casting eerie silhouettes in the mist.

There is no snow here, but instead endless steel and smoke.

The towering chimneys spewed out black smoke, and the rolling exhaust gas enveloped the sky above the city, tearing the sunlight that came through the leaden sky into broken patches. The pipes of the chemical plant crisscrossed like some kind of intricate metal veins, transporting materials and energy to every corner of the city, continuously producing the materials needed by Druch, and adding bricks and tiles to Druch's war machine.

The train quickly passed New Hag Graves, gradually moving away from the land that swallowed up the shining steel, and continued to speed south.

The scene in front of her changed again, turning into orderly spaced iron towers and farmland. But Vasis was not interested in watching any more. She had been here before, and more than once. Every summer, her unit would conduct long marches and she had come here many times. She closed her eyes again and leaned back in her seat, trying to rest for a while on this long journey.

When she opened her eyes again, the train had obviously slowed down, the vibration caused by the wheels rubbing against the rails gradually weakened, and the scenery outside the window also changed.

Inside the carriage, the originally silent Drukis woke up one after another and gradually recovered. Some were talking in low voices, some were stretching their bodies that were stiff from the long ride, some were straightening their uniforms to make sure every crease met the standards, and some were flipping through a medical book, tapping the pages with their fingers, as if thinking about something. Some were trying to get back to their seats, crossing the crowded aisle, and passing by their fellow passengers in the narrow space.

Clarkalond has arrived.

The war is about to begin and the killing is about to come.

At least that's what Vasis thought, but before that...

She stood up, twisted her stiff neck, moved her limbs to revitalize her numb muscles, then walked across the narrow corridor towards the bathroom.

However, when she walked to the end of the carriage, she saw a long queue outside the toilet. The Drukis were standing there, some talking, some waiting in silence, with different expressions. Seeing this, she shook her head helplessly, paused for a moment, and then decisively gave up the idea.

When an assistant military doctor saw her, he immediately stepped aside and gave way to her, indicating that she could use the seat first.

Vasis chuckled and waved his hand to reject the other party's kindness. Then he turned and walked towards the aisle, where several assistant military doctors were standing in groups of three or four, chatting and smoking, taking a short break before the upcoming busy work.

She walked over, raised her hand, nodded to them as a greeting, then unbuttoned her coat, reached into her bosom, and pulled out a silver cigarette case from her inner pocket.

pat...

The cigarette box was opened, and inside was a row of exquisite sari cloth cigarettes, each neatly cut without a single scrap of tobacco. She gently picked up one and held it in her mouth skillfully.

She did not share her cigarettes with the assistant military doctors by being polite. It was good enough that she did not accept the cigarettes offered by them.

Are you kidding me? She is an officer, a high-ranking officer, and she is in charge of all the Druks in the carriage!

She is different from what she was decades ago. Now she is a junior chief military doctor and the head of legion-level medical care. She manages field hospitals and formulates medical plans. Her rank and treatment are comparable to those of a junior fear lord.

further up?
The mid-level chief military doctor is the medical director at the corps level, coordinating logistics and complex surgical resources. The next level up, the senior chief military doctor, is the medical commander at the corps or even theater level, directly participating in strategic medical decision-making.

Although she was eager to move forward, and although she had been constantly learning in the past few decades, learning how to manage, learning medical knowledge, and constantly strengthening herself, she knew that she had reached the end of her rope because she had no second sight and was not a warlock.

However, it turned out that her choice to take this path was correct.

Otherwise, with her qualifications and abilities, no matter how hard she worked, she would at best be a centurion in a combat unit.

In terms of life, she got married, and her husband is now a junior dread lord, commanding a legion of guards. She has five children, three boys and two girls, who are now adults, and the older ones even have their own children, so she has become a grandmother. As a fanatical admirer of Anasara, she set up a family pooling fund and bought an apartment and a farm in Nagarond to invest in the family and the future.

Upon seeing this, the assistant military doctors handed out their lighters one after another. The flames danced in the cold air, illuminating their slightly tired but still sharp eyes.

A meaningful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. She tilted her head slightly, picked one at random, and lowered her head to light the cigarette.

Flames leapt up and smoke rose slowly in the air.

Soon after, she returned to her seat and reached out to pick up her personal luggage on the overhead luggage rack. Her movements were neither fast nor slow, steady and methodical. At the same time, the train stopped steadily on the platform after a short tremor, and the lingering sound of the friction between the rails and the hooks came from not far away, dull and regular.

