Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Elion Feiyi adjusted the focus of the telescope, and in the last second of adjustment, he saw two columns of walking Duruchi entering the tent area.

This area is not just a campsite. In addition to neatly arranged tents, there are rows of horse-drawn carriages, some of which are covered with heavy tarpaulins, obviously used to transport supplies. Even more eye-catching are those dining cars with strange shapes and decorated with metal frames. They are lined up on both sides of the road, as if they are some kind of mobile supply station.

He didn't look closely, he knew that this was a temporary supply point that distributed food to the marching soldiers, and it was more efficient and strict than he had imagined!
As Elion judged, this area was indeed a temporary supply point.

The soldiers entered the area with mechanical precision, the number of people in each line was the same, and the interval between each step was always constant. There was no crowding, no pushing, and no one talked. They just walked to the designated dining car in an orderly manner, each person received a piece of freshly baked white bread and a bottle of drink in a glass bottle, and then continued to move forward.

Some of the soldiers skillfully bit open the bottle cap with their teeth and poured the liquid in the bottle into their throats. The drink was dark in color and had a thick luster, which seemed to be not ordinary water or wine. Other soldiers preferred bread. They tore open the white bread with a crispy crust and soft inside, chewing it slowly and steadily.

No one ate and drank at the same time, because their other hand was holding their shield, ready to go into battle at any time!
This is an army that can eat even when walking, and an army that can immediately go into battle while eating...

This is by no means something that can be achieved by ordinary military discipline. It is more like a deep-rooted instinct, a military discipline and behavior that has been honed over and over again and is integrated into the bone marrow.

Fifteen minutes later, the short meal was over.

The soldiers still maintained their mechanical precision and sent the glass bottles in their hands to the designated recycling area. There were already rows of wooden boxes neatly placed there, and each soldier accurately inserted the bottle into the corresponding socket. The whole action was done in one go without any pause, as if this procedure had been practiced thousands of times by them.

The soldiers in charge of recycling were equally quick. Whenever a box was full, two people would immediately lift it up and put it onto the carriage, and new empty boxes would be immediately replaced. The whole process was amazingly efficient.

As for the bread…

I'm done showing off.

But what was truly chilling was the change that occurred when they walked out of the recycling point. Unknowingly, the army's formation returned to the original five-line formation, and they advanced silently towards the Jusai Fortress along the trampled dirt road beside the highway!

There were no orders, no commands, but their marching trajectory was still controlled by iron laws and was meticulous.

The most terrifying thing about this army is not just their discipline, but their almost mechanical and ruthless order.

Add to that the numbers...it's so terrifying!
If an ordinary army is like a group of driven wolves, then this Duruchi army is like a perfectly functioning war machine - every gear meshes precisely, cold, efficient, and impeccable!
They were silently crushing towards the Jusai Fortress...

In front of the predetermined track, the Duruchi soldiers were working intensively, with shovels, pickaxes, and hammers flying in their hands, smashing into the ground, stirring up dirt and gravel. Under the lead-gray sky, the black metal armor plates reflected a faint and cold light, like a solemn shadow spreading across the ground.

They worked silently, no one stopped, no one complained, and no one slacked off. Every movement was as precise as a precision mechanism, as smooth as if it had been practiced thousands of times, and every step seemed to be part of a tactical drill.

They were not ordinary laborers, nor were they temporary slave laborers. Instead, they were the most regular soldiers in the Duruchi army. They should have been fighting on the battlefield, but now they were pushing the rails towards the Jusai Fortress with ruthless efficiency.

The excavation team was at the forefront, smashing down with their pickaxes, tearing the hard soil and crushing the jagged rocks into powder. Sweat dripped down their foreheads, but no one paused, and every swing of the pickaxe was precise and powerful, as if their target was not the soil, but the chaotic waves that had fought against them on the battlefield.

The land leveling team followed closely behind, shovels flying, quickly shoveling away the loose soil, filling the pits, and making the foundation as solid as steel. The originally rugged land was quickly leveled under their feet, and a straight black snake shadow slowly extended forward.

The soldiers of the laying team carried heavy stones and wooden sleepers and placed them precisely in the designated positions. The dark wooden sleepers had been treated with antiseptic treatment and emitted a strange fragrance, while the carefully cut stones had sharp edges and corners and were seamlessly spliced ​​together.

The roar of machinery suddenly sounded, and the crane spewing black smoke slowly rose up, accurately clamping the hook on the bundles of rails, lifting them one by one, then slowly lowering them, and with the assistance of personnel, accurately placing them on the wooden sleepers.

Finally, the track nailing team stepped onto the newly laid rails. They held heavy hammers in their hands, stood in rows, raised the hammers high, and then smashed them down together!

