Fanfic The Lost Scrolls of the Dúnedain-Shadow over Gondor 1944:Death of the 👑king

[Hisoka Morrow]

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Prologue-Silence before the storm





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The Pelagir accident and the Rhovanion massacre have told King Ondorhor that both the Wainriders and Haradim have declared wars on Gondor, meaning Gondor diplomatic methods will have almost no use to handle these savages anymore. What interrupts him more is that all the good news are from Earnil, his rival since they're still students instead of him. No matter it's childhood sport race, university and Nasrsil's military academy grades, political career life, it's always only Earnil who stood in his way between silver and golden medal. Now the similar show is taking place again.
First of all, Earnil's men annihilated Khamul's 200000 Black Numenorain with only 11000 personnel and 130000 of them were even killed by only 4000 IOUJs under Ciryatur's command, both strictly speaking rookies in fighting grand campaigns. Now as the prologues of war on both frontal line begins, Earnil's victory at Pelagir's accident-slaying the Harad's Grand Khan, is truly a much more embarrassing comparison to his result of the Rhovanion massacre.

Of course Ondohor knows that the best way to regain the reputation is do nothing but completing his duties with anything he get. After all, Ondohor is till silver medal and the Rhovanion massacre truly inflicts casualties heavy enough to check the Wainriders' advance for refresh and supplies, providing the time long enough for him to launch a full frontal counter-offense.

The meeting for the coming operation walks clear and simple. "Gentlemen, my goal is to annihilate their vanguard-Black Gate frontal host before the 2 others join them. If the Black-Gate frontal host hide your ass behind the Black-Gate, general Halasían and his 10th Mt. division will sneak into their arses and kick them out, so that our all combat group can screw them from all directions. This must be done before Rhvonian territorial corps arrive, after all we're unsure their true color. Then even if the Rhvonian territorial corps bite us in our ass, we still can use the terrain to set well defenses and kick their arses. Yet if they 're truly with ours, we can swallow the 2 other frontal Wainriders hosts in one strike, that means we'll make the most splendid record in military history-kicking at least 1000000 Wainriders' asses in one grand campaign. Is that clear enough?", Aldarion Chief of the whole Northern Army staff repeated his well-organized operation, at least on the surface.

Cause to Ondohor, there's one more potential enemy more dangerous, these commanders or the faction behind them-Ecclessia. Ecclessia, the internationally military and economic extremist group origin from the Downfall of the Numenor Empire, set up to destroy all injustice and corruption, founded by a group of zealous but eagle-party Faithfuls, had been always a double-edge sharpened blade since their foundation. Everywhere they appear will only left nothing but the corpses and cut off limbs of all kinds of creatures join the Morgoth's side, no matter they're Black Numenorain, puppets and dogs set by Sauron among the ME natives to suppress their own kinds, corrupted rulers live on luxury by squeezing the people, and so on.
They won the support from many ME natives even they're Easterlings or Harad by lynching countless Black Numenorian so that the Gondor could stand stable in ME, which also making Gondor at the edge of civil war as well. They secure all the classified military stuff so that the Exiles can maintain enough power to overthrow Sauron even after the Downfall, yet their Easterlings or Harad friends also used these far advanced technology into their own civil wars, making much more lives perish.

Most of all, the Ecclessia even expand the council's authority and civilianization and rumors has that they want to turn Gondor into a democratic republic, and as an result, the well-known democratized Earnil and his political faction will be the Ecclesia's certain friend like the Dol-Amorth state, or even their own men like Ciryatur and his IOUJs, this pushes Ondohor and them into the bottom. Of course these arguments won't be discussed at least on the surface for now. The Rhvonian territorial corps has at least a half personnel are Easterling mercenaries, whose participation into the power cores of Gondor or not will just decide Ondohor or Ecclessia can achieve their political goal much more easier.

"OK, so no any question?Sire?", Aldarion keeps his best to let the routine done, at least trying to pursue King Ondohor it's not the time for political conflicts for now.

"Operation approved!In addition, no more sire but only sir in the army since then, got it?",seeing his recent table through, Ondohor decides to handle his next step on the board and left those future ones to think later.

"Understood!Sir!Now if no more question then dismiss." Aldarion tries his best to get into factual business as fast as possible.

"Lt. general Minohtar, can you come to my office in person later when you're off your duty?", something about his most-beloved nephew just flashes King Ondohor's brain by chances.

"Yes sir.", Minohtar replies without hesitation, after all even if doing personal stuff is legal when duty is off.

 

[Hisoka Morrow]

CH 1 Interaction


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"Now tell me, my little nephew, are you certain Ecclesia guys like Ciryatur are still your friend?Relax yourself, this is off-duty time.", King Ondohor asks casually.

"Yes, uncle. I truly disagree reversing our state form, and even more of those friends' political idea, but that doesn't matter our goal-make Gondor great again! I don't mind if some day our monarchy is abolished due to the amendment. Cause no matter what of our status changes, we're Gondor citizens, we submit to Gondor's laws instead of anyone, that's why Gondor lives, unlike those Black Numenorain illegal regimes. Isn't that you have been telling me?", Minohtar reflects the image of Ondohor's teen age-the open minded, idealistic, noble teen who even doesn't mind any personal gain at all even if always getting silver medal due to Earnil, his greatest rival yet best friend at the same time.

Yes, Earnil at least "once" was his best friend in spite of the rivalry between them. And even if describing Earnil as an rival, it's still most "respected" instead of "jealous", like now maybe.

"Very well...well it's time for you to back to your post. Sorry for the interruption." Ondohor perhaps thinks power has blinded him from his noble pass.

"Anytime, uncle. See you.", Minohtar goes back to his duty without hesitation, just like Ondohor, once.

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"Are you in charge of here?", general Erestor Arcamen, commander of the Military Assistance Advisory Group is requiring to pass via the 10th Mt. division base, to witness his work of his ex-students when he was the Nasrsil's military academy's president.

