Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

When Dacus arrived at the former Anaheim garrison, he was not greeted by deafening slogans, nor by soldiers brandishing their weapons. He did not roll in the mud like a pig, nor did he have to practice with Drucci to experience the so-called cruelty.

Instead, the Asur soldiers sat neatly on the ground. They were divided into dozens of groups according to the centuries, listening attentively to the lecturer's explanation. The sunlight shone through the gaps in the military flags, shining on their slightly serious faces, and covering this classroom-like training ground with a layer of quiet glory.

They are not learning how to kill, they are learning how to save lives.

How to stop bleeding, how to treat open wounds, how to treat fractures, how to provide basic first aid after the wounded are evacuated from the battlefield, and how to properly load the wounded to ensure they can safely reach the field hospital behind.

Standing in front of the podium where Daxus came to the hundred-man team was an assistant military doctor from the 32nd Army Medical Corps, Drucci.

He was wearing a black military uniform, with one hand on the table, his eyes were sharp, and his tone was firm but enthusiastic. His identity seemed a little out of place in the Asur military camp. The historical hatred created an invisible barrier between the soldiers of the two tribes. But at this moment, his voice penetrated the barrier. No one interrupted him, no one questioned him, and all the Asur soldiers were listening carefully, recording every detail.

After all, this is really valuable information.

"On the battlefield, every drop of blood represents time, and every second represents life or death."

His explanation was full of passion and his gestures were rich. His movements during demonstration were extremely delicate, even a bit gentle, without any roughness.

Dacus took one look and understood the secret.

Obviously, this assistant military doctor grew up in a new era.

In Naggaroth, there is a subtle sense of separation between the old era Duruchi and the new era Duruchi. If you ask someone unfamiliar with them to distinguish them, they all look like Duruchi, with no difference. But if you are an expert, you can tell the difference between them at a glance.

Just like the difference between Africa and North America...

Daxus said nothing, but nodded slightly, signaling to the assistant military doctor who came over, then he found a shady corner, sat down on a wooden bench, crossed his arms, and listened quietly.

Perhaps because of Dacus's arrival, the assistant military doctor's mood became even more excited. There was a gleam in his eyes, and he was very excited when he was explaining, and he even imitated the scenes on the battlefield.

"The tourniquet must be tied above the wound, at least four fingers away from the wound, otherwise it will only cause the wound to continue bleeding! Look here!"

He picked up the tourniquet on the table, and before the Asur soldier who was serving as a demonstration could react, he quickly untied the soldier's hand guard as if showing off his skills, and completed the simulated bandage on the soldier's arm neatly.

"Remember! If the wound is still bleeding, it means it's not tied tightly enough!"

Some of the Asur soldiers in the audience frowned, some nodded thoughtfully, and some had already picked up the strips of cloth beside them and tried according to the military doctor's instructions.

Daxus narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at these once elite soldiers. They were once the pride of Anaheim, and now they were being molded into more comprehensive warriors.

Fighting is no longer their only skill, battlefield survival and rescue are equally important.

In addition to battlefield first aid, these former Anaheim garrisons must also master more skills to adapt to the upcoming war. Based on their existing knowledge of weapons and equipment, tactics and formation application, psychology and morale management, new military theory courses are gradually launched, covering many aspects.

Learn physical training and endurance allocation, strengthen your own physical limits, and master endurance consumption strategies to avoid losing combat effectiveness due to physical overdraft during long battles or marches.

Learn Drucci's signal system and hierarchical chain of command to ensure that you can accurately understand orders and respond quickly in a complex battlefield environment to ensure the coordinated combat capabilities of the entire force.

They also learn military discipline and battlefield rules, including how to treat prisoners of war, how to observe wartime discipline, and how to punish deserters and disobedience of orders to ensure that the overall combat effectiveness of the army will not collapse due to internal problems.

More importantly, they began to receive training in resource management. Food and water on the battlefield were not inexhaustible, so how to ration them, how to store and transport them properly, and even how to carry spare parts for weapons became their new courses.

Of course, while the theory is being developed, practical training is also being carried out simultaneously. A real army cannot be built with just the knowledge in books, and the effectiveness of the theory must be constantly verified in simulations and actual exercises.

Therefore, the path that the new era Duruchi army has taken is now being repeated by these Asur. They not only need to learn military theory, but also hone their adaptability in training.

