Fanfic The Lost Scrolls of the Dúnedain-Shadow over Gondor 1944:desert storm

[Hisoka Morrow]

I'm writting some new stuff based the war in 1944 of Middle-Earth now. Do you know what it takes to be a Gondor citizen?XD
Nah, just some stuff to kill time and I found too few self-written fanfics about wars in 1944 of Middle-Earth. Enjoy the reading XD
Due to the new rules about comments to other's fanfics, please left your comment here Discussion forum XD

Prologue:Unexpected guest
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It's too peaceful so much like the silence before a storm. Only those work for the goverment's high command know Palegir is under martial laws now, all the streets are full of commercial act. No curfew is announced even if it's midnight now. Eärnil, the recent commander of southern Gondor army in his office, is now squeezing his brain to take care of his staff's holidays and diplomatic stuff with Harad instead of his original mission, combat. Of course, such ridiculous thing is reasonable now, after all, there's really something astonishing enough to let them relax so much.
Dol-Amorth governor Adrahil's first son Ciryatur just destructively defeated the second strong Nazgûl Khamûl by killing his 130000 Black Numenoreans with nothing but his 4000 Inquisitors just prototype without experience for any grand campaign. Without doubt, Harad had better not fool around Gondor now after witnessing the lessons from his little friends.

"Sir, all the Harad tribute has been make sure, so may I...", again, administrator is asking for getting off duty in advance to spend time on his family.

"Go, go, go, just make sure your duty is done and finishing those necessary documents.", Whipping a exhausted horse to move is the dumpiest thing in the world, Eärnil send him out frankly, on the surface only. The well-organized retreat of the Wainriders witnessed by Eärnil via the Palantir during his last contact with King Ondoher told him everything is just the silence before a storm.

"Reporting for duty!Sir!The Harad betrayed us!The ambassador's escort launched a sneak attack!Now their front is just 1 km from us!", just as Eärnil suspected.

"Sit tight you imbeciles!And where're my good bad ass marines I've ambushed?Are 5000 physically-challenged Harad guys too hard to fight off?", Eärnil roars.

"Those're not 5000 physically-challenged Harad guys!They're all knight-class combat units, at least hundreds of them are even grassroots commanders!", what comes up with the bad news are stinky smells caused by urine and stool incontinence.

"Set your ass here!My son Eärnur and his little friend Ciryatur will make you fear more!", Eärnil even almost lost his control due to these city boys, of course just on the aspect of manner but not professional judgement.
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Meanwhile, a Easterling wrestler-like and a Nolder lady-like figure appear in Eärnil's office.

"Lt general Eärnur and Ciryatur report for duty!", these two different figures will reveal their identity soon.

"Ciryatur that bitch kicked ass again!Ciryatur!Show them your good shits", the Easterling wrestler-like shows who he is and he'll tell everyone he and his partner are the same bad ass in spite of their appearance.

"Eärnur got something more!How dare you take all the fun with Khamûl?He's my personal toy. Don't think his recently frequent show makes you share my fun with him. Your prey is the Witch-king, the possibly big boss. I wonder these Harad guys are too boring or not, they're supposed to learn their lessons from the 130000 Black Numenoreans's ass. I'm afraid we'll face those boring brainless Harad later.", making fun of Eärnur, Ciryatur implies something important in spite of his emotionless appearance, showing the two heads he beheaded from the two sons of the Harad-grand Khan.

"Forget that Nazgûl whore. I just kicked his ass yet Ciryatur broke his Morgul sword last time. And this is what I got.", Eärnur shows the head of the Harad grand Khan.

"Great, if their grand Khan is till so relentless even if he witnessed Khamûl's devastating defeat last time, there must be some big bosses behind all these guests.", just as his nickname-black colored hair Mithrandar, Eärnil always thinks about more than many steps on the recent board in front of his eyes.

"Very well. Clerk, record these two credits. By the way, you city boys turned a deaf ear to my warning in the first place will have to clean up all the urine and stool you discharged. Or I'll record you all one demerit."

"Sir!Ten o'clock direction!Recons has spotted enemies!At least 300000 Harad armed forces as well as 3000 Mammoth are 30 km from Palegir!"

"Bingo!Very well, boys, time to kick ass!Let's make Gondor great again!", Eärnil responds acutely without hesitation.

 

[Hisoka Morrow]

CH1 They're no longer savages

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Two armies met in the endless desert at the suburb. On one side, the Harad forces are under the command of the Nazgul- Er Murazor, with normal combat units crossing between each single Mammoths . On the other side, Earnil let those national guards units be the vanguard, while most of the elite units like each marines division be behind their weaker comrades. The Inquisitors are the only elite units deployed at the front.

Er Murazor calls for a single duel in the first place "Fear me!Are all men of the west so weak?".

Even his speech is enough to frighten the whole Gondor army, apart from elite like those marines, or those much more fiercely-disciplined units like the Inquisitors turned on instead of fear.

"Let me have you the first Nazgul flee from mortal men. " general Starbrow, Earnil's most competent tactical advisor responds with his pike.

After 20 rounds of fight, Starbrow is as tough as Er Murazor, however, his horse doesn't reach his competence at all.

"What a urpine fruit.", seeing his brethen is in danger, Ciryatur reacts wasting no time.

Just as destructive as the Inquisitors under his command, Dark magic like Black Breath will only turn Ciryatur on horribly. Er Murazor hardly parries all the strikes from Ciryatur, so deadly and accurate supposed to kill him for so many times in spite of his immortality. Now maybe Er Murazor can imagine what bloody hell Khamûl had met in Palegir fighting against such fiercely-disciplined relentless ape. However, Nazguls are still immortal after all.