Inside the carriage, the Drukis had packed their belongings, either carrying or on their backs, and stood still, waiting for orders.

However, Vasis did not rush to give orders. Instead, he narrowed his eyes slightly and looked quietly at everything in the carriage, while listening to the clanging sounds coming from not far away.

In Naggaroth, riding the train is anything but a comfortable experience.

Even though this gloomy land finally welcomed steam power, passengers on the train still had to endure the cold, especially those sitting by the windows, which were as cold as being locked in an iron tombstone, freezing cold.

The wooden seats were not comfortable at all, the hard backrests made it almost impossible to really relax, and they also kept your butt cold.

Vasis raised his chin slightly and glanced at the other people in the car.

Compared with medical troops, the treatment of combat troops is more stringent.

As far as she knew, soldiers in combat units were not eligible to sit in such passenger carriages, but were crammed into cold freight carriages. Each carriage could accommodate an entire team of 100 men, crowded together, just like the canned fish she occasionally ate, which were tightly stuffed.

But having a place to sit is better than having no place to sit.

Boom! Boom!
The dull knocking sound was heard a few more times, and then there was the sound of some mechanical parts being pried open.

Vasis chuckled, she knew exactly what it was.

The door was frozen into a solid block of iron and could not be opened normally. It had to be hit hard with a hammer several times before it could be pried open.

There's nothing we can do about it. The weather in Naggaroth is like this.

Then, there was a metallic click from the door hinge, and the door was finally opened.

Vasis nodded slightly and nodded to the Drukis who were looking at her, indicating that they could start the action.

On the platform, the troops have already lined up.

Unlike combat troops, the troops commanded by Vasis do not need to go to the freight cars to collect combat equipment. After all, medical troops do not have real combat equipment, but this does not mean that their training can be relaxed.

In fact, they have also received rigorous military training, but the training content is different from that of the soldiers. They will not be required to charge into battle, but to be able to assemble quickly and march with the combat troops to ensure that they do not fall behind and do not slow down the pace of the legion's actions.

Once the war breaks out, the medical troops commanded by Vasis will select the safest area closest to the battlefield and quickly set up a field hospital to provide initial treatment and stabilization for soldiers injured in the battle.

Soldiers with serious injuries will be kept alive in field hospitals, and then transported to large corps-level or army-level field hospitals for treatment, depending on the situation. There, there will be sorcerers in charge, with more complete equipment and higher medical standards, and they will undertake more complex surgical operations and long-term treatment.

The entire organization consists of two hundred people, including Vashis who is the junior chief military doctor, doctors, nurses, hygienists, administrative and logistical personnel.

Although he is only in charge of two hundred people, Vasis has no problem matching the initial level of Fear Lords in terms of rank and treatment. Generalarzt, Generalstabsarzt, Generaloberstabsarzt, military doctors are junior, lieutenant and senior generals. You can learn more about them.

Joseph Kizer of Austria-Hungary, learn more about him.

Don't treat doctors as non-human beings.

However, in the army system of Druki, doctors, nurses and hygienists are all one, collectively referred to as assistant military doctors, and commanded by the chief assistant military doctor. After all, Druki is an elf, with a long life span, which is enough for them to master multiple medical skills at the same time.

The administrative staff was also served by assistant military doctors, who would also assist in treating the wounded when necessary. As for logistics, it was mainly the responsibility of the coachman and the cook.

Stretcher team? Nonexistent.

First aid at the front line is provided by the combat troops themselves, who have received basic first aid training such as hemostasis and bandaging. The combat troops are also responsible for transporting the wounded, either by stretcher or by vehicle to the field hospital, where the injuries are graded and the seriously injured are given priority. If further treatment is required, the medical unit's driver will drive the vehicle to a larger field hospital.

Although the medical troops had no weapons, they had medical equipment. After lining up, under the leadership of Vasis, the team moved quickly to the freight car connected to the passenger car.

Although she did not speak as a leader, when she took out her pocket watch to express her intention, Drucci in the team understood instantly.

The drivers were the first to step forward, holding hammers and knocking on the frozen doors. As the thick ice was broken, the heavy doors were slowly pulled open, and they jumped into the carriages and took down the sections, wheels, and tool boxes one by one. As the goods were gradually cleared, more drivers jumped into the carriages to speed up the handling.

At the same time, the Drukis on the platform had divided into several groups and began to assemble the carriage.