"Not only this pass, but the whole base is under my command.", general Halasían, commander of the 10th Mt. division, one of Erestor ex-student replies formally.

"That's my good boy. This is my identity.", Seeing his ex-student so well-disciplined, Erestor can expect the coming drill won't fail him.

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No gossip, no murmurs, and even no any little sound, everywhere recalling in the gym is orders and answers to them. No strange posture, no acts caused by distraction, and even no a little scratch, all moves pass through his eyes is nothing but enforcement of all kinds of orders without mistake and delay, Erestor can't be satisfied anymore.

"At ease!Gentlemen, you've all done well. Several days later, let's show how we'll really kick asses!Are we clear?", Halasían asks his minions.

"Very clear, sir!", the whole 10th Mt. division replies tidily.

"Good!Dismiss!", it's time to use the precious time to get along with his old mentor, rival, and maybe best friend, Halasían turns to Erestor.

"Well done. I think now even in Rivendell, you'll be ranked as Knight-class units. I expect your performance more on the coming battles.", Erestor applause sincerely.

"I never smoke up peoples' arses, let's make our conclusion after seeing how we work. ", Halasían never smug, just like his student time in the Narsil military academy, never looking down to any of his soldiers.

That's why he chooses to be a division commander even he's promoted to general instead of staying in the office. He hates anything involves bureaucracy so much that Erestor even considers him as his own reflection. After all, it's the dislike to bureaucracy that drives him into the Military Assistance Advisory Group instead of staying in the Rivendell office.

"Sir!Your classified package.", Erestor has a bad feeling by such accident.

"Got it!I'll take it later!", Erestor can even guess it without doubt-Elrond's request not to help mankind too much. Yes, though Isuildur's failure is a fact proving that men are easy to corrupt, Gondor's sacrifice to keep all the Millde-Earth from every threat is a fact proving men are firm as well.

"Master, is there...?", Halasían thinks maybe there're some stuff he had better not involve.
"Forget it, let's get back to business.", Erestor turns a deaf ear to the boring bureau routine from Elrond.

 

[Hisoka Morrow]

CH 2 The initial victory

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The Black-Gate Frontal Host of Wainriders begin to appear gradually from the horizon of the Dagorlad field, whose direction same to the sunlight, following their commander-Ulgfang the rebelling ex-Wainriders governor and the responsible mastermind of the Rhvovenein massacre. It seems Gondor's army has taken the lower hands in the first place due to their inferior position facing the sunlight block their sight directly, of course, seemingly at least.

"Let me meet this jerk, and boys, you know what to do.", king Ondohor acts as it's already planed, as seeing the sunlight direction is about to change.

All units have been deployed into their position. All armored and grenadiers divisions have been deployed into the frontal assault position. The 1st cavalry led by Minohtar and the 10th Mt. division under Halasían's command have gone into maneuver. However, all the 6 Ecclesia and it's closet Dol-Amorth divisions, the elite of the elite, were deployed by Ondohor at the very rear, in order to be as the most precious reserves, at least in theory. Of course it doesn't matter to the Ecclesia, if acting so can kick asses too.

"Master, I'm still a bit afraid. I wonder my calculating exception will work or not. My operation project is truly a big gamble.", Aldarion Chief of the Staff shows his real emotion privately to his closet master and friend-Erestor, in spite of his military merits so splendid enough that makes him promoted to his recent rank.

"Well, that's good. Cause only pro-generals will worry, just as I always told you during your student time. I'm sure it'll work wonders. Come on, you even killed those captured Balrogs in our military drill, these're just a piece of cake.", as an pro passing via too many bloody hell, Erestor does his best his competent but still a little not confident student.

Just as Ondorhor starts parlaying with Ulfang, a extremely powerful sandstorm opposite to the sunlight direction claims Aldarion's absolutely right.

"Sir, the Palantir is reacting from both 10th Mt. and 1st Cav. division.", everything just comes at the correct time.

"This is Lt. general Minohtar reporting for duty, Cair-andros is under control.", Minohtar can't help but report his first practical military merit in his first grand battle.

"This is general Halasían reporting for duty, Cirith-ungol is under control now.", Halasían wastes no time to finish the stuff he has to report.

And now, here comes the final step for the big feast as King Ondohor comes back casually comparing to the dreading Ulfang.

"My boys. Now!", King Ondohor roar release the final block of everyone's lust.

The sunlight's direction favors the Wainriders can provide no more advantage, yet the coming sandstorm make them hunted as they planned to do on their enemies before.

All kinds of firepower start pouring on their targets without mistake with the help of those shooting position correction transferred from the Palantirs by the 1st Cavs and the 10th Mt. All the armored and grenadiers divisions strike like beasts starved for many days preparing to feast, crushing into the enemies' ranks like starved lions crush into the herds.
The modern Gondorain armed forces is set up according to Aldarion's project about the national military reformance, and now it's getting the price it worth.
All kinds of weapons in the Gondorian army's hands start doing their best to reap lives for their owners. The result goes without doubt, what's only too bad is that Ulfang flees from the hall of Mandos due to the sandstorm ironically.

Only according to the beheaded number, the Gondorian army got 80000 Wainriders KIA, and this doesn't include all the corpses they got when cleaning up the battlefield. Aldarion's , Ondohor's, as well as everyone's efforts finally don't fail them.

 

[Hisoka Morrow]

CH3 Siege on Black-Gate

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"Tomorrow, general Halasían shall strike into the hearts of Ulfang's Black-Gate Frontal Host's ranks by maneuvering from their rear, luring them out into the open field, and then all the others will finish them off. This is called operation Woodpecker.All Ecclesia divisions will still be reserves in case if all vanguard units are exhausted, and if the Rhovanion territorial corps arrive then someone can greet these guests. If no any question then dismiss.", Aldarion repeats his combat plan and then hand it to Ondoher's approval as well as all kinds of formal routine needed in the Northern Army Command without haste.