From basic queue training and tactical coordination to more complex coordinated operations of different arms, and then to more complex actual combat simulations, they are strictly required to do so in every link.

These rules had been set long ago, because during the reign of Druki, some Asurians would inevitably defect. Some chose to surrender, some chose to cooperate, and some even took the initiative to join this new order.

But even so, how to reorganize the Asur army and effectively integrate it into the Duruch army remains a key issue that cannot be avoided.

The simplest and most brutal method is to directly break up and split up, and gradually add Asur soldiers to various units of Duruchi. In theory, this approach may work, but in actual implementation, it is almost doomed to fail!
This is not a war of liberation. Asul is not a prisoner, and Duruchi is not...

An army is not made up of isolated individuals but of countless groups.

If these Asur were directly incorporated into the army of Druki, there would be only one result: they would be killed by Druki. There were too many ways and methods involved. They would be crushed, tortured, and have their faith destroyed before they could even stand on the battlefield. They would be excluded, humiliated, and exhausted in the new environment.

If you keep doing this, something bad will happen sooner or later.

Therefore, based on these realities, the best way to organize is...

The Asur army still maintains its own internal command system. Even if it is disbanded, they will be integrated into other Asur armies, and their officers will still be their own compatriots. This can maintain trust among the soldiers and prevent them from losing a sense of belonging due to isolation.

The core command of each Asur unit will be arranged to be jointly managed with the officers of Duruch, one of which is responsible for military discipline and tactical execution, and the other is responsible for political supervision and ideological guidance, that is, to arrange Kredan. This arrangement ensures that the Asur army will not easily mutiny because of the personal will of a certain officer, and at the same time, it can gradually instill Duruch's combat concepts.

In addition, there are various...

The ultimate goal of this entire reorganization plan is to ensure that Asur soldiers will not turn against their own side on the battlefield due to a collapse of faith or unfair treatment, thus recreating a ridiculous "return drama."

It is necessary to ensure that they will not mutiny, allow them to maintain their dignity, and at the same time cultivate real fighting power.

When necessary, they must be able to be deployed on the battlefield, must be able to play a role, and must be available soldiers.

This is undoubtedly a complex and delicate project, but the tone is set.

In Naggaroth’s daily propaganda, there is only one core concept conveyed: "Go home."

What Druch needs to do is to return to Ulthuan and take back everything he once had, rather than completely destroy Asur.

If the goal is only slaughter, if the future of Ulthuan and the elves is of no concern...

There is no need to go through so much trouble. Just continue to embrace Kane. When the time comes, pull out Kane's sword and let blood flow like a river!

As for the co-editing, we will talk about it after we come to Ulthuan. In Daxus's plan, after Druki comes to Ulthuan...

Now, these former Anaheim garrisons have completed the first stage of psychological transformation and officially entered the second stage of transition. They are being shaped into new elf warriors, an army different from the past.

Just as the assistant military doctor was explaining enthusiastically, almost using both his hands and feet to demonstrate how to tie a tourniquet, a sound of orderly footsteps came from a distance.

somebody is coming.

Daxus turned his head and saw Elion coming over with a group of officers.

Although the officers marched in step and had sharp eyes, there was an imperceptible silence and depression. Obviously, they still had doubts about the future direction and were still uneasy about the situation they were in. They were the backbone of this army, but they were also the ones who needed to be comforted and guided the most.

They are the key!
This is why he is here. Gilead’s importance is still...

Dacus stood up and looked at the officers calmly. He then raised his hand and gestured for the officers to stop, and then walked straight forward.

He ignored the officers' fingers gripping the hilts of their swords, and didn't even care about the complex vigilance and hesitation in their eyes.

He walked directly into their group, and Ryan and Genevieve followed him silently, their steps firm and natural, guarding his side like shadows.

The officers looked at Elion and nodded slightly, then they finally gritted their teeth, put away the complicated emotions in their hearts, and followed. They had to figure out their position after understanding the Duruchi system, and they had to figure out how the future of this war would shape their destiny.

Dacus led the officers and slowly came to a relatively open area. There was a slight sound of wind all around, the shadows of the flags were stretched out very long, and the rust and humidity in the air filled the land that was about to be hit by a storm.

He stopped and slowly scanned the officers with his eyes. Then he reached out his hand and gently patted his armor. The sound was particularly clear in the dull air.

"How about this armor?"

His tone was calm, without any emotion.

However, when the officers heard this, they were at a loss as to how to respond.

