Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Anaheim, the Asur colony that stands proudly on the coast of Naggaroth, has become an important overseas base of the Asur since its establishment in the Barshana era. Its establishment is not accidental, but a key node based on the spiritual vein network, making it not only a strategic fortress, but also a place where energy gathers.

But Anaheim's significance goes far beyond that. It is also the core safe haven on the sea route between the Kingdom of Terenloc and Lustria, carrying the hopes of Asur navigators and providing safe shelter for fleets that cross violent ocean currents and travel through unknown waters.

As Asul's bridgehead in the New World, the residents of Anaheim are mainly composed of descendants of the Kingdom of Terenlock. Their ancestors sailed here thousands of years ago and while opening up the New World, they also continued the glory of their homeland on this land.

They inherited the martial spirit of Terenloc, and were proud of the honor of being chariot drivers. They would regularly compete with the knights of their hometown, striving to be as skilled as possible. Because of this, Anaheim is not only a strategic location, but also a city full of fighting traditions. Its residents have received military training since childhood and are always ready to defend this fortress.

After the Great Split, Anaheim was destined to a fate drenched in war.

The Duruchi have never stopped coveting this fortress. Their black fleet has repeatedly launched attacks from the sea, while their army has tried to infiltrate from forests, mountains, and even underground in an attempt to tear open Asur's defenses and turn Anaheim into another of their strongholds in Naggaroth.

Over the millennia, the city has been besieged and blood has stained the ground inside and outside its walls. But Anaheim remains standing, its garrison always ready to fight, holding its ground atop the city walls in one fierce battle after another against the Duruchi attackers.

In 1783 IC, a group of Shadows accidentally discovered an underground passage that circumvented the Asur Line of Defense. This allowed Druch's raiding force to bypass the city walls and infiltrate directly into the core of the city, making the fall of Anaheim almost a reality.

The battle lasted for seven days and seven nights, and Asur's defenses continued to collapse, and the flames of war spread to the entire city. But in the end, Asur completely wiped out the raiders of Duruchi and blocked the discovered secret passage, pulling Anaheim back from the brink of destruction.

Since that incident, Anaheim's defenses have been greatly strengthened. Every underground passage has been carefully checked, and the fortifications outside the city walls have been continuously expanded to ensure that something like this will not happen again.

But even so, the threat of Duruchi has not been eliminated. Their troops are always wandering in the distance, waiting for the opportunity to attack again, and occasionally they will come to the organization to send a wave of heads. The warriors of Anaheim know that their duty is not to win a battle, but to defend this fortress in the endless war.

Its walls are made of granite, thick and smooth, not for decoration but for pure utilitarian design - Azul's architectural aesthetics give way to solidity and defense, ensuring its survival under any attack.

In addition to the city defense system, Anaheim is also located on an island surrounded by many deep-water channels, making it difficult for the enemy to mobilize siege equipment on a large scale. Asul's warships can take advantage of the waterways to quickly rush to the rescue, forming an overlapping line of defense.

Therefore, today's Anaheim is no longer an ordinary colony, but a real war fortress, a fortress forged by war, a strong city that has stood for thousands of years, an Asur fortress on the front line of Naggaroth, and an eternal beacon of Asur in the New World.

However, Anaheim eventually fell. In 2522 Imperial, Malekith personally led his army to attack and completely destroyed it...
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Elion Flying Wing rushed to the top of the tower, pushing away the soldiers blocking his way without any grace, his steps were so hurried that they were even a little messy. His cloak fluttered in the wind, and the edge of the armor collided with the sharp metal sound as he moved violently. However, he didn't care about these, his eyes were fixed on the giant monocular, and he almost couldn't wait to put his eyes on it.

His sight passed through the lens and focused on the distant scene. In just a moment, his breathing suddenly stagnated, and his chest seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and even the air became icy cold.

No, he shouldn't have lost his temper like that.

As the commander and ruler of Anaheim, he should remain calm and composed in times of crisis, like an unshakable lighthouse, illuminating the warriors in the storm.

However, he couldn't do it, he really couldn't control it.

His hands tightly grasped the edge of the telescope, his knuckles turned pale from excessive force, and his palms were soaked with cold sweat. His eyes were wide open, his pupils shrunk to the size of a needle tip, and the blood on his face faded in an instant. His heart beat violently, hitting his chest, like a caged beast roaring desperately to break free. His lips trembled slightly, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't utter a word.

what is that……

His mind was filled with alarm bells, and his rationality kept telling him one message - this was a legion that was powerful enough to destroy Ulthuan, a terrifying force that even nightmares dared not visualize.

The black tide is spreading.

The land in the distance had lost its color and turned into a dark dead area where the world's will had wiped out all its vitality. It was like an endless night pouring down, a heavy shadow engulfing everything.