General Gaiwan decides to save Ciryatur after seeing the table begins to favor the Er Murazor after 50 rounds of the duel. After all, it's the wound caused by Khamûl's Morgul blade provides Ciryatur such buff, which will take his life at any time.

"Enough you annoying mortals!",just as Gaiwan drives his board-sword, Er Murazor launches a massive Black breathe, blowing up almost everyone in the radius of at least 1 km from him.

"Go!My minions.", the Harad force takes the first hand, striking like hunters chasing their preys as the Gondor front begins to shaken almost totally. Yet of course, tremendous plunders begins to get discarded everywhere, making them to snatch them leading to their disorder.

"Now!My boys", Earnil launches a counter attack at once, now the hunters become the preys.

Yes, if these are normal Harads, such simple tactic usually works wonders. Yet this time is different...massive Harad reserved strike force of cavalries and war-mammoths begin to strike the both flank of those national guards units by accident, making the tides turn again.

"Fall back.", it's too late. The Harads are too many for the battle-exhausted Inquisitors to wipe out and the other elite units are still at the rear.

"The long beard guy is Earnil!", noticing he gets targeted, Earnil cuts off his beard right away.

"The guy with grand marshal robe is Earnil!", again, Earnil gives away his obvious stuff, again.

Another black breathe is launched, blowing all the army HQ's personnel into tens of centimeters away.

Having no choice but fighting back, Earnil draws his sword instead of his brain. Clashes between Morgul blade and Royal sword begin as Earnil retake his warrior soul. However, a warrior's soul still has to face the common music all warriors fear-age. After more the 10 rounds, Earnil begins to take the lower hands.

"Can Nazguls only bullet old guys?Fight me if you're still potent.", Eärnur appears with his maul as a taught lesson coming to Er Murazor later.

 

[Hisoka Morrow]

CH2 Duel with Nazgul

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It's in this moment, the 1st marines division and elvish expeditionary just come in time, disperse and suppress the seemingly unstoppable Harad's advance.

"Open fire!", as @CirdanLinweilin and @Sir Eowyn 's order comes out to the elvish expeditionary and the 1st marine division respectively, the respond they get is nothing but thousands of Harads being annihilated by the coming firepower, and many of them even become hives, proving their units quality.

However, the highlights is just about to begin. The whole battlefield now is going to change into something new. The whole focus is no longer the whole battlefield but only 2 duelists.

"Hey!Bitch!How's the taste of getting fucked by my little friend Ciryatur?Khamul just tasted it in a few weeks ago!Has that whore told you?Now I realize why you choose to become Nazgul, cause you're all impotent and looser of the whole society of mankind!" , Earnur starts his a series of humiliation, coming up with countless deadly mauls, causing countless damage not only at Er Murazor body but his armor as well into unnumbered holes deeper as several cm deep.

"Oh fuck you dirty whore only fight by magic!", Er Murazor soon repays the favor by countless thrust, slashing via Earnur's trunk.

"You wanna play, then we play for real!", stripping all his armor and even inner clothes off, now Earnur begins to play for real.

Another wave of strikes coming from Earnur's maul begin to make Er Murazor's trunk like an field full of holes. Due to the decreasing of Earnur's wieght, Er Murazor's is now suffering from 3 times heavier and more frequent damage.

"NO YOU IMPOTENT BITCH!", Er Murazor returns the favor as heavier as he suffered from Earnur due to Earnur's strip of armor.

Before long, Earnur's maul is struck off from his hands due to a narrow dodge almost pierce via his heart. A evil laugh from Er Murazor echoing via the whole battlefield, frightening the whole Southern Army of Gondor not only in their physical but mental lives. A omen of Black Breathe is appearing again.

"This is not over yet you slut!", grasping Er Murazor's hand holding the Morgul blade at once, Earnur starts a new similarly heavy yet much faster strikes by drawing out his accessory short maul.

"CHEATING BITCH!", Earnur's accessory short maul's grip got slashed by the reserved Morgul sword just drawn and slash at him at once.

The new wave of Black Breathe starts, regardless of all kinds of booing ranks of Harad armed forces.

"PUSSIES!", "SHAME ON YOU", "HAVE YOU NO HONOR?", as the Black Breathe is about to cover these cursing sounds as well, something reverse the table again.

"TASTE MY DICK YOU CHEATER ONLY FIGHT WITH MAGIC!", in spite of the shock wave of the Black Breathe, Earnur grasps the whole body of Er Murazor, throw him into the deep rank where the enemies gather the most intensively.

"HURRAY!", in spite of his identity as foes, the Harad armed froces start their applause as an ultimate honor to Earnur, even faster than the Gondorain armed forces still in a bit in the frightening or too disciplined to show any emotion.

"NOW YOU FOOLS!ATTACK!", as an ultimately cunning commander, Er Murazor gives the order despite being despise.

"JUST HOLD YOUR POST AND OPEN FIRE!NO FURTHER ACT UNLESS I GIVE THE ORDERS", seeing devils hidden in the details, Earnil refuses to loose any chance to win not only the physical side but also the mental aspect.

Being already unsatisfied by Er Murazor's mean cheat, the Harad only follow the seemingly professional yet order with perfunctory. As the suppress firepower shoot out, the Harad left nothing a next wave of thousands of corpses and scatter into every directions without any formation to prevent chase. After all, they know that their much more honorable foes won't chase them.

