Fanfic The Lost Scrolls of the Dúnedain-Shadow over Gondor1944:Retake our home

[Hisoka Morrow]