Their eyes flickered slightly, some looked down at Dacus's armor, and some pursed their lips thoughtfully. As if they were preserving their last bit of dignity, they refused to flatter or praise him, nor did they want to show any flattery.

Finally, they all looked at Elion at the same time.

"Very exquisite." Elion pondered for a moment, and finally broke the silence. His voice was slow, but it carried a vague complex emotion. After the voice fell, he whispered again, "Matheran?"

"Yes."

Daxus nodded calmly without further explanation, but this brief answer was enough.

Hearing this answer, Elion's expression twisted slightly for a moment, and bitterness appeared in his eyes.

"I was..."

He wanted to say something, but before he could finish his words, Daxus raised his hand and interrupted him, his tone firm and decisive.

"This has nothing to do with you!"

Elion was slightly shocked and his lips moved, but he didn't continue speaking.

Dacus certainly knew what he was trying to say.

Elion always believed that the following disaster was caused by his own hands. He should not have asked for help from Ulthuan when Dranak's Third Army emerged from the forest, and he should not have chosen to open the city gates, give up resistance, and join forces with Druki after asking for help.

This is a moral torture, a distress from within.

He carries a heavy psychological burden, believing that his decision was the key to the collapse of the Anaheim battle and may even be the catalyst for future wars.

However, Dacus did not think so. His eyes were calm and his tone was stern, with an unquestionable certainty.

"The ensuing naval battle is inevitable and predetermined... unless... you gave up Anaheim long ago!"

His voice echoed in this empty space, without a trace of complacency, pride, or ostentation, only absolute rationality and reality.

"But do you think this is possible?" He looked at Elion and the Asur officers, his eyes as sharp as a knife, and asked word by word.

The officers looked at each other, the expressions on their faces gradually became heavy, and finally, they all shook their heads.

Give up Anaheim?

This is impossible! There is no reason!

This city is their home, their foundation, and the land they once swore to defend with their lives. No matter how much they question their position, they cannot deny it - they will never give up here at the beginning.

Daxus nodded slightly, the corners of his mouth curved ever so slightly, and a deep light appeared in his eyes.

"So, as I said, the naval battle is inevitable. You do not need to be bound by moral shackles. Whether you ask for help from Ulthuan or not, Asur's fleet will appear in Anaheim."

Having said this, he stretched out his hand, his tone steady and natural.

"Let me introduce myself, Daxus Hellbane."

There was no surprise, no gasps, not even any excessive emotional fluctuations.

The officers had already heard the name.

When facing Gilead, they heard him muttering "Dacius this and that" all day long, and he looked like a devout fanatic.

What's more, this is not the first day. Except for a few senior officers who attended the banquet last night, everyone else already knew about Daquus's existence and arrival on their way here.

So, they just accepted the fact in silence.

Dacus took a step forward, walked towards an officer with a somewhat stiff expression, and reached out to shake his hand. His strength was steady and powerful, without excessive pressure, nor did he deliberately show any sense of superiority, but just this steady handshake was enough to make the other party feel his will.

"Where are you from?" he asked.

"Tal Orion." The officer hesitated for a moment, then answered in a low voice.

"Are you the eldest son?" Daxus nodded slightly and continued to ask.

The officer shook his head.

Daxus nodded and said nothing more, but continued walking towards the next officer.

The conversation that followed became procedural, with each of his handshakes being accompanied by a series of short and precise questions.

"Where are you from?"

"What's your ranking in the family?"

Gradually, officers stopped waiting for him to ask and took the initiative to introduce themselves during handshakes, and even began to look at each other to observe each other's reactions.

Their reserve loosened unconsciously. Although they were still wary and doubtful, their demeanor began to become natural during such exchanges. They gradually began to accept and truly realize that they were standing on a new position.

They were once officers of Asur, had fought bravely on the battlefield, and had considered Druchi their mortal enemy.

But now, they stood here, shaking hands with Dacus, reporting their hometown and identity to him, and accepting the new order.

The course of war is irreversible, and they...will eventually have to find their own direction in this storm.

The facts were just as Dacus had thought.

This is also the reason why Drucci did not launch a siege and massacre against Anaheim at the beginning, and did not create the so-called "real good start".

These Asur officers are more valuable alive than dead.

Their future may be to become beings like Gilead, Bel-Ahor, and Eltharion, and they will eventually return to their families and tell their elders and peers about their experiences, trying to change their views and even influence future decisions.