There were no horns, no shouts, no violent war cries, not even the neighing of war horses. There was only silence, a deep and oppressive silence, and a huge black army was moving forward silently.

Drucci's steps were in perfect unison, as if they had been rehearsed countless times, and every step seemed to be precisely calculated, without any confusion or unnecessary movements. They did not look like an army, but more like a huge and cold war machine, an irresistible force of destruction.

After the advent of the new era, the march of the Duruchi became an art, a nearly perfect ritual. There was no noise or savage collision, they were like a freshly forged sword, cold, sharp, and full of the breath of death.

Deep in the forest, a column of black smoke slowly emerged.

Elion stared at the huge beast that was spewing black smoke. It quickly drove out from the shadows of the forest along the predetermined track, like a long-sleeping steel dragon finally waking up and stepping into the battlefield carrying the breath of death and destruction.

The body of the black beast was as black as ink, and the front surface was covered with cold and angular armor plates, and every inch of it exuded a cold and dead metallic luster. When it drove out of the cover of the forest, the wheels rolled over the predetermined track, raising a cloud of dust. In the oppressive silence, the roar of mechanical operation became the only background music. Then, it slowly stopped beside the road, as if executing a set of precise and strict orders.

Elion looked at the huge black carriages, full of questions in his heart. Carriage? Box? He couldn't tell what it was.

He didn't even know how this steel giant moved. It moved on its own without horses pulling it or anyone pulling it, as if it was driven by some kind of magic. But his reason told him that this was a completely unfamiliar war machine, a weapon and means of transportation that he had never seen before and could not understand.

While Elion was thinking, the iron door of the carriage was suddenly opened, and a Duruchi soldier quickly jumped out, with steady steps and no delay when landing, like a cheetah ready to pounce at any time. The black robe swayed slightly with his movements, like a shadow in the night. The next second, he raised his hand and unfolded a battle flag with a black background and silver stripes.

Officer Druch, with a crescent-shaped metal crown on his helmet, stood beside the carriage. He turned slightly and made a precise gesture to the flag-bearer, while the flag-bearer stood firmly in the middle of the road. The flag fluttered high in the wind, rustling, and the black pattern was particularly eye-catching under the lead-gray sky.

The lighting of the battle flag seemed to be a signal. Soldiers in the carriage jumped out continuously at an astonishing speed. Their movements were swift and steady, as if this was not a temporary assembly, but a standard tactic that had been deduced and trained countless times. In less than two minutes, a team of 100 people had lined up, neatly arranged, with swords and guns like a forest, and a cold and murderous atmosphere swept over like a tide.

Elion's heart skipped a beat. His excellent military accomplishments made him realize that this was a hundred-man team! And it was not just a hundred-man team, it was - a very elite hundred-man team!
Their equipment was extremely complete, with complete armor and a black shield in hand, even the standard bearer who jumped out first. They carried heavy bags on their shoulders, portable shovels and daggers on their right waists, three javelins neatly inserted on their left sides, and miscellaneous items such as water bottles and lunch boxes hung behind them. Some soldiers carried spears on their right shoulders, while others hung various weapons firmly on their chests, all arranged neatly and uniformly without a trace of disorder.

Elion looked at this scene and didn't know what to say for a moment. The telescope he used was originally used to monitor the direction of the forest. It was clear and thorough, allowing him to capture the slightest movement at a long distance. But at this moment, he felt as if he had witnessed an art of war beyond his comprehension, a ruthless and extremely precise military operation.

Although he had seen it more than once, every time he saw it, it still made his heart palpitate and shocked him.

He took a deep breath and adjusted the focus of the telescope with his knuckles trembling slightly. When the image focused again, he saw an even more shocking scene...

The carriage of the black behemoth once again spewed out billowing black smoke, but this time, the smoke was not rising in the direction it came from, but... in the direction of return!

It was actually retreating! Elion's thoughts paused for a moment.

The black team was like a silent steel torrent, advancing steadily along the road, like a moving fortress, casting a heavy shadow over the surrounding world. Their armor shone coldly under the leaden skylight, and every step they took drove countless heavy steel nails into the ground, making it solid and indestructible.

The entire army moved in unison, no one fell behind and no one got ahead. They advanced with an almost mechanical precision, giving people a suffocating sense of oppression.

Soon, an even more terrifying scene appeared.

The soldiers at the front began to turn, leaving the road and marching along both sides of the road. The entire five-row formation transformed into two columns as smoothly as flowing water. The whole process was extremely smooth, without a single pause, no one hesitated, and there was no confusion, as if they had practiced it thousands of times and had engraved this formation change into their bones.