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"COWARD!MEET ME AGAIN IF YOU DARE!", holding Earnur's gorilla-like trunk, Ciryatur knows that who'll win soon by hearing Er Murazor's unwilling challenge request due to the starting loose of control.

And now what's going in the commanding office just reflects Ciryatur's guess.

"Should we call back Ciryatur?He can help us a lot in our next strategy.", asks general @Sir Eowyn .

"Nah. Only Earnur's little friend can stop him from anything crazy!In addition, our wisdom is enough.", Earnil replies.

"The point is how can we let those Harad join our side?After all, stirring up inner revolts is always the trump card of the Dark Lord's side.", Earnil continues the topic.

"A too cunning commander won't believe anything too easily, including his own men." @CirdanLinweilin points out something flashes upon his mind.

"Good idea!You're genius!", the brainstorm finally gets it's price as Earnil gets something.

"Genius?", @CirdanLinweilin can't think as fast as Earnil the commander in charge of the whole battlefield.

"I need someone who can mimic those Harad's boys handwriting. Listen, our plan will work like this. Call back Earnur and his little friend!It's time for business.", Earnil wastes no time and put his plan into practice at once.

The climax of the whole battle seems get ceased, at least on the chess board, however, what's more astonishing is just about to take places behind the whole table.

 

[Hisoka Morrow]

CH3 Let the operation commence
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"Sir!Won't the high command exclude us from all the fun?This place seems full nothing but fucking sands!", starting the whole operation to destroy the whole Gondor southern threat once and for all, sometimes those pure killing machines need to use their brains more to figure it out.

"Just trust me and get this straight this on!", @Sir Eowyn tries his best to hidden his killing impulse, looking at his little friend, Ciryatur, keeping piling cards pyramids and then smashing them again and again, reflecting something he's about to do soon.

A few days ago, as Earnil got the idea to inverse the Harad and their Nazgul commander, surround and got them all once and for all, Ciryatur proposed to send him and some other commandos as an task force to cut off the enemies's rear by sneaking from the Poros Ford. Of course, the NO.1 choice will be the 1st marine div, the best amphibious unit without doubt. Knowing his senior student since they're in the Narsil military academy so much, Ciryatur's continuous action tells @Sir Eowyn that there's a horribly much tremendous fun so astonishing enough to amend their current leisure.

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"OPEN FIRE!", this is the Nth night raid today.

On the surface of the endless horizon of Poros Ford's open field, both Gondor and Harad left nothing but hundreds of corpses of both side as the routine end of the latter's night raid, again.
As Ciryatur's task force begin to take action, Earnil move forward as well not leaving the whole plan break down. In order to attract his foes's attention to secure Ciryatur's mission's success and got them just in time, Earnil has the whole Southern Army main force move out of Pelagir and set camp at the middle-down stream of river Poros. Of course such movement won't attract nothing at all. Since the 1st hr after starting their camp, the Gondor Southern Army have been being under night raids at the frequency of twice or even 4 times everyday.

"Sir, there must be a big surprise coming tonight.", @CirdanLinweilin expresses his bad feeling.

"Yeah, but the point is how we should meet this big coming guest I wonder.", Earnil hits what @CirdanLinweilin is worried about.

"Trenches!Sir, I think the soil texture is the point why those Oliphaunts guys dare not use their most prideful mumakils monsters. I wonder how disastrous if just even a personnel bump into a hole among the charging rank.", a idea flashes upon @CirdanLinweilin 's mind.

"Very well, should have known you got that. By the way, in order not to let those National guards units screw our plan again like before, each of them will get deployed with 1 marine div. With good combined arms, they can work well. ", Earnil heart contacts @CirdanLinweilin .
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Corpses become the only result of the night raid again, and mostly Harad's only, with the the number of 10 times more than before. Under the well combined arms with the marines, the National Guards units had been putted into the best uses, squeezing the Harad raiders into a space big enough only as their butcher houses by forcing them into formal combat. No matter by firepower, or even close combat, the Harad raiders'd been playing the roles as sticking ducks for the whole night long.

"Thousands of dead at least...I think this is enough to let Er Murazor doubt the Harad's loyalty, or even let the Harad notice the Nazgul whore's true color earlier. In addition, sir, the message has been intercepted as you order.", @CirdanLinweilin expresses his satisfied mood only via his words.

"Very well, then now it's time to meet my old little friend, Grand Khan Suladân. Arrange our meeting, and don't forget to treat those Harad asses nicely, for I'll send my little friend some of my well prepared big surprises, you know what to do.", looking at the massive Harad raiders stuck in the traps still alive, Earnil implies @CirdanLinweilin very clearly.

"Sir yes sir!Never mind, it's your budget to carry these prisoners.", @CirdanLinweilin gets the point right away.
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"How many did you kill, Ciryatur?It's so boring. This place is so defenseless, why do you let my marine boys get into this time killing shit?", @Sir Eowyn barely hidden his unsatisfied mood.

"The fruit needs much more culture, it's not mature enough to destroy yet!", pointing at the massively intensive all kinds of tracks of Harad armed forces, in particular the Oliphaunts, Ciryatur makes @Sir Eowyn realize that their blood thirst are just storing energy for the coming surprise much bigger than their comrades'.

Noticing their pass will be full of explosive lovely preys when the Harads are about to break out of an encirclement, @Sir Eowyn grims.

 

[Hisoka Morrow]

CH4 Who's the real enemy?

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Leaving thousands of corpses in front of the fortification yet without any pursuit again and again, Ciryatur's IOUJ's status seem a bit strange today. This is the Nth time the Harad attack Ciryatur and @Sir Eowyn 's base. Yet no matter how many they got attacked, Ciryatur and @Sir Eowyn just simply repel them without any pursuit, though the "repel" are always already "devastated" level.