Different from the original carriage specifications customized in Asheril, the current carriages are divided into light, medium and heavy carriages. (Chapter 680)
Vasis's medical troops are equipped with 10 light carriages, 10 medium carriages, and no heavy carriages, which are specially designed for use at the large legion level.

What about Drucci's carriage...

Very distinctive?

The splicing structure is the unique feature of the Drucci carriage.

The frame is composed of section plates, each of which is connected by an iron bridge. Fixing holes are reserved in four directions. After aligning the holes, place gaskets, fix them with bolts and nuts, and tighten them with a wrench.

In this way, the two sections are joined together. When three sections are joined together, part of the body of the light carriage is completed. Four sections are the body of the medium-sized carriage. Five sections...

The wheel is even more particular. The wheel is composed of a hub, spokes, rims, and tires. The hub is a central wooden disk that connects the spokes. There is nothing to say about this. The spokes are wooden spokes that radially support the rims. The spokes of the Druzy carriage are not made of wood, but steel. They are not a whole piece, but segmented. Each segment has threads at both ends. It is better to say that they are studs than spokes.

The stud bolt is good, it can provide higher connection strength, ensure the close fit between the connected parts, and can withstand greater external force and vibration. It is more convenient and quick to disassemble, and it can be disassembled by simply loosening the nut.

Two studs connected together form the spokes of a light carriage wheel, three, four...

The rim is made of four sections. After being fixed, there are corresponding fixing holes on the edges of the four sections for connecting to the curved iron bridge.

The tires are even more bizarre. Thanks to Asheril's development, Drucci's carriage is equipped with solid rubber tires, which greatly improves durability and reduces damage caused by bumps.

The same goes for the traction device. If you can put it together, then put it together. If you can't, then there is really nothing you can do.

The entire carriage, like an oversized model, requires the collaboration of multiple people to assemble, and no glue is required.

Although it is cumbersome and looks like taking off pants to fart, its advantages are undoubted. It saves transportation space, is easy to maintain on a daily basis, has universal parts, and is efficient to disassemble and assemble. When necessary, light and medium-sized carriages can be disassembled and assembled into a large one.

Vasis's troops were the first to complete the assembly of all the carriages. When she looked around and found that her team was the first to complete the work on the entire platform, she smiled with satisfaction.

All the passengers on this train were from the medical corps of the Nagarond garrison, and all the equipment transported were medical devices.

There is no way, the competition in the Druch Army has always been fierce.

From team honor to daily affairs, every job is a battlefield. Especially the Guards, they must be fast. If they are slow, they will not only be laughed at, but also become a long-term topic of conversation until a new laughing stock appears.

Step by step, step by step.

When the carriage was assembled, the surgical instruments, disinfection equipment, bandages, painkillers, and sulfonamide drugs in the carriage were moved out one after another. Finally, two field kitchen trailers were pushed down.

Vasis's medical troops are still the fastest.

Then, her troops started to move, and the way they moved was simple, relying on the people to push. The horses would arrive later, and for now, they could only rely on their own strength to push the equipment and supplies into the station one by one.

The Clarkalond Station was designed to be extremely spacious from the beginning, which was related to many factors. It was close to the exit of the underground sea and was the first stop for the fleet returning from Asheril. Although the Seryuan Yutao was set up on the Nagor, Clarkalond still had a large number of naval dormitories for the fleet officers and soldiers to rest. A large amount of cargo was also transferred here, loaded and unloaded by train, or transported from the north or transported to the north.
The port of Nagarond was expanded once after the First Battle of Grond, but its scale was still limited and needed further expansion. However, after having a railway system, Dacus was too lazy to make any more major changes and only installed some supporting equipment to facilitate the transportation of heavy equipment and personnel, as well as the docking with Karond Karl.

After all, Gorond has no port at all, and Har Gansi... going further south is more or less a problem. Therefore, in terms of strategic transportation, the port of Nagarond is still the best solution.

Of course, unless it is an emergency, large-scale troop mobilization is still the most efficient way for the Black Ark. The advantage of rail transportation is supply turnover, saving naval transport capacity. Clar Karond is the key hub of this system. Supplies will be assembled and sorted here, then transported to Anaheim, and then shipped from Anaheim to Ulthuan.