The recent victory seems bluff Ondorher's brain too much. In theory, King Ondoher's insistence of the Rhovanion TC's participation is for securing their battle's result, yet only the units in their hands now are absolutely enough to let their mission done even as easy as a piece of cake. Maybe one thing is certain-the Ecclesia are the next to handle after getting rid of the Wainriders.

"I'm afraid this will lead to a coup or not, and even let Ondorher become the first...", Aldarion can't help but express his anxiety.

"Forget it!We've done our best. Anyway, our recent goal is secured. Rhovanion TC number will truly be a big problem if their true color is against us. However, this is all we can do now. All foreign legions has been dramatically increased thanks to the big smart king Ondoher. Yet if I were him, I'll have done so, after all, wars are extension from politics, even if we hate this doctrine. You Ecclesia think the Numenor Downfall is due to the aristocratism great work, king's power and ambition's expansion, however Ondoher thinks it's the people's will and foolishness that lead to the Downfall thanks to democracy. Maybe you both are wrong but right as well. Let's talk no more about this question without correct answer. So let's go to bed and store our energy for tomorrow's stuff. Securing our rear is a correct choice according to your profession. That's all you have to know.", Erestor's experience accumulated for thousands of years told him what to do.
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At dawn, just reflecting the coming battles, Ondoher's mind is being absolutely volatile now.

"No, I'm not suspecting the Ecclesia. All I'm doing is for the future of Gondor. Those Ecclesia's blueprint of founding the country into a republic is only castles in the air and will only bring chaos like our ancestors.", Ondorher keeps persuading himself that his deployment is not for personal gain at all but the whole table of Gondor instead.

"Sir!Your orders?", maybe aiming at the recent job is the best choice.

"Commence the attack!", Ondoher's order claims a coming blood-bathe.

Exchange of all kinds of firepower make the sunrise come in advance much earlier. All 4 grenadiers divisions strike like drugged beasts under the cover of the all 4 armored divisions, forcing them doing nothing with Halasían's 10th Mt. division's infiltration. Just as Halasían's 10th Mt. division act as agile as apes after infiltrating into their targeted Wainriders units rear dispersing them unfit fighting in mountains into the open field, the battle group composed of grenadiers and armored units start their killing race.
However, the Wainriders prove they're a worthy rival. Making their interior lines into good use, Halasían's 10th Mt. division and his partners had been dragged into a muddy swamp full of meat grinders. High grounds by high grounds, streets by streets, the Wainriders' corpses keep raining down from every part of the Black-Gate defenses, while the ground Gondorains step before is composed of their comrades's dead bodies instead of earth.

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"Sir!1032 high ground has fallen!The 7th ranger battalion in charge of there had been all annihilated.", continuous grim news only stir up Halasían's lust for blood.

"Very well. Rangers, lead the way!It's our show time. Fix bayonets!", drawing out his pistols and all personal arms, Halasían leads all his personal guards in order not to let their comrades take all the glory and fun.

"VALAR CHRIST! Morgoth's genitals!", a wave of multiple rocket launchers claim a new show is about to start.
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"3 o'clock direction!Infiltration fire!", Lt. general Miguel, commander of the 1st grenadiers division is being dragged, and addicted into the meat grinder in front of them.

"Target hit!Target destroyed secure!No survival from target secured!", such countless kill records keep taking places endlessly, boring this young but potential commander.

Being the vanguard of the whole battle group composed of 4 grenadiers divisions, Miguel is now having a big and messy smash. This is the third day after he and his whole division command had joined the frontal combat, since the siege of the Black-Gate took place one more day earlier.
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"6 o'clock direction!Infiltration fire!", like all his comrades, Minohtar is bathing himself and his 1st Cavs division with blood from both his enemies and his men.

"Target hit!Target destroyed secure!No survival from target secured!Cease fire!", 25568 personnel killed, 636 vehicles and 96 artillery destroyed or captured, this is Minohtar and his 1st Cavs division's record since the siege begun 3 days ago.

Though it seems unreachable for their utter victory, yet the objective data reveals Minohtar it's a seemingly hard feign or not. Though the cost is not feign as well. 5786 of his 15320 men had been killed, and this doesn't include the 2376 severely wounded. 146 arty and 1506 vehicles of his 220 arty and 2251 vehicles have been destroyed, and this excludes the 7 arty and 32 vehicles under repair.

"Sir!Unidentified units who claim themselves Rhovanion TC are approaching us in 6 o'clock direction from Ered Lithui!They're now 10 km from us", something strange just stimulate Minohtar's gifted intuition on military.

"Order them to halt and identify themselves.", Minohtar senses a really bad feeling.
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Adrahil, commander of the Dol-Amorth division is calculating anything might reverse the seemingly optimistic table, and it should be even much more optimistic to him due to his son, Ciryatur records of killing 130000 Black Numenorain with only 4000 IOUJs. Being appointed to guard the the whole army's rear has truly killed his boys and his Ecclesia friends since the battle commenced. However, like all competent generals, he always sees more multiple steps on the table than others. He seldom talks...unless in "special" cases...like now.

"VALAR DAMN IT!GIVE ME THE PALANTIR!THERE'RE TRAITORS AMONG THE Rhovanion TC!", His surprised reaction let everyone have a really bad feeling.

"Sir, the Rhovanion TC have arrived at Cair-Andros and they're requesting to meet us for mission transferred!", Adrahil hopes his translation about the package intercepted and then sent from Earnil can stop what worries he.

"Gentlemen, prepare to defend yourself!", maybe this will save Adrahil and his boys from the boring stuff they've been appointed to do since the first round of the battle.

 

[Hisoka Morrow]

CH4 Treason



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"2 o'clock! Reload!Aim!Fire!", Having no choice but taking part in frontal combat personally, Maj. general, the 1st armored division commander Alice Alice senses this might be her last battle.

"Target hit!Target destroyed secured!", seeing the targeted Wainriders's vehicle blasted into pieces and it's crew bumped out flying into every direction dead, Maj. general Alice Alice decides to enjoy her first and maybe last honor.