"Shall my men swim and sneak and manuver behind them?", asks @Sir Eowyn , full of doubt with his familiar senior student since they're in the Narsil Military Acadamy.

"Er Murazor is the fruit I want, not Suladân, already a tool to cut fruit.", Ciryatur shows highly composed political talent in spite of his distaste like all typical soldiers.

"OK...I hate politics. Clean the battlefield, find any survival and treat them nicely, boys.", @Sir Eowyn seems a still typical soldier.

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As routine, both sides start a standoff before the combat, yet without any factual combat today, at least on the surface. However, the real fight is just about to take places and reach much more to it's climax behind everyone's back. In order to cease the seemingly endless battle, the chief commanders of both sides begin to parlay. As Ciryatur and @Sir Eowyn blocked the Harad's road to retreat, no matter it's Grand Khan Suladân or Er Murazor had no choice but only 1 option-parlay, whether it's real or not.

"It's been long time no see, my dear friend. Do you remember our life as students in the Narsil military Academy?", Earnil starts breaking the ice between Gondor and Harrad in the 1st round.

"Well...of course yes, you never shows discrimination nor unfair, like a competent leader and big brother, and even king, unlike Ondorher. My life in Gondor is truly joyful. Ironically we become enemies today, you killed my sworn brother, the previous Grand Khan, yet we 3 were best friends during the life time in Narsil military Academy. Fate always likes to make fun of mortals like we. Fate is unpreventable, like my ancestors have to wander between each faction. However as invaders to my kind, I must fight you to the end, no matter whom you're to me.", showing his feel of helplessness, Suladân seems not just a simple puppet of the Dark lord.

"We always have a choice, like me, like us. Our ancestors disobeyed Valinor and led to the Downfall, yet some of them refused to follow their guilt, thus we still flourish and survive even through the War of the Last Alliance. And again and again, we fought against the Easterlings as well as all kinds of invaders in spite of day and night. Now we're still here.", Earnil's sincere and encourages speech hits something important.

"By the way, I can show you more than that you can struggle on my own. See, you mumakil riders claim me Earnil can shoot fireballs from my eyes, and then launch thunder bolt from my arse when farting. Yet when you're chasing me, you got no electric. Yet I still stand here. Worry not, I can fart at you and show you that my previous defeat is real." Earnil's humor grants a bunch of friendly laugh at once.

"In order to show sincerity for eternal peace,we'll the prisoners will be released. Consider my words, dude.", Earnil decides to continue the routine.

"Sir, the Nazgul general requests you to return to the base right away.", it seems that the parlay must be played for real, though in some unexpected ways.

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"Reporting for duty!Sir, the Harrad's main base are flamed!", finally @Sir Eowyn can release his bore.

"Reporting for duty!Sir, I'm major Baranor of the Harrad Grand Khan's command's guard, we're under attack by the Nazgul and his puppet tribes, asking for reinforcement.", the coming Harrad's messenger claims @Sir Eowyn 's feeling is precise.

"Any your official token as proof from the Grand Khan?"

"No...in fact, this's made by only a bunch of our high command, yet the Grand Khan decides to fight the Nazgul on his own. These're all our's token, we've all decided to surrender.", It seems @Sir Eowyn 's bore will keep going on.

"Only the Nazgul is the urpine fruit, the Grand Khan has no more interest fighting against us and he can't turn me on anymore. On my marks, all units depart for the Harrad's main base with full speed.", Ciryatur's politic's intelligence tells him the tides the wind, saving @Sir Eowyn from a next wave of bore almost kills him.

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The seemingly long-ceased combat now has returned again, yet with different form. 2 Harrad highest commanders're now fighting against each other, while 1 is for nothing but his and master's greed and the other is for his own people's freedom.

"Mortal fools, how dare you betray the Dark Lord. Your shuttlecocking with those western fools can't escape from the Dark Lord's eyes. Don't think I do not know why all your prisoners were released. All your effort with those fools from the west will work in vain, prepare to be the 2nd Hurin.", the Nazgul's most dreaded trump card-cunning, is now making him against his own men.

"It's you brainless whores who betrayed us. You impotent Nazgul has been smoking up arses that you're the mightiest servants of the Drak Lord yet I think you're just his harem's bitches. At Pelagir, despite Earnur that gorilla femdomed your 50000 Dark Numenorain whores into orgasm with only his Dol-Amorth div, even a pretty face boy named Ciryatur and his 4000 prototype rookies were enough to fuck your 150000 Dark Numenorain bitches into orgasm, yet we Harrad only took only 5000 men and almost captured that place even though facing Earnil's whole Southern Army. And most of all our previous Grand Khan died like a real men and you fled like a pussy after your defeat.", showing no fear nor surrender, Grand Khan Suladân returns the favor with not only oral taunt but also cold steel and all kinds of factual attack.

As fierce as their commander's combat, armed forces loyal to Suladân and Er-Murazor are smashing together with everything they got. Explosion, clashes between blades, cursing words now is filling the whole Harrad's camp.

"The reinforcement has arrived!", someone else's participation shall make the game much funnier.

 

[Hisoka Morrow]

Ch5 The mission necessary in fact

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"Freeze!Drop your weapons!We mean no harm!", as a series of strategy like nice P.O.W treatment, massive Harrad belong to the Suladân's faction do what they're told by the coming Gondorains.