The roar of metal colliding reverberated in the air, like a low war drum, shaking the earth. The sonorous rhythm, like an invisible spell, firmly nailed each rail to the land, making this road forward more stable and unshakable.

All this happened without any orders, without any urging, and without any unnecessary commands.

Silence is Drucci's iron-blooded military discipline.

They carried out the established procedures accurately without any additional instructions; they efficiently pushed forward the extension of the rails without any hesitation. This was not simply road construction, but a part of the war; it was not simply land reclamation, but an extension of the battle line.

What’s even scarier is that this is not an isolated case.

There were not just one engineering team advancing ahead of the railroad, but many. Long before they started construction, Drucci's survey team had already explored the terrain, determined the best route, and drawn a blueprint based on the most accurate calculations. Now, the soldiers only needed to follow the established plan, and a straight track would continue to extend forward, eventually pointing directly to the Jusai Fortress.

However, the end point of this railway is not Fortress Jusai, but...

Next to the ever-expanding railway track, a large convoy was moving steadily along the road.

The solid rubber wheels rolled over the solid road surface, making a low and rhythmic rolling sound, like the pulse of the earth. On the carriage, the dark tarpaulin covered the goods inside, and the metal equipment reflected a cold luster, quietly waiting for the moment to be unsheathed and reveal its fangs.

The black trim on the carriages, the uniform numbers, the precise queues, everything reveals the strictness of the Drucci military regulations. There is no chaos or delay here. Each car seems to be part of a huge machine, running slowly under precise planning without deviating from the established track.

On the periphery of the convoy, a cavalry column galloped past the edge of the road like a flowing shadow.

Elven war horses - tall, sturdy, with clear muscle contours, every time they stomped the ground, the earth trembled, as if thunder was rolling. They were not ordinary mounts, but the elf war horses trained by Duruchi. They were born strong and only the strong could control them. When they passed by, they neighed at the pack horses pulling the vehicles, and the pack horses couldn't help but whimper, as if they were facing the natural ruler, showing instinctive awe.

In fact, war horses are qualified to do this to pack horses, showing their superiority. This is not arrogance, but a hierarchical division of biological instinct.

Packhorse - A reference to the horses ridden by Bretonnian nobles.

However, this convoy, this cavalry column, and even the railway track advancing towards the Jusai fortress were still just a link in the entire chain of war.

In the shadow of the forest, the black beast roared out and slowly stopped at the designated location. Then, just as Elion had seen before, the iron door of the carriage was opened, and figures jumped out one after another like precision-operated gears, quickly forming a line, and then marching forward in an orderly manner.

The black behemoth did not stay for long. After unloading, it slowly backed up and drove along the return track towards Clarkalond.

It will not rest or stop. Its mission is to transport repeatedly until the last soldier, the last weapon, and the last box of supplies have all arrived at the battlefield. Elion's telescope quickly scanned the area, his eyes fixed on all the changes. However, at the moment he adjusted the focus, his eyes suddenly stopped and locked onto the Fortress of Dread.

With the Jusai Fortress as the center, a large number of Duruchi military camps are spreading out in all directions, but the pace of their actions is completely different from their pre-war preparations.

They were not preparing for war, but... preparing to build something?
The scene in the telescope made it difficult for Elion to judge for a moment. Those soldiers were not holding weapons, but tools! They were not gathering, but building!
Are they building? Are they reinforcing? Or are they preparing some new military facility?
These soldiers had just started moving, and their clear intentions could not be discerned, but Elion instinctively sensed that something unsettled was brewing.

He frowned and fine-tuned the telescope, preparing to observe further. However, at the moment he adjusted the focus, his eyes suddenly froze and his whole body froze!
He saw one of the troops marching out of the camp toward Anaheim. He had noticed this troop before, but had very little information about it, because it appeared at the edge of the forest at dusk on the fourth day.

But at this moment, when this army actually began to move, when he saw the full picture, an indescribable chill rose from his spine - not only because of its scale, but because its existence itself revealed a strange sense of incongruity.

It's different from the rest of the Duruchi army...

According to his observation, the battle flags of Duruchi were usually black with silver patterns and the emblem of the unit was inlaid on it. However, the flag of this unit was different. Its flag was black with gold patterns, which seemed to symbolize a higher status or even a more independent organization.

The strangest thing is that there is a strange dragon in the center of the flag!

It wasn't an ordinary dragon pattern, nor was it a common dragon emblem or a symbol. The dragon was wearing a helmet, ornaments, and... flaming red hair?

Elion could even feel that it was a female dragon, but he didn't dare to confirm it because it was too strange, so strange that it made him doubt his own cognition.

However, when his eyes swept across this army, he immediately understood that the dragon was extremely similar to certain creatures in this army!