Such preciously rarely high countless kill records might make it's appearance only in such dangerous table-2 Wainriders frontal host outflanked them while they're just exhausted due to the siege on Black-Gate.
Since the grand-campaign against these 2 new coming frontal host commenced, Alice Alice's own personal crew team kill record has reached 54 vehicles, 36 all kinds of arty, along with 768 personnel killed. It goes without saying about her 1st armored division's merits record, composed of 27123 personnel killed, 812 vehicles and 426 arty destroyed. And this doesn't include the result they got on the massacre they made in their first grand campaign at Dagorlad and their records against the Black-Gate frontal host.
Of course such prices isn't won free at all, 5632 of her 15326 personnel are already killed, excluding the other 2362 under cure now. 1084 of her 2166 vehicles had been destroyed, excluding the other 26 under repair right now.

"A new wave of targets are approaching. Shall we meet out new guests?", a new show seems going to take place.

"No...wait...", seeing massive enemies combat personnel turning blind eyes to their comrades massive casualties, Alice Alice has a really bad feeling.

"Morgoth's genitals! Get down!", a wave of multiple rocket launchers just proves Alice Alice 's bad feeling.
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Regardless of no matter how heavy their casualties are inflicted, the Easterlings keep coming in endless waves. Their tactics is simple but not easy at all, nothing but keeping charging the Gondorains rank with massive personnel and arty fire, including the massive so-called Morgoth's genitals'firepower shoot with the ammunition amount at least 10 cardinals, at least 3 times more than the Gondorains for at least. In other words, when each combat unit is messed up with their target, there can be only 1 choice-killed in melee or the devastating firepower.

"KEBABS!". "NIGGERS!". "PALEFACES!". "YELLOW MONKEYS!". "GO FUCK WITH YOUR IMPOTENT MORGOTH!". the dynamic cursing and war-cries prove maybe Ondorher's ranks still stand firm, at least for now.

However, soldiers' mental quality doesn't make sense against the ultimately cruel fact-human factual strength is limited. Every time when a combat unit gets buried with by the fire sea caused by their foes supremely stronger arty fire with the targets engaged, Ondorher's heart bleeds more. Each Easterlings annihilated unit will get 2 or even more than 3 units with same size to refresh, while to the Gondorians, they got only maybe their souls to scare off the foes crossing over their corpses for a while.

"Have my whole command department staff gathered!", Ondorher makes up his mind to amend his mistake.

Maybe death is truly the ultimate gift from Valars. Now, in each hr, hundreds or even thousands on both side are receiving this gift now.
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"Get out you shameful treacherous kebabs!", general Norrinradd's wrath gets released again via his spear by piercing through another traitor.

At least a half of the Rhovanion TC revealed their true color yesterday. Rhovanion TC's commander Norrinradd can't believe the hardly built friendship between his kinds and those heirs of Numenorains is now stained by his kinds' greed for power. His alert about this already prepared conspiracy reached the 11th hr, yet his reaction wasn't so lucky. Just as his report was sent about in secret 3 hrs ago, general Norrinradd's office just got hit by the so-called Morgoth's genitals. Fortunately, maybe the Valars respond his prayer just in time, 3 Ecclesia divisions and the Dol-Amorth division arrived 1 hr ago when he's holding the last district of the city.
However, as the Easterlings reinforcement arrived just in a few mins ago, everyone on both side starts daring not making sure what will happen next. Now this is the 3rd time for Cair andros reverses it's control. From every street to every corner, there're no more than 2 stuff-corpses or wreckage of both sides's military personnel and other hardware.

"Sir!New targets're approaching!", maybe thinking about how to meet his comrades in the Mandos's hall is only what he should do now.

 

[Hisoka Morrow]

CH5 The table reverse

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33289 killed personnel, 435 arty and 656 vehicles destroyed, this has been all the record that Halasían's 10th Mt. division has reached since the 62 and Plain Frontal-Hosts of Easterlings joined the battle. Of course no pain, no gain. The cost for such splendid price is obvious-9892 killed of his 13256 precious brothers excluding the other 2032 are under cure now. Among his original 168 arty and 2256 vehicles, only 38 and 336 of them are still able to use now respectively. As an result, all these mean to Halasían now is no more than a splendid record to meet his comrades in the Mandos's hall without any shame.

Minohtar is fighting at his rear. As king Ondoher has known everything has been lost, he's mustered all units via palantirs to announce the kingship successor, asking for any volunteer to cover the whole Northern Army's back for these boys safety back to home. And the answer is all the army's boys homes are only Mandos's hall-none refuses to stay. As an result, as the original vanguard, Halasían and Minohtar's charged posts

"RETREAT!MANDOS HALL!WE"RE JUST CHANGING OUR ATTACK DIRECTION!", as a poet asked Halasían if they're going to retreat or not yesterday, Halasían responded so.

Just like fort Narmacil II, Durthang, and every of it's neighbor post, Cirith-ungol is now stuffed with corpses and wreckage of both sides. The 10th Mt. division don't fail their honor at all, and some of them can reverse it's control for more than 10 times in one day. Anyone out of ammo is fighting with only melee stuff like swords or bayonets, and even those out of melee stuff are fighting with everything they got, including fists, knees, armor, and so forth.

"Go fuck with your one ball impotent Morgoth, kebabs!", kicking the Nth Easterling general rank officer down to the cliff after piercing through his neck with bayonet, Halasían is too bored to count how many he killed.

"New targets're approaching fast!", Halasían prepares to burn the fuse next to him after noticing this might be his last stand.

"BOYS!PREPARE FOR GLORY!", Halasían ignites his torch, setting the last part of his life on fire in order to not to waste it at all.

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Cair-andros has reversed it's control for than 30 times since 3 days ago. Now it's regained by the Gondorains for sure at last, ...even though it doesn't mean the whole table of the battle is regained too.