As those dogs of Er-Murazor, their hardly gained initial upper hands disappear at once as the unexpected intervention of their true enemies since the first day, or before the appearance of their real enemies-their own suspicion. Being diminished from their own domestic strife, caused by their own selves in the first places, the Er-Murazor's had already suffered not light casualties even though they got the superiority of surprising attack, yet now the Gondorains are returning the favor to them double. After all, they're totally the preys played by Earnil since the very first, as similar as they're misguided to estimate they're playing the Harrads in their palms in the first places.

"Take Er-Murazor!Those who can take down him will be rewarded with promotion of at least for 5 ranks and 2000 pounds of gold, whether dead or alive.", as Earnil's order is given, the whole Southern Army start chasing Er-Murazor like starved beasts chasing preys herds.

The whole Harrad armed forces command office become a hunting grounds from a battlefield. Gondor and surrendered Harrad troopers are killing and chasing every target they can get. Those who fawn upon the Nazgul as his dogs to rule and suppress over their own kinds are now tasting the favor they've enforced on their own peoples. There're Nazgul's Harrad dogs getting killed by all kinds of firepower from everywhere, being dragged down from their mount or even most prideful trump card-mumakil then cut into meat sauce, or even being trampled into ground meat by their own ranks. Anyway, none of the Nazgul's forces act together in groups even with only 2 personnel.

"Over there!It's the Nazgul pussy!", "Got him alive so we can fuck him for what he's done to us!Let him manos like a whore.", "Let him kiss his own arse in public!", the cursing words everywhere is claiming that now the Nazgul maybe is tasting what he's always brought upon others-fear.

"STAND BACK YOU MORTAL FOOLS!NO MEN CAN KILL ME!", a Black Breathe is launched, blowing up the sand into a sandstorm that even mighty like @CirdanLinweilin who has Noldor magic, Ciryatur whose special biological mechanic will get turned on by it can't move further for even a step to get close, and even Earnur who once beat up him under such destructive blow can't use the same trick at all due to the too far range.

Following a wave of dreadful grim and the gradual disappearance, most all Earnil's men's brain are cool down at once, standing on their own grounds like statues, with those fiercely-disciplined enough to challenge the Nazgul like IOUJs or mighty enough like @CirdanLinweilin and Earnur blocked by their own frightened comrades.

"Leave the bitch alone, 1 day we'll get him and have him enough punishment.", noticing that all the cards in his hands is not enough to kill this unpredictable foe, Earnil call down his men.

'Now, let's get into the most keen business.", seeing Grand Khan Suladân subdued, Earnil decides to handle his recent matter first.

"Surrender?", Earnil asks.

"Never!", Grand Khan Suladân's answer is a bit out of everyone's expectation.

"Mumakil boy, your turn is over!", "Yeah!Stop your stupid pride!", despite all kinds of taunt and persuasion, the Grand Khan seems much more arrogant than everyone expect.

"Very well...then anything more you want to say?", Earnil asks calmly and casually.

"Fight me again if you dare, or just execute me.", the Grand Khan replies.

"Very well, then as you wish.", Earnil replies.
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"So is this what we'd been fighting for?Nothing but spending almost 3 months for capturing the Grand Khan released in 3 sec.", Earnur complained as an typical warrior, not commander.

"What I'm going to capture is not only the Grand Khan but his whole Harrad states, capturing him is a piece of cake to us, yet capturing the whole Harrad is The mission necessary in fact, otherwise those Mumakil boys will bite us in our arse at any time.", Earnil replies real general's thought.

"Or maybe if capturing the Grand Khan is a piece of cake for us but not you, then we can reverse our strategy.", Earnil's mock just hit Earnur's.

"No, sir." Earnur replies.

"Good, if no more question, then dismiss.", as a general always considering the whole table on the board, Earnil begins to get worried by Ondoher's front.

 

[Hisoka Morrow]

Ch5 Into the fray

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The real battle is just about to begin. Sometimes, the real visible enemies aren't as dreadful as witnessed, yet those not as fearful as witnessed are the real horrible ones. Along the Harrad road's tropical forests, the whole Gondor Southern Army keep advancing with all resistance like a piece of cake, of course if it's apart from all kinds of environmental resistance. Poisonous gas and bugs, wild beasts wandering despite day and night, anyway, all kinds of dangerous stuff have become the most impressive symbols of this expedition. Well, instead of describing this trip as an expedition, adventure will be much better. Fortunately, the victory over the hearts of multiple Harrad tribes has helped Earnil and his men to pass via this unforgotten trip. At last, the exhausted yet dynamic army has arrived their goal-Umbar. However, the real nightmare is just about to start.

As nicknamed as the Gate of Mandos-Hall, Umbar is full of all kinds of deadly stuff for any besieger, now it's even strengthened by an unexpected foe-the Corsairs's fleet. As an result, the most tricky problem has come-logistic. Due to the horribly long supply line from Pelagir, real service has always been the thorn in the flesh to every king or expedition that has subjugated Umbar before. It goes without saying to Earnil's men. In spite of the endless volunteer supplies from Harrad friendly tribes, the whole Southern Army's real service can hardly be maintained. In consequence, as a guy always got prominent thought, Earnil notices that sometimes the best way to to handle the most complicated problem might be the simplest way-retreat. However, it's not that simple, for not everyone can reach Earnil's standard. As an result, the meeting keeps going on even if it's night time.

"Sir, will such simple victory gained by ambush work?Or why don't we just set some friendly regime over Harrad and just imprison the Grand Khan with nice treatment?If we can't finish this in a decisive blow, it'll be a hole about to not filled up forever and ever. After all, the Corsairs's 130000 KIA by Ciryatur's only 4000 prototype at Pelagir is enough to stop them from doing anything stupid further.", general @CirdanLinweilin expresses his worries.