This is not something that an ordinary army can do. It is a marching action that can only be performed by elite troops that are highly trained, highly obedient, and have the highest tactical qualities!
What was even more terrifying was that, just as the infantry completed the transition, a convoy drove out of the forest, accurately connected to the road, took over the original position of the infantry, and continued along the original route without stopping! There was no delay, no officers' orders, no unnecessary adjustments, everything was like the gears in a precision instrument, fitting together perfectly, without a single error.

Elion couldn't help but gasp.

How did Drucci do it?!

As a soldier, he knew what this meant. Once the battle broke out, this army would be able to accurately execute any tactical changes on the chaotic battlefield, whether it was encirclement, infiltration or division of the battlefield, it would be as smooth as it was at this moment.

But it's not over.

Just as the convoy firmly occupied the road, a cavalry unit emerged from the forest!
They were lined up in neat columns, but did not march on the main road. Instead, they followed a strict marching plan and sped along the edge of the road left by the convoy and infantry.

what does this mean?
Elion knew that all too well.

This is a real war machine!

The march of any army is an extremely complex system engineering project involving many details.

Marching order - which troops go first and which go last, and how are the infantry, cavalry, and baggage arranged?
Marching formations - how do infantry march? How do vehicles connect? How do different units adjust their positions during the march?
Adaptation to terrain - Hills, canyons, forests, rivers, these complex terrains often disrupt the rhythm of the troops, but this army has no delay at all, like a tactical machine that can adapt to any environment!
This army is not just strictly disciplined, they don't even need additional instructions, as if everyone instinctively knows where they should be, what actions they should take, and how to adjust their route!

A chill rose in Elion's heart.

He knew that on the battlefield, most armies would fall into chaos in complex terrain, and even veterans who had been through many battles would find it difficult to avoid unexpected situations affecting their marching rhythm. However, this Duruchi unit showed unimaginable precision and order. Every soldier had been integrated into this war machine, and every gear was running perfectly.

An army of tens of thousands of soldiers, with no rehearsal, was directly deployed to unfamiliar and complex terrain, yet was able to march so accurately... How did they do it?!

Clear levels and good order cannot be achieved by strict discipline alone. It requires extremely strict tactical planning, superb command ability, and an extremely obedient and well-trained army to execute it!
And Drucci's army actually did it!
What’s even more terrifying is that Duruchi actually has nearly 200,000 troops like this?

Today was the seventh day that the Duruchi army had appeared in the Jusai Fortress. Initially, he naively thought that this was just a small-scale harassment war, and that the enemy had only sent out a few scouts or a small number of troops to create chaos on the periphery, as usual. He had also organized the garrison to take the initiative to attack and try to repel the invaders.

However, when his troops were lined up and ready to fight, a horrific scene occurred...

Deep in the forest, a black tide surged out, like an endless nightmare, row after row, infantry, cavalry, chariots, siege equipment... It was like the gate of Hades was opened, and the dark army was pouring out continuously! At that moment, Elion finally realized that this was not a simple harassment, but a premeditated and planned large-scale war, and the army in his hands was simply unable to resist!
He had no choice but to decisively cancel the counterattack, withdraw his troops to the fortress, block the city gates, and order the warships to leave the port immediately, sail to Ulthuan, issue an alert, and request reinforcements.

However, this is just the beginning...

As time went by, Duruchi's army never stopped receiving reinforcements.

Every day, every hour, every moment.

There are always new figures emerging, they advance neatly along the established marching track, with steady steps and strict discipline, constantly expanding forward. Chariots crush dead leaves, iron hooves trample the soil, and black flags flutter in the wind, like a silent symphony of death.

They never stopped, their formation never became chaotic, and their tactics never showed any flaws...

They are like an unstoppable tsunami!

Elion knew that if Druch's army continued to reinforce, the fall of the fortress would only be a matter of time. Or... the fortress should have fallen long ago, but Druch had not launched an attack yet, as if waiting for the arrival of the navy?
Just then, a voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Should we... send all the ships out?"

His adjutant stood aside, his tone respectful but his eyes revealed a hint of anxiety.

Elion was silent for a moment, staring at the growing black army in the distance. After a moment, he slowly exhaled and made a decision.

"Send them out, send them all out!"

"All?" The adjutant's pupils shrank as he confirmed in disbelief.

"Yes!" Elion said in a heavy tone, "If my guess is correct, their navy is coming soon."

Upon hearing this, the adjutant stopped talking and saluted quickly, then turned around and walked quickly to the bottom of the tower. He knew that time was running out and they had to act quickly, otherwise...

The next moment after the adjutant disappeared, a soldier pointed to the nearby area with a hint of fear in his tone.

"Sir! They're moving!"

Elion looked over and quickly raised his telescope to look closer. (End of this chapter)