"SIR!THIS IS Norrinradd!WE DIDN'T FAIL YOU!", general Norrinradd is using maybe his last breathe to bring the little but crucial luck among such unlucky moment through the Palantir.

"Well done, that's my good boy.", Erestor hardly hold his tears in his heart.

A mushroom cloud explodes to wipe out all the at least thousands of remains of the Rhovanion TC traitors from the CBD of Cair-andros claims that general Norrinradd never dies in vain at all. Due to numerous of counter encirclement caused by the massive and messy street combat, the pass for the whole Northern Army has been blocked till this explosion just takes place in such critical point.
As a Easterling, potential discrimination and stereotype still never totally disappear to them in Gondor even though it's been claimed illegal since it's foundation. They've have been not fighting against outer but domestic and even abstract threat, now they'v been finally overcome it.
Erestor, Aldarion, Adrahil as well as everyone see this scene through the Palantir hold their tears with a ultimately deep and sincere salute instead. Then it's time for to respond Norrinradd sacrifice with greater respect-killing more enemies before each's last breathe.

 

[Hisoka Morrow]

CH6 An unexpected disaster

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Artamir, deputy commander of the Northern Army is taking his fallen father Ondoher's duty. In theory, he's fighting to struggle for his men's life, yet he knows he's making the most of their lives to not be shameful to meet their fallen comrades arrive Mandos's hall in advance. Unlike his younger brother Faramir, he's not so active seeking show time everyday, however, when if it's show time for him, he always plays for real.With the "help" of the 1st, 9th, and 13th Ecclesia divisions taking part into the battles by his command, the battle only goes even much bloodier.
For instance, normal elite combat units will usually use suppress fire to handle massive charging Wainriders armored and CAV units unless they're out of ammo, yet Ecclesia troopers not only never flee but rushing into the most intensive part of the rank in order to kill as many as they can by all means, including smashing, exploding, and so on.

"Secure general Minohtar to the rear and find general Halasían!They've stolen my honor too much. It's my turn!", Artamir despises his wound not lighter than his unconscious cousin and beloved comrade and continue to enjoy the ultimate glory in order not to meet his father shamefully.

"New targets're approaching fast."

"On my marks!Diamond formation!", as the Ecclesia melee combat units form into their exclusive ranks able to be used by units as disciplined as they're only, what they return to their bloody thirsty foes is more blood for blood.

In comparison with the Gondor army, Ecclessia armed forces emphasize melee much more due to their much more superior discipline, born physical quality and training. Gondorian army's firepower is already much more accurate than all their rivals in the whole Middle-Earth, yet still far behind the Ecclesia army. And this just favors the commander prefer using troopers as a light but sharp sword instead of a heavy but dull maul. Now all Artamir units in hand are just like a deadly thrust of a blade, penetrating and getting stuck into the deep hearts of the whole 3 Easterlings Frontal Host.
Every fringe between his men and their targeted enemies is being filled up with nothing but waves of blood, corpses, broken limbs, flying wreckage as well as all kinds of stuff can prove the devastating casualties of both side. Making sure such devastating casualties is enough to let his country to make counter strategic offense for the next round, Artamir is truly able to "rest" in peace now, after all he's not the only successor of the kingship, of course he can do so...only if his little brother, Faramir is calm and obedient enough.


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Maj. general @ Rollinstoned is now struggling to cover his boss-Erestor. Sometimes, a too responsible leader is really a burden.

"Sir!I beg your pardon!You must survive and bring this back to HQ to prime minister Elrond!", it seems sometimes a guy's age may exceed his real maturity.

"NEVER!THIS LINE IS MY LIFE FROM NOW ON!IT FALLS, I FALL!IT SURVIVES, I SURVIVE!", seeing countless his prideful students dying one by one, Erestor's lust for vengeance and his sorrow has finally make him lost his mind.

"Then please forgive my rudeness!Secure the commander!", knocking his commander down, Maj. general @ Rollinstoned deputy commander of the Elvish Military Assistance Advisory Group now can finally "rest" in peace.

"Dear chief Aldarion of the Northern Army staff is down too. These young guys are so damn relentless.", general Adrahil commander of Dol-Amorth division seems also have done his part.

With all high command they can save are secured, everyone can finally "truly rest" in peace. The 10th, 18th, 19th Ecclesia divisions all have lost at least 3 4ths of their strength, and even all their commanders have been KIA already. Luckily, a young officer named Dernhelm in charge of the 10th Ecclesia division command security still survives and gather all the 3 Ecclesia divisions' remains, skillfully making them survive for much longer then they're supposed to be.

"What a miracle, those Ecclesia disciplined killing machines even know how to retreat?", Maj. general @ Rollinstoned even doesn't forget to show his humor.

"Shut your arse and thanks Valar!Maybe Tulkas is pissed off today and wants to eat Kebabs!Now it's Kebabs feasting time!", general Adrahil notices there're something more important to do by beheading the Nth Easterling's general's with his sword.

However, none notices the provisional Eclessia commander appearance is so similar to someone they know before-Faramir.

 

[Hisoka Morrow]

CH7 Divided we live, United we fall

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"7 o'clock!Reload!Fire!", @Alice Alice makes the most of her every shot.

"Target hit!Target destroyed!No survival!", Now she should even make the most of every part of her body now as the last shot is used.

"This is general @Alice Alice of the 1st armored division!We're out of ammo!And We're going to have a smash!See you in the Mandos's hall!", @Alice Alice left his final words to his commander Artamir in the Palantir.

The Palantir is soon turned off before Artamir can make his decision. After all, unlike Ecclesia members always proud of having their comrades's die in ultimate honor, Gondorains elites still are normal men with families in spite of their well discipline forcing them as fearless as the Ecclesia troopers. In order not to violate his oath of being the last to leave, Artamir will never let these boys take charge of the whole retreat, leading to the whole Northern Army lost their command center in other words however. And @Alice Alice knows this must not take place as long as the whole table needs Artamir. And the best way is to cut off every chances for Artamir from stopping @Alice Alice, in particular by orders, the most legal way.