"Yeah, I'm enough with this fucking boring hide and seek. Why don't we just smash into their big stupid iron scrap?", Earnur hardly hides his impulse as an natural warrior.

"Cirdan is right, the Umbar's sea rats will use their superior navy to gain superior logistic advantage, if we don't break the table just in time, then we're game over before even Ondorher engages the Easterlings. My marines boys and Ciryatur's IOUJs are horribly bad asses as you all know, let's lead the assault.", @Sir Eowyn says.

"Gentlemen, I know you all know the situation, yet what we actually have to do is an total victory, or otherwise the Harrad problem will always be our thorn in the flesh, in particular in such juncture that we obviously boycott those sea rats's commercial profits, pissing them off so much that they sent all their stuff in this gamble, otherwise there's no account for why they refuse to squeeze like pussies after their destructive lesson learned from Ciryatur at Pelagir. Believe me, I got my own plan, after all the Corsairs aren't merely Dark Numenorains but all kinds of Harrad powers as well, their motivation won't be merely partial commercial profits at all. This is the only gifted chance to net and purse all southern factions against us at once." , Earnil tries his best to account for his standard higher than all his comrades.

"Reporting for duty, massive Harrad and Corsairs are approaching.", things are that the facts are always on Earnil's side.

"How many?"

"At least 100000 combat personnel and 100 dromonds.", the preys are obviously big enough.

"Well...what're we waiting for, any more questions?", Earnil grins.

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All kinds of casualties of Dark Numenorains and Harrad have replaced every parts of what're supposed to form a scene of a shore in everyone's sight. All the 100 dromonds and their crewmen were all wiped out utterly by Ciryatur's IOUJs and @Sir Eowyn marines, with nothing left but corpses's blood and blazing wreckage soaking all the water into red from blue, with the it's light shining the whole night into day. On the ground frontal combat, it's a piece of cake as an end for the Harrad and Corsairs's magnificent pursue offenses.

"Again, Suladân, any question?", Earnil smiles.

"You cheat, and it's also my sea rats comrades's mistakes caused by their eyes blanked by stinky golden coins, and they even flee far before me.", it seems the Grand Khan is much more stubborn than expected.

"Well, then as you wish.", Earnil does what matches his strategy.

Seeing the seemingly hardly caught prey escape again, Earnil knows it worth for the true victory.

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"Reporting for duty, we got a secret package intercepted by us.", in war, everything can happen.

"Bring it on.", Earnil doesn't hesitate and scan over it without wasting any time.

"What does it say?"

"It's from the Sangahyando , the head of the Corsair's guild, it tells us that our last victory has caused inner strife between his sea rats and those Harrad, as an result, he agrees if we assure his guild commercial privilege, then he'll join us to get Suladan. The signal will be given tonight by a white banner written with justice.", Earnil sees another chance.

"I don't trust these sea rats. This might be a trap. And even if it's not, these sea rats are much more untrustworthy then those Mumakil boys. They must plot screwing us after finishing their Harrad's allies, or even dealing with us both once and for all.", general @Starbrow claims his opinion as carefully as always.

Of course, most of the commanders of the meeting vote as disagree, after all, their reasons and thoughts are similar. Yet the same thoughts won't always bring the same conclusion.

"Who say I trust these sea rats, I only trust myself. @CirdanLinweilin , please manage a funeral for me. If they're so hostile, how can we let our sincere hosts kiss our cold arses. We shall respond them like this...like this...", meanwhile, everyone grins mysteriously.

 

[Hisoka Morrow]

Ch6 Trap the hunter
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The siege begins as expected, however, how it begins is another matter. The siege has been taking places for at least 4 hrs of the whole morning, yet no any combat composed of more than 1000 personnel has taken places in each basement with there're at least 10 combats happen in each hr. It'll be preferred to name the whole battle as many skirmishes instead of a fully intact battle.

"Reporting for duty, all our moles sneaked into the city have the totally same responds about the whole progress about Sangahyando's signal, yet I still wonder these sea rats are trustworthy or not, for the resistance seem not as strong as before, even though we can assume that their morale isn't that high, yet no signs of their inner chaos seem take places, I wonder what if our plan get exposed, shall we set more tactical reserves?", @Starbrow shows his anxiety.

"Is that so?I got the same feeling that if we our moles are exposed. Very well then, Ciryatur's IOUJ and Eowyn's marines shall attack from the rear, while me, you, Gaiwan, and Cirdan's elves shall act as the vanguard, all the others will stay as the frontal reserve.", Earnil decides to choose a more economic way to win.

"Sir, look!It's the signal."

"On my marks, all units attack from your post!", Earnil seemingly reckless action has some deeper plot according to his mystical grin.

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"Now we're ambushed again!What the fuck are our big smart Army commander doing?", @Sir Eowyn kicks the Nth Corsair out from his bayonet, with obvious complaint, thought not due to the combat hardness.

"So many fruit to kill, yet not the most urpine fruit.You're all already rotten ones and can't turn me on anymore, it's time to break you all. I've no interest in playing broken toys.", slaughtering every target like a piece of cake yet without any little emotion but only bored face, Ciryatur implied @Sir Eowyn their real mission again.

"Fine, but if I can't get exciting the latter mission, you'll have to pay my bill for the next celebration party.", showing impatient, @Sir Eowyn can only keep himself on this mission almost kills him.