Moreover, nothing is more convincing than seeing them standing in front of their families with a fresh spirit and a strong will. After all, in the eyes of their families, they may have died on the battlefield or become prisoners of Druki and suffered inhuman torture.

A surprising contrast...

Moreover, not only family members, but also Asur's officers are usually nobles, who are related to other nobles, so you can't be sure to meet acquaintances on the battlefield.

"So, you don't have to bear the shackles of morality." After shaking hands with all the officers one by one, Dacus spread his hands, his tone steady but unquestionable. Then, he raised his hand to the sky, pointing to the scorching sun still hanging in the sky - Thor, "Tomorrow's sun will still rise, nothing will change."

"We..." An officer hesitated and wanted to speak, but when the words came to his lips he didn't know how to continue. He stammered, with confusion in his eyes.

"I wonder if you have noticed? The elves are in decline. There are many reasons for the decline... and what we can do is to prevent the elves from being completely destroyed as much as possible." Daxus glanced at the officer, his tone still indifferent, but there was an irrefutable power in his words.

His eyes slowly swept across the faces of these officers, deep and calm.

"That's why, after the army was in place, they didn't immediately launch an attack on Anaheim. As far as I know, your families are still living in the city, and the city's daily supplies are still normal. There have been no atrocities, no massacres, only order!"

Hearing this, the officers nodded one after another.

Daxus shrugged slightly and continued.

"The past... I can't talk about it, so let it go. This is an escape and an irresponsible behavior! On the contrary, we should face the past, learn from it, summarize it, and avoid the same thing from happening again, but this does not mean that we should always indulge in the grief of the past. We live in the present and move towards the future, not in the past, and it is even more impossible to travel through the long river of time to rewrite the established history. This kind of thing only appears in stories or stage plays, right?"

The officers were silent for a moment, then nodded with a wry smile. Their expressions were complicated, showing both agreement and a heaviness that was difficult to let go.

Daxus didn't stop, he changed the subject, his tone becoming slightly lighter.

"Let's talk about something practical. You've been studying a lot recently, right? Equipment performance, military topography, command and coordination, troop deployment, firepower configuration, tactical application, topography, scale, contour lines, terrain data, geospatial data, military target data... You've been studying all of this, right?"

The officers nodded again. They were very familiar with the contents. They had indeed been studying this knowledge systematically over the past period of time.

The education they received in the past mainly focused on traditional areas such as noble cultivation, martial arts, and battle command. Although there were military courses, they were far less detailed and comprehensive than today. In their cognition, war is built by glory, spirit, and inheritance. They once believed that the outcome of a war depended on the bravery of generals, proper command, the courage of soldiers, and the shouts during the charge.

However, when they actually came into contact with Drucci's army, they discovered that the philosophy of this army was completely different from what they had previously understood.

In their imagination, the Duruchi army should be composed of a group of cold-blooded, bloodthirsty, unscrupulous executioners, with brutality and slaughter as the core of their tactics. They thought that the Duruchi would only rely on terror and oppression to make the soldiers obey and the enemies on the battlefield surrender.

However, when they actually entered Duruchi's military system, they found that the order of this army was far beyond their imagination.

There are no noble generals who can dominate the soldiers simply by bloodline and family reputation, nor is victory or defeat determined by brute force or blind charges.

In the Duruchi army, discipline is paramount and knowledge is king.

Here, any captain must be proficient in topography, learn to quickly find the best marching route on the map, and calculate the best time to transport supplies. Any artilleryman must understand wind direction, air humidity, and ballistics, instead of firing based on feelings as before. Even ordinary infantrymen are required to learn how to interpret tactical gestures and how to quickly adjust their formations to adapt to changes in the battle situation, rather than relying solely on the generals' calls to decide on actions.

What shocked them even more was that there was a spirit of active learning and continuous improvement within the Druchi army.

At night, the soldiers would gather together and conduct tactical simulations under the leadership of officers and Kredan. They used sand tables and models to analyze the strength of the enemy and our own forces, calculate the coverage of firepower, and speculate on various possible tactical changes.

In the military camp, there are books and materials specifically used for teaching, which explain in detail the advantages and disadvantages of each weapon, the application of each tactic, and the analysis of the gains and losses of each classic battle. What's more exaggerated is that the soldiers will discuss these contents with each other, even arguing about the details of tactics, and summarizing their experience.