"Let's make some traffic accident!Fix bayonet!", driving his vehicle charging the most intensive ranks of his enemies, it's time for @Alice Alice and his armored boys to end his life in a glorious result.

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Exchange of firepower and clashes of cold steel are the only sounds apart from cursing words. Each shot of ammo is penetrating their targets for their shooters before their last breathe. Cold steel keeps cutting into enemies bodies for their masters before they're going to arrive the Mandos's Hall in the next sec. The whole battlefield is no longer a battlefield at all but a butcher house instead. Both sides are no longer combating but racing of killing and being killed. Everyone has only one choice here-death or waiting for it.
One by one, each vehicle and all kinds of war machines are doing nothing but reaping lives and becoming a piece of scrap iron in each sec. In every hr, thousands of personnel and hundreds of machines are perishing for both sides. Even the most elite units can be a meaningless KIA record in every sec.In such fierce battle, most kinds of tactics and combat skill become useless absolutely. All both sides can do now is no more than throwing much more strength into this bloody meat grinder. However, in such highly consuming battle, the Free People finally must face their music of their inferior strength in number. No matter how glorious it's, this meat grinder is finally going to meet it's unpreventable end.

Like reeves among the sea keeping shocked by endless waves, all the Gondorain units have been cut into scattered buy sharp pieces. Every fringe contacted by those waves are composed of nothing but all kinds of casualties, including corpses, broken limbs, wreckage, and so on. Thanks to @Aldarion well-organized military reform with the help from Ecclesia, the Gondorains army has been far more fiercely-disciplined and well-advanced than before. However, it's just a matter of time that these sharp shards stuck into the deep ranks of Easterlings will be sooner or later to get overwhelmed.

"Number...more than 100 anyway.", taking part into frontal combat bloodily, Artamir knows all he can do now is to accumulate honor as much as possible so that he won't meet his fallen brothers in shame in the Mandos's hall.

According to his witness, each Gondorain will be killed at least at the cost of 3 or may 4 Easterlings. It goes without the saying about the Ecclesia troopers, each of them will bring at least 8 Easterling to accompany them into the Hall of Mandos. A mushroom cloud took places at Cirith-Ungol 1 hr ago told Artamir what happened to Halasían and his 10th Mt. division. Fortunately, Minohtar and at least a 10th of his 1st CAV division survive, though including all those wounded. All the 4 armored, 4 grenadiers, and 3 Ecclesia divisions have make up their minds together to meet each other in the Hall of Mandos, they're the elements forming the fiercely splendid and heroic scene in front of Artamir, one of these elements as well.

"EAT MY DICK, KEBABS!", An Ecclesia heavy infantry throws a crew of Wainriders with their machine-wain into the sky after having his glaive plugged into it, just before his body bumps into another machine-wain and tangling it to cause it making several somersault with it's full crewmen.

Ecclesia much more ruthless but destructive tactical style makes them take part later yet arrive into Mandos's Hall earlier. The 3 Ecclesia divisions seem will be the first 3 to be annihilated.

"LOOK OUT!", A Easterling shouts out with a dying Gondorain grenadier uses his last breathe to ignite his last grenade by the chance when another charging massive group of Easterling overwhelm him.

Maybe the Gondorain units will meet their Ecclesia brothers a bit later in the Hall of Mandos. What left to Artamir now is the fact strikes Artamir's chord is that no matter which political faction they vote, which races they belong or which ideology they believe, all Free People of Middle Earth stand united and fall together under one banner. What makes these seemingly ordinary guys as mighty as the Eldars and Numenorains can be due to one thing-Gondor, the symbol of democracy, justice, and freedom.

"All units, report your situation!", making his last formal routine to every unit engaged in combat without respond for more than mins, Artamir knows that there'll be no more new reports from the Palantir.

"Morgoth's genitals!", seeing what's unpreventable is finally coming as all the enemies offenses have been stopped and the obviously absolutely bombardment, Artamir, and his final 100 survival at his near, including all those wounded unconscious, finally can rest now.

It's in this moment, they can surely rest, for they're too tired, too tired to do anymore move. Maybe they're divided due to ideology, races, and even political parties before, yet they finally meet together and truly rest united now.

 

[Hisoka Morrow]

CH 8 The last of the king's bloodline

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As the combat at the Black-Gate have seemed to come to it' end, however, it's still too early to make such conclusion about the rear. Taking back Cair-andros, the 10th, 18th, 19th Ecclesia division and the Dol-Amorth division take the advantage of Cair-andros's fortification to have been keeping make every Easterling's step filled up with nothing but their own corpses as well as all kinds of casualties, of course it's another matter of their own's. Just like their comrades have left for Mando's Hall in advance, all the units fighting here kill with everything can be used in killing their targets.
As those out of munitions, they fix bayonets or draw out their cold steel. And to those out of cold steel, they use armor, helmet, stones, as well as everything able to take lives, even like their own hands, knees and legs. No matter it's outdoor places or the interior parts.

General @Miguel smashed a way out for his 1st grenadiers division, yet maybe fortunately, he's only knocked unconscious by his originally planned suicide attack as his last stand. As an result, he's found alive and saved by the other survival back to the rear with Minohtar. Now, he awakes a little earlier than Minohtar in the field hospital. Grasping the pistol with a few last shot, and a grenade in his hands, @Miguel is now complaining why Valar didn't give him a quick death with his already fallen brethren, yet he'll be satisfied with his ultimate goal before long. However, there's about to have more got him to die regretfully.
Just as he looks at who sleeps next to him. General @Miguel knows not only him, but the whole kingdom is in a very big trouble.

"Faramir!VALAR DAMN YOU!", seeing groups of enemies sneaking into the citadel, approaching to the hospital where he lives in, General @Miguel almost lost his mind.

"Medic!We got no more time, give me the Palantir and contact all the rear's high command!Secure Minohtar at all costs!", composing the doctors frightened due to not identifying whom they should do so during his emergent cure, @Miguel makes the most of all he can got to prevent the cut-off of the royal bloodline.

"Very well, Faramir you bitch, if death on the battle field means so much to you, then let's dime tin the Mandos's Hall,gentlemen!Prepare to defend yourself!", @Miguel draws his pistol and organize everyone in the hospital to prepare for their last stand.

"I'm not Faramir, I'm Derhelm, your best comrades. No more prince in the army since then, that's an order. Let's cheers in Mandos's Hall.", Faramir confirms what he lives for always just as he wakes up, despite others may consider him as a ruthless and irresponsible brat.

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"Sir! I think we got some good reasons to meet our fallen brothers and stop our pussies-like action.", receiving that they got a mission to cover the last king's successor-Minohtar, @Aldarion's feeling is so complicated now.

After all, Gondor is not a republic yet, meaning any discontinuity of the throne will bring no more than political chaos to this country already full of enough disaster. Yet to @Aldarion himself, he can finally get his honorable but maybe selfish personal gain-resting from his sense of guilt for not falling with his brothers together.

"Well...Mandos's Hall awaits us. What're we waiting for?", @Erestor Arcamen can finally rest himself from his sense of guilt.

Maybe Valar truly hear their prayers, Minohtar is still alive and being already under convey to Minas-Ithil, meaning that his honorable personality won't work by refusing to leave at all, the best excuse to stop any possible stuff.

"General Adrahil!This is Chief Staff @Aldarion , receive your final order. Secure general Minohtar at any cost!For Faramir is done already. That must be an order, you know that.", knowing Adrahil personality much more mature than most of his comrades, @Aldarion gives the final order in his life to the luckily found the guy fits such heavy burden the most.

"Understood. I and my Dol-Amorth division are cut off from his escort now, but according to their message from the Palantir, my men create a absolutely successful diversionary attack and hold off all the chasers on Harad Road. My Dol-Amorth division are intact enough to hold even more than maybe 3 days.", as an maturely skilled and acute commander, Adrahil rapidly and perfectly manages every card in his hands into their best posts.

"Good!Don't die before Minohtar that brat!You got something much more important than as the last leaving guy!Morgoth has only one ball!Over!", @Aldarion now can finally get his personal gain without any burden.

Streets after streets, houses after houses, Cair-andros is now full of all kinds of proof of casualties. Dead corpses caused by all kinds of damage keep falling out of every structures. Explosions keeping to take lives and break buildings are taking places everywhere. Flamethrowers keep spitting fire tongues filling up every streets one after another. All the sounds keep echoing in the whole city are nothing but all kinds sounds of combat, such as clashes of steel, explosion caused by all kinds of exchange firepower, swearing words, and so on.

Cair-andros has been being without night for days due to all kinds of firepower exchange. Yet, this still will come to it's end at last. Due to their absolutely inferior number, the 10th, 18th, and 19th Ecclesia divisions now shall finally meet their already fallen brothers.

"All units, report your situation!", no tears, no intensive breathe, @Aldarion calmly nominate those who will accompany him to Mandos's Hall via the Palantir.

"10th Ecclesia division report for duty!7896 personnel dead, 3546 personnel heavily wounded, 1526 personnel lightly wounded, 64 personnel intact! 7 arty and 17 vehicle still can be used.", the 10th Ecclesia division acting commander it's logistic regiment commander before reports his comrades recent table.

"18th Ecclesia division report for duty!8916 personnel dead, 2546 personnel heavily wounded, 1826 personnel lightly wounded, 132 personnel intact!4 arty and 21 vehicle still can be used.", the 18th Ecclesia division acting commander it's division command security commander before reports his comrades's situation.

"19th Ecclesia division report for duty!10896 personnel dead, 1546 personnel heavily wounded, 2536 personnel lightly wounded, 32 personnel intact!8 arty and 16 vehicle still can be used.", the 19th Ecclesia division acting commander it's division direct-command arty commander before reports his comrades's situation.

These Ecclesia boys' gift to their final commander in their lives are at least 152562 Easterling KIA, 73256 Easterling heavily wounded, as well as more than thousands of arty or vehicles destroyed.

"That's how should my good bitches be so.", seeing the combat front is being squeezed from every directions, @Aldarion knows what to do.

"As your final order, boys,...PREPARE FOR GLORY!", igniting the fuse in his hand as flocks of enemies 're getting closer to the arsenal where his new command center is located, @Aldarion gives the final, most tragic yet the most glorious order in his whole life.

Seeing all the scene from the Palantirs to all units are passing him nothing but mushroom clouds and suicide charge, @Aldarion can leave this world without any regret at last...

 

[Hisoka Morrow]

CH 9 The crossroad of history


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"DAKKA!DAKKA!CRUZH DEM!SAMZH DEM!TILL DE RED FLUID BUMPZ FROM DEM!", the energetic Dol-Amorth accent keeps claiming the countless death of all chasers!

All transport lines between Ephel Dúath and Coir-andros are having traffic jams now, caused by the piles of Easterlings dead bodies, Dol-Amorth's boys' corpses and the wreckage of both sides' military assets, and the former are much more than the latter. Minohtar has awaken since yesterday, and success the command from King Ondorher according to the priority precedence by the formal military rank. As an result, Adrahil is transferred to Ephel Dúath as an diversionary attack to cover Minohtar...in theory.

"Boyz!Let'z Kip WAAAGH!TUNIGHT WI WAAAGH IN MANDOZ'Z HALL!", starting his Dol-Amorth accent, general Adrahil is preparing to discharge his shame for surviving from his fallen brothers reasonably.

"General Adrahil, this is Minohtar!You've done well!Now receive my final order!", a really bad feeling just flash upon Adrahil's mind.

"Now Harad road is under my control!I and my men have checked their main forces advance by the defenses of Minas-Ithil!Now I want you to save as many boys as possible and to meet the Southern Army!I can sure I and my men can absolutely earn you enough time!We've just annihilated a full regiment since 1 hr ago", Minohtar's order lets Adrahil fall from the the height to the bottom.

"So all the information you provided to me was fake!Very well, you'll regret for screwing the whole table due to your personal gain of honor, ASSHOLE!For what?Letting the whole country you beloved headless just for your private honor?", this is the first time for Adrahil to be so rude due to under such a seemingly unpractical commander.

"Then for what reason that I should let Gondor ruled by a king without people and followers?Let my crown in the museum in the Easterling for their memorial victory for this war, shall I?You, citizens of Gondor, are the real masters of this country!As long as you all survive and saved, Gondor lives!Now receive you order, Morgoth has only one ball, over!", as the Palantir turned off, Adrahil begins to doubt he should be astonished for this competent or idealistic young future savior of Gondor.

"Bozz!New targets're koming!", the recent business in front of Adrahil tells him it's the the time for argue for ideology.

"On my marks!All boyz, DKKA ON!", wasting no time, Adrahil turn his attention to the business in hands now.

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Just like the scenes making their appearance before, corpses, wreckage of military hardware, as well as all kinds of stuff that can be counted as casualties data are everywhere. However, such tragic hell will disappear before long, at least to Minohtar. Gathering every card still in hands, including the very few survivals from Onderhor's Northern Army, paramilitary forces like Ithilien territorial corps, or even conscripts from Ithilien, and so forth, Minohtar makes the most of even every child, woman, and even wardog, in order to maybe not survive, but accumulate honor by killing or even not die in humiliation.
As maybe the most warlike state of whole Gondor, Ithilien provides everything it can be used for military, being as a ultimate symbol good news among bad news. Many conscripts might be just simply farmers, blacksmith, or even office workers who joined the army just in a few days ago, yet their performance is not "conscripts" at all, a bunch of them even make the Easterlings believe they're paramilitary forces.

"Number...maybe...389?", keeping slaughtering every enemies in his sight like an wounded relentless beast, Minohtar makes his post like an wall of steel blocking all the Easterlings coming in endless waves.

In order not to let the Easterlings purge the heartlands of his beloved country further, Minohtar ordered the Ithilien governor not to simply just launching full frontal assault against the coming invaders, but setting countless defense in depth, earning time for the Southern Army if there're any chances to reverse the whole table. Under the infiltration firepower caused by such well-set traps's fire-net, every step of the Easterlings's advance is bought by countless casualties. Now on the Harad road, maybe the biggest traffic jam in history is taking places now, caused by piles of all kinds of casualties alongside the road, till even the deepest CBD of Minas-Ithil.

"Go suck Morgoth's ball!", the last shot of rocket launcher from Minohtar blasts the last targeted vehicle in his life.

"Sir!Your next orders?", all Minohtar's command personnel have already met their fallen brothers in Mandos's Hall, accompanying by the enemies killed by them countless times more than them, apart from the very few sent out before for other missions, making Minohtar have to take ccharge as signaller.

"Infiltration fire...at the given position.", providing the post he's at to all the arty units he got as countless groups of enemies are coming near and those respond him hasn't known he's just right there, Minohtar, like all his already fallen comrades, gives his final order.

As a shot pierces through his heart, he turns those kill him with the favor of the ultimately massive firepower he just call.

"FUCKIN PALE FACES!", "RUN!IT'S A TRAP", closing his eyes after witnessing the countless foes surrounding him get buried by the splendid lake of fire caused by bombardment to held his funeral, the last bloodline of the King fades.

"SIR!IS THAT YOUR POSITION WHERE YOU CALL FOR ARTY STRIKE?PLEASE RESPOND!SIR!", the fate of Gondor is decided as the last King's successor leaves for the Halls of Mandos...

Will his blueprint of making Gondor great again by turning it into a republic come true?Or such ambition is just castle in the air that will make Gondor go from bad to worse?Minohtar, the last King's successor has no idea. All he wants to do is just doing his duty as an competent Gondor citizen, doing anything to save Gondor with anything he got, and dying for it...

 

[Hisoka Morrow]

Oppsss, I forgot to post...The EndXDD

 

[Halasían]

It was an interesting read. a good attempt to merge modern terminology and tech into Middle Earth. My only comment on improvement of readability would be to go through and put spaces between sentences where you missed them as it is rather hard to read and note sentences to these old eyes.

Story wise it was a but too modern in tone for my liking.

 

[Hisoka Morrow]

It was an interesting read. a good merge of modern and middle Earth. My only comment on improvement would be to go through and put spaces between sentences where you missed them as it is rather hard to read and note sentences to these old eyes.

put spaces between sentences ?^^
Hmm........=''=.........OK, maybe I'll try to manage them into different paragraphs^^
Yeah, it's obviously some of my paragraphs are too long.
In addition, can you show me an example of spaces between sentences should be put where I missed them?^^

 

[Halasían]

he always plays for real.With the "help" of the 1st, 9th, and 13th

Things like the above scattered through the story. Not a big deal really. It just add to readability when there is a space between sentences. The paragraphs are all good really.

Also, pistols? Middle Earth? Seriously?

 

[Hisoka Morrow]

Things like the above scattered through the story. Not a big deal really. It just add to readability when there is a space between sentences. The paragraphs are all good really.

Oooppsssss. I see XD
It seems such massive work is really "a huge cake" XD

 

[Olorgando]

Also, pistols? Middle Earth? Seriously?

Well, Bilbo in The Hobbit has a mantlepiece clock, and Lobelia in LoTR (!!!) has an umbrella ...

 

[Hisoka Morrow]

Well, Bilbo in The Hobbit has a mantlepiece clock, and Lobelia in LoTR (!!!) has an umbrella ...

Yeah, and a bunch of gunpowder even made their appearance in ME, like the firepower in Minas-Tirith defenses, and Numenorian Empire even got airships. The source is here, though I'm not sure whether you can connect it or not. Mine connection fails. 😖😖😖😖

http://wiki.lindefirion.net/GondorWarcraft