Yes, they exist, but not with more specific names, because he simply cannot define them accurately.

The dragon people walked upright and were tall, with the shortest being over two and a half meters tall. They wore dark black armor with intricate runes carved on the edges, like the afterimage of some ancient magic.

They traveled with the Druchi soldiers, but were not mixed, but remained three separate centuries.

Although their bodies were much larger than those of ordinary elves, their ranks were not in chaos at all. Instead, they were perfectly compatible with Duruch's infantry organization and marched strictly according to Duruch's marching formation. However, due to their size, the original five-row formation was changed to three-row formation, and the distance between the front and the back was also widened, like some kind of special tactical organization that had been honed countless times.

They are neither mercenaries nor slaves, but rather a kind of existence that is fully integrated into the Duruchi military system.

Outside the dragonmen's ranks, there was a group of relatively short dragonmen. Unlike the dragonmen's hundred-man team, these dragonmen were incorporated into Druch's hundred-man team.

Elion soon realized that these short dragon men were officers!
Their armor was more exquisite, and their helmets were also exclusive to officers. On their chests, there was a closed leather box hanging. As for what was in the leather box, Elion was still unsure because these leather boxes had never been opened. In addition to the leather box, they also wore a leather document bag around their waists.

However, even more bizarre than the dragon people are the figures mixed in with the Duruch infantry ranks.

Looks like a snake man?
They crawled on their bellies, but were more flexible than the reptiles Elion had imagined, and even had four arms. These snakemen, wearing armor and ridiculous thermal wraps, followed the beings wearing strange masks.

What are those masked beings?
Judging from their size, Elion could confirm that they were elves, but he was not sure what position these beings played in the Duruchi army. However, he could feel that these beings were very difficult to deal with, and if he encountered them on the battlefield, the battle would become extremely difficult.

Elion took a deep breath, his fingers tightened unconsciously, and the hand holding the telescope trembled slightly from excessive force.

Anaheim…only 5,000 people.

Among them, the garrison troops that could fight, the archers and spearmen that were mobilized, added together... there were only 4,100 people, and the rest were either navy or children. Even if they gave everything, even if everyone fought to the death, how long could Anaheim last in the face of such an enemy?
Through the telescope, the strange army was still advancing, and the black flags were fluttering in the wind. The dragon man wearing a helmet and ornaments seemed to be silently watching him, watching Anaheim, and watching the upcoming massacre.

He took a deep breath and adjusted himself.

He is a proud Asur, a warrior of the kingdom of Terenloc.

No matter what the outcome, he will fight to the last moment, and he will not give up the fight until the last drop of blood is shed.

He continued to adjust the telescope and look closer. He saw that the Druch engineering corps near the coast moved quickly, as smoothly as if they had practiced it thousands of times.

They started building a bridge!

Not one, but five! And they appear to be permanent bridges.

What’s even more terrifying is that while the bridge was being built, Duruchi’s crossbows also began to move into firing positions!
Elion's heart suddenly tightened. He found that these positions were deployed in a very layered manner. The positions near the sea aimed their loaded crossbows at the opposite islands to guard against possible enemies. The positions at the back were aimed at the sky to guard against possible targets in the sky.

He took a breath, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something.

Anaheim stands among the archipelagos. Its outermost defense relies on the natural barriers between the archipelagos and complex patrol routes. To reach the land, one needs to cross the archipelagos, but there are no bridges between the archipelagos and no roads on the archipelagos. The patrols will cover up their tracks before setting off and returning to prevent Drucci's scouts from discovering the patrol's route.

These routes are kept secret and random, changing according to the tides, not just every day, but every year and season, and only a handful of officers know about them.

If the Duruchi wanted to attack by force, they would need to spend a lot of time looking for a suitable landing point. During this process they would be constantly harassed by Asur's ship firepower and long-range archers.

but now……

Drucci's attack method was completely unexpected!

Their bridges were quickly deployed, directly breaking the natural barrier of the archipelago and making a land attack possible. Their ballista positions were deployed with strict tactics to ensure that they would not be disturbed by long-range and air counterattacks.

The worst part is that once bridges are built one after another connecting the various islands, Drucci's army will be able to encircle Anaheim in a very short time.

Is Drucci ready to attack?
Just as he was about to make a decision, he saw a flying ship approaching Anaheim quickly, and for a moment he became uncertain again. He was already used to seeing these flying ships, as he had seen them decades ago. What he was uncertain about was whether the ship seemed to be carrying a messenger?
He adjusted the focus and prepared to observe carefully. The next second, his pupils suddenly widened. He saw an unbelievable scene. A being that only existed in history appeared in front of him. (End of this chapter)