As close quarter combat is 1 of their best knack, he IOUJ and the marines are having a piece of horribly boring cake by killing all kinds of ambushed enemies coming in endless ways so boring that almost kill them. Of course their brothers fighting on the other side seem not as lucky as they're.

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As an result of being ambushed by all kinds of combat personnel and trapped by all kinds of stuff in the streets, Earnil orders an full retreat at once. While breaking through the surrounding lines, Earnil finds out that this time he seems play for real too far. Under the ambush coming waves after waves, all Earnil's Army department's staff, not only officers like tactical staff but guards are lost due to the interception coming waves after waves, apart from Earnur slashing via all stand in his way. At last, there's a tiny luck among all the whole unfortunate table.

"This is the only gate not blocked by enemies yet, due to it's already set by fire due to mines's explosion.", it seems Earnil has no choice but making a desperate attempt.

"Follow me.", Earnur pulls his mount's rein a bit harder, jumping over the blazing sea with his horse.

"Fine, now my turn.", Earnil does the same as his gorilla-like son does.

It's in this moment, a blazing column falls just right to him.

"Oh no, my mustache and beard.", being pinned by a burning column falling down from his mount, Earnil is well protected by his armor from any damage, apart from those part of body not covered by it.

"Sir, are you alright?", heaving the burning column like a piece of cake, Earnur hardly hides his bad mood by such complicated and seemingly risky ruse.

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"I've told you in advance that you should have used a substitute.", rebuking Earnil with a little humor, @CirdanLinweilin shakes his head without comment by his emotionless poker face.

"Come on, I've accumulated such long beard for years, my price is heavy enough, and I need a next more new decades to pile them.", ridiculing himself and all the others, the mood becomes much more complex.

"Do you think this is funny?", @Starbrow tries his best to keep his serious face.

"Yeah, we're worried that we might held a real funeral for you.", @Sir Eowyn complains, hardly covering his face ready to laugh.

"I'm going to bring this to mommy after this war is over, this is too over.", Earnur roars.

"Alright, alright, I swear that I'll never play such dangerous game anymore, after all, my life isn't my own at all. Now it's time to go back for business.", Earnil knows that time is money.

"As scheduled, Ciryatur's IOUJ and Eowyn's marines will strike into the hearts of enemies' ranks, Cirdan's elvish expedition and the other knight-class units will be in charge of blocking their way of retreat, and all the other units like national guards will set fire net to makes them hives or Galadriel fried chicken. As for Earnur, he will be the bait, in charge of the whole fake funeral.", Chief of the Staff @Starbrow sets the well-organized operation, waiting for the last step-taking act.

"Bruh, why must I always do these bad-looking shit?", Earnur shows his complain in spite of his naughty obedience.

"Come on, lad, my ""defeat and funeral"" even makes me look worse.", Earnil mocks.

 

[Hisoka Morrow]

Ch7 Still No Surrender?
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Earnil's funeral now becomes this enemies's, and these're real instead of fake ones like Earnil's. As usual, all kinds of casualties filling up the whole battlefield, so devastating enough to make a ultimately stuffed traffic jam of the valley where Earnil's "funeral" takes places, and prove the Corsairs' and Harrad's utterly certain defeat is the only result. Thus, the routine trail goes again. Sangahyando 's treacherous abition ends up with meeting Mandos with empty hands.

"Again, my dear, any question?", Earnil asks calm but aggressively.

"Fine...I surrender.", Suladan replies.

"Well then, of course I'll release you.", Earnil seems to be mistaken sometimes.

"Wait, all your men were exhausted severely. Be my noble guests and let's have you refresh. I'll pay you tremendous tribute in return for your grace. Let me go back to my base to convince my men to surrender.", Suladan seems much more obedient by accidents.

"Well...then, why not, we're one all since then.", Earnil becomes so naive by chances.

"What the...", Chief of the Southern Army's staff @Starbrow sees something unique.

"Shut the **** off. It's party time.", Earnur cheers.

"That's an order, now, boys, have fun.", Earnil maybe lost his head.

following the cheers of all the Southern Army, powerful enough to shake even the heaviest hardware, Earnil gives an wrinkle to Ciryatur and his IOUJ, so deadly composed and vigilant.

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Seeing all the tributes escort are obviously elite combat personnel, Earnil convinces himself that his guess is absolutely correct further. The tributes is truly precious, Mumakil's ivory, rhino's horns, spices, and so forth, however, it's much more precious that Suladan knows how to use such artistic strategy.

Due to the logistic line's heavy burden, all Earnil's men have almost even forgotten what a true feast taste like, even though those with acutely sensitive gustatory sense something strange, doubting that it has been ordered to add up with "special" medicine into every provisions.

Anyway, the feast truly let everyone thinks the war is over, on the surface at least. While all the finest combat units of both side don't think so.

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Seeing his friend awakens from his drunk, ended up with the feast as the ultimate surprise of being gagged like a column, Earnil grins nicely. Again, Suladan's trick has been broken down. The night raid, ready for taking advantage of the feast from the Corsairs and the Harrad had been utterly annihilated in total by Earnil's ambush set in advance.
In the Southern Army Command's Department Tent, Earnil decides to play the routine so boring that even kills him for so many times, in spite of hiding it via his practically political skills.

"Do you know how many times have you been captured, my dear?You see, even those ordered by you to put strange stuff to faint my men have already joined my side, provided all the cures needed, and poisoned your provisions instead, do you have any more excuses to refuse surrender?", trying his best to keep him from going mad, Earnil asks nicely.

"You cheated via my feast!NO FAIR!", seeing all his men wanting to consider this stubborn Grand Khan as an invisible guy, Earnil shows his political skill again.