The stairs leading to the overpass from the platform still maintain their original form, with simple steps and no escalator. However, the needs of material transportation were taken into consideration during the design, and three grooves were embedded in the steps, corresponding to the wheel tracks of light, medium and heavy carriages. This ingenious design greatly facilitates the handling of goods, especially in an environment covered with ice and snow and slippery ground, reducing the possibility of accidents.

After leaving the station, Vasis's troops arrived at the temporary station with supplies. Just as the medical supplies were properly placed, a convoy of five heavy carriages slowly drove into the camp.

Vasis took a quick look, showing no surprise or curiosity, and she did not reach out to look through the document bag at her waist. She knew the purpose of this batch of supplies very well, and did not need to confirm anything. She immediately adjusted the deployment, with some people continuing to sort out the medical supplies, while others began to line up to receive the supplies.

After a brief conversation with the leader of the convoy, she waved her hand to signal her subordinates to collect the supplies. In addition to several days of military rations, this batch of supplies also included shoes and socks, which might be more important than food for the Duruchi who were about to fight.

As a senior officer, Vasis's boots are black leather military boots that she bought at her own expense. The style is made according to the standards of senior officers, and they are both comfortable and fit. But it is different for others. Except for a few who can afford it, most people still wear black waterproof oilcloth military boots. (Chapter 571)
The boots they received this time were exactly the combat boots they had been waiting for for a long time. They began to discuss in a low voice as soon as they received the boots, and the excitement they could not conceal on their faces explained their mood.

They were fed up with the pair of black waterproof oilskin military boots, tired of their stiffness, dullness, cold feet in winter, stifling sweat in summer, and even more fed up with their appearance.

Although the old boots are durable, waterproof and can barely cope with various harsh environments...

This new type of combat boots was originally only distributed to the Asheril garrison and navy, and was not equipped to the army of Naggaroth because previous tests showed that it was indeed not very suitable for the extreme climate of Naggaroth.

Dacus knew nothing about military affairs, but he understood one thing: soldiers must have a pair of suitable boots and socks for long-distance marches.

He was ready to start mass-producing this pair of boots and matching socks when the attack was about to begin. He wanted to ensure that all the Druki soldiers who set foot on Ulthuan were equipped with this pair of boots and socks, and that there would be enough stock for replacement.

Now, what he had thought about in Asheril had materialized. The Great Thought Technique had succeeded once again, he had done it! He was not a person, the great...

Everyone received two pairs of combat boots, just like the two trees in front of the door, one pair was for wearing and the other pair was also for wearing, not... for spare or replacement.

Each pair of boots has a unique number printed on it, and according to regulations, they cannot be traded privately. But apparently, if the number is erased after a little processing, the boots can become unclaimed supplies. However, if this is really done, what to wear next will become a problem, and... the Royal Order Black Knight will conduct surprise inspections from time to time. Once it is found that the allocated supplies are missing, the consequences will be...

There are two sizes of socks, five pairs of each.

Extreme cold environment socks, suitable for the low-temperature combat environment in the North, are the same style they are currently wearing; breathable tactical socks, suitable for long-distance marches and combat in Ossuan, are breathable, sweat-absorbent, and quick-drying, greatly reducing foot diseases during long-distance marches.

Foot binding? It has long been eliminated. With the improvement of productivity, the military supply system of Druch has long abandoned this kind of equipment.

In addition, each person received an extra piece of cloth and a sewing box in case they needed to repair their socks during wartime.

When it came time to collect the socks, the Drukis became much quieter. There were no excited whispers or chatter. They lined up quietly, collected their share of supplies silently, and then left.

They are not stupid. After all, the threshold for joining the medical force is extremely high, and not just anyone can join. To become one of them, one must be proficient in theory and practice and have solid medical knowledge and clinical experience.

This was not the first time they had experienced such a distribution, nor would it be the last, but this time there were more than before. At this moment, everyone understood that war had arrived. And this batch of equipment was not just daily consumables, but also a guarantee for the next few months or even years.

The process of distributing materials went extremely smoothly.

Medical supplies were quickly put in place and the chefs were almost ready for dinner.

But Vasis did not go to eat because she had to attend a meeting as the head of the medical unit.

Among all the troops stationed in Nagarond, the medical troops were the first to arrive, even earlier than the vanguard of the combat troops. In this case, there must be a reason why they were deployed in advance...

At night, it should be time for rest, but the medical unit base where Vasis is located is still busy.

Assistant doctors sat around a long table with neatly arranged glass bottles in front of them. The bottles glowed under the light. They held spoons and carefully poured the viscous solvent into the bottles.