They once thought that Druch's army was an army that relied on terror to rule, but now they discovered that it was an army that truly respected knowledge and tactics, an army where all soldiers had the ability to think independently.

In addition, they also observed that Duruchi's military discipline was much stricter than they had imagined.

They originally thought that this was an army that only knew how to massacre and plunder, but when they actually joined in, they found that everything was in order. Every soldier's action had clear instructions, and every action had clear rules.

During the march, the supply plan and marching discipline were strictly followed. If anyone violated the military regulations, the Black Knights would punish them without hesitation, even if they were the children of the rich and powerful.

All this made them realize that Duruchi's army was completely different from what they had previously known.

They once thought that Duruchi was synonymous with destruction, but now, they see an army that is strong, rational, well-ordered, and constantly learning and improving.

They finally realized that they were not forced to learn this knowledge, but were guided towards a brand new future.

Dacus' words made them think - perhaps, following this army, they could really usher in a different future...

Seeing this, Dacus curled up a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, then changed his tone and asked.

"I don't know what Gilead said to you, but what I want to ask is... do cannon fodder need to learn these things? Is it necessary?"

The officers were stunned for a moment, then they all laughed, shaking their heads as they laughed. Yes, do cannon fodder need to learn these complicated military theories? Do they need to study topography, tactical application, scales and contour lines? Of course not, cannon fodder only need to obey orders, charge, and then die. But they are learning, and they are learning so seriously, isn't this some kind of proof?
The laughter died down and Daxus looked around at them, his voice low and firm.

"I have had the honor of seeing a map of the Golden Age. At that time, the Terenlock Kingdom was vast, powerful, and rich. It was once a symbol of Asur's pride, not as fragmented as it is now. As a result, you, the descendants without the right of inheritance, are forced to come here, far away from your homeland, to seek opportunities and take root."

The officers lowered their heads, their expressions complicated and their hearts filled with mixed feelings. Indeed, the decline of Terenlock was a reality they could not ignore, and their existence was the direct result of this reality.

"But I can promise you!" Daxus paused, then emphasized, "There will be no more oppression! Duruchi will not ride on your heads and bully you, and you don't need to live like slaves! Ulthuan will usher in a new order! Strong! Rich! Populous! Let the elves regain vitality! And more importantly!" He looked directly into the officers' eyes, "For you, I will promise, I will promise! The submerged Kingdom of Terenlock will rise again and become vast again!"

"The alkaline land will regain its vitality, the wheat will ripen again, the fruit trees will bloom again, and the glory of Terenlock will not sink into the sea forever. It will return and will be more! More! ! ! More! ! ! ! Magnificent than ever before!"

Before he finished speaking, the officers all raised their heads, their eyes burning with desire, some even had red eyes, tears flickering slightly in the sun. They did not think that Daquus's promise was an empty oath, they knew that this was not a fantasy that could never be realized - because Duruchi really did it!
Every day, the land around Anaheim is changing. The land that was once submerged by the sea is slowly rising, iron towers are rising from the ground, farmland is being reclaimed, permanent material distribution centers are rising from the ground, railways, ports, and buildings are rising from the ground, everything is under construction, everything is recovering.

When Duruchi arrived, he did not destroy but brought new life.

A brand new Anaheim appeared before them.

Their breathing became rapid and their heartbeats vibrated in their chests. They had never been as eager for the future as they were at this moment. They longed for the revival of Terenlock and longed to witness the arrival of this day.

"So..." Daxus slowly stretched out his hand, palm down, back of hand up, palm slightly open, as if inviting, as if waiting, "Let's do it together!"

Elion took a deep breath. He knew what Dacus was doing. Without hesitation, he placed his hand on the back of Dacus' hand and shouted loudly.

"for the future!"

"For Tyronlock!"

The officers came forward and placed their hands on the backs of their hands, layer by layer, as if to closely connect each other's beliefs and firmly grasp the unextinguished hope of Terenlock in their hands.

"This is why I like being around him, he's so charming..." Genevieve watched this scene on the side, tilted her head, a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and whispered to Ryan.

"I should paint this scene. Although the technology has been upgraded, paintings..." Ryan's eyes flickered slightly, and he nodded and sighed. He paused and sighed, "Only paintings can truly carry this emotion!"

The sun shines, hands overlap, beliefs converge, and the future... has already emerged before their eyes. (End of this chapter)