"Very well, yet I warn you, I got limits.", Earnil wrinkles at Earnur.

Earnur then shows Suladan how powerful a real gorilla is, by throwing him out of the tent yet at a soft bed filled up with cottons located at meters away. Then Suladan soon has his farewell in the mock filling up the whole Southern Army base.

"@Starbrow , are there any other Harrad tribes hasn't joined the battle yet?", Earnil wants to make sure that if his plan is intact or not, after all, the whole Harrad land might be much bigger than he thinks before.

"Worry not, sir, Ciryatur's IOUJ have brought us which tribes is your good little friend fleeing toward.", @Starbrow 's report lets Earnil know how Suladan will be brought in front of him for the next time.

 

[Hisoka Morrow]

Ch8 There're always traitors in your/our midst?

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Under the noisy midnight, a joyful celebration is being continued to held, first by the Harrads, then by the Gondor, yet the Corsairs have the whole procedure. All Suladan's high command are tied up and bring upon Earnil's command, full of staff seemingly leisure as no military operation appointed to them.

"My dear, this is the...5th time you got captured, and by your own marine little friends.", looking at his old friend naughtily, Earnil asks Suladan with powerful yet friendly accent.

"NO!NO!NO!IT'S THERE'S A TRAITOR IN MY MIDST!", Suladan refuses to confess any defeat.

"Well...there...are going to be...always traitors in your midst", answers humorously Earnil.

Apart from them, were bunches of captured Harrad and Corsairs military personnel, or tribes already surrender to Gondor. Everything just went well as Earnil expected before. For many of the Harrad tribes had already gotten covert by Earnil's fair and generous solution to the Harrad-Gondorains during Pelagir accident, adding up with his undiscriminating policies during his military terms of office at Southern Gondor province, it's a piece of cake that not few Harrad chieftains work as Earnil's inside men then took control of the whole city, seized the off-guard Grand Khan, and brought him to this Southern Army commander.

"I got much more tribal armed forces to summon, just you wait.", without any will to admit defeat, Suladan ran southern out of the gate.

"Sir Earnil, just as we have the deal in advance, my army are prepared for guiding you to capture this ungrateful savage, just remove all your garrisons from the positions we've negotiated before." Angamaitë , the mastermind who plotted the whole betrayal against his previous allies, now is playing fool to his next alley again.

"As you wish.", Earnil again, replies straightly.

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Now Umbar has become as peaceful as Pelagir in a few months before, aftermath reconstruction isn't costly at all, after all, those moles sneaked into Suladan's inner part really helps a lot...at least before. Once a man can be bought, he can be bought twice, Earnil is now waiting for these treacherous sea rats exposing their true color. But how they'll do so, or when they'll cause any trouble.

"Have me the Palantir and contact with @Aldarion .", something just notices Earnil that things aren't that simple as everyone expected before.

"Yes, sir!", no time is allowed to be wasted.

"How's going, @Aldarion ?", Earnil asks.

"All things went fine, we just devastated the Black-Gate frontal host and have it remains surrounded in the Black-Gate while no recons report that the 2 other frontal-host yet our Rhovanion TC as well. One strange thing is that we found more than 130 Dark Numenorains officers corps, at least 25 of them were even generals, and with some documents proving they're from Umbar's military high command. In addition, we also intercepted several messages and documents with special code at Cirith-Ungol, according to our initial decryption, it seems the Dark Numenorains were about to betray their Harrad allies at some juncture chances with enough coincidence to wipe all your arse out at the same time. And their high command seem to have enough cohesion to take part to fight to the very end. That's why the despite their devastating defeat at Pelagir by Ciryatur before.", too many folded mines are appearing faster than Earnil's solving them, however, all he can do now is no more than getting the stuff just before him in the first place.

"How's yours?", @Aldarion continues the business.

"A bit hard, yet it's worthy. Our policy worked well and at least a half of Harrad tribes declared surrender already. Now I'm just waiting for the treacherous rat Angamaitë to show his true color. We still can't make sure that the Rhovanion TC's real color for we got no any evidence, though I think we'll get it soon. I've set skirmish units to intercept all the transport lines and set rummage, though we've intercepted some messages still under decryption however. In order to prevent further surprising hell, I adapted all the marines divisions and the IOUJ into the 17th marine expedition commanded by Ciryatur, garrisoning Tolfalas of Belfalas's bay in case.", Earnil replies.

"Reporting for duty, sir, Angamaitë and all his units have launched attack at us and there're street combat everywhere now, the marine expedition have lost contact with us, the naval front has also started exchange fire. All units have reacted according to your command as counter-attack, your orders?", things are always full of coincidence.

"Well...it seems I'll go get the evidence you need soon, give me some Arnor Time, @Aldarion ." Earnil grins and departs for the front.

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"Pfff...these sea rats really got some skills. No wonder that's why Ciryatur and @Sir Eowyn were isolated.", i front of Earnil's sight, it's a fully intact Umbar fleet with all kinds of their warships chained together, blocking the whole Bay of Belfalas.

"This is no longer a fleet, this is a naval city.". Noldor Expedition commander @CirdanLinweilin and Chief of the Southern Army staff @Starbrow hold their breathe, and Earnur tries his best to control their blood thirst, though he seemingly still has a huge space to improve his skills about putting on an act, none is in any smooth mood now anyway,

"Sir, the Admiral requests communication with you.", while this is Earnil who always has a card to play.

"Gentlemen, I'll bring some surprises soon.", Earnil grins to tell everyone there're some big surprises to come before long.