This is an anticoagulant, a chemical product from New Heiger Graves that is used to prevent blood from clotting. The glass bottle is a standardized blood storage container specifically for blood.

The storage and transportation of blood is an extremely troublesome task. It must be kept at low temperatures and needs to rely on ice or simple refrigerators. However, a slight temperature fluctuation during transportation may cause the blood to deteriorate. Fortunately, this is Naggaroth, and the temperature is set, but later...

But it doesn’t matter, there is magic in this world.

Specially made refrigerators can be towed by heavy carriages, and the supply is guaranteed by a special transport chain and distribution system. This is why the threshold for a mid-level chief military doctor must be a warlock. Without magic, it is impossible to efficiently manage the entire blood supply system.

The next day, Vasis got up very early, even earlier than usual.

She has a mission and must make all preparations in advance.

Today, her unit was responsible for collecting blood from 3,000 residents of a residential area. The reason for the number 3,000 was that it only counted adults, not children. She had to complete all the preliminary preparations before the workers got up, and complete the entire blood collection process before the workers went to work.

She stood in the middle of the spacious activity room, looking at the orderly rows of residents. The workers were quietly waiting for blood to be drawn according to the instructions of the Wanminyuan management staff. Her troops had a clear division of labor and each performed their duties. Everyone was operating efficiently, as if they were a precisely operated war machine.

The administrative staff in charge of registration quickly checked the workers' identity information, confirmed their age, health status and past medical history, and ensured that they met the blood collection standards.

After passing the initial screening, the workers were directed to the waiting area, where several rows of benches were placed. The workers sat down in order and, under the guidance of the assistant physician, relaxed their arms and moved their fingers to facilitate blood flow during blood collection.

Then came the blood draw.

From early morning preparation to post-collection and statistics, every member worked intensively and orderly. The amount of blood collected each day was recorded in detail, and all bottles filled with blood were carefully labeled with key information such as the blood donor information, collection time, batch number, etc. Afterwards, these glass bottles filled with blood were classified and stored in refrigerators.

This collection took five days.

The population of Krakalond was there, and she was responsible for blood collection in more than one residential area. During these five days, follow-up troops also arrived one after another.

On the sixth day, Vasis's troops and medical supplies boarded a southbound train.

The scenery outside the window gradually changed from vast fields to endless forests. Along the railway line and on the roads on both sides, large numbers of combat troops were advancing along the road.

In less than half a day, the train arrived at the edge of the venomous woodland, which was also the end of the railway.

After getting off the train, Vasis's troops repeated everything they had experienced at the Clarkalond station, unloading supplies, preparing the troops, and counting the personnel. When her troops were ready, the matching horses and the troops surrounding her troops were also in place.

Next, they will advance forward in a mule-and-horse manner, aiming for the Jusai Fortress.

What you think of as war is that after the countdown is over, you draw your sword, charge into battle, kill the enemy, fight your way through the battlefield, and finally reach the peak of your life.

But in fact……

Take a boat, a train, a car, walk... after several days and nights, we finally got to the destination!
Now, Vasis is experiencing all of this. However, she has become numb. After serving for more than a hundred years, she has long been accustomed to this long and boring march. Moreover, compared with the annual summer training, the conditions of this march are much better, at least there is a train to take.

During the training, the troops could only walk the entire process and had to set up camp every night. Everything was carried out according to wartime standards. Not to mention, they had to deal with midnight surprise attacks from time to time, which made it difficult for them to sleep well. The next day, they had to continue marching as if nothing had happened.

And then the fight started?

nonexistent.

Now that we've arrived, we have to set up camp, right?
After setting up camp, we need to take a rest, right?

Eating, standing guard, patrolling, waiting for orders from superiors... War has never been a mindless killing carnival, but the result of countless logistical work and rigorous preparation.

Fear of the fortress.

In the old days, this fortress was the logistics base and starting point for the attack of Anaheim by the Duruchi army of Clarkalond. It was rebuilt when the Duruchi army came, and was destroyed by the Asur army after the withdrawal.

Today, the fort is once again in a state of reconstruction.

When Vasis's troops arrived, a large number of troops had been stationed with the fort as the center, and all preparations before the war were proceeding in an orderly manner.

She looked up. Even without the help of a telescope, she could still clearly see the Asur colony in the distance, Anaheim, standing on the land of Naggaroth, like a nail, deeply piercing the territory of Duruchi. (End of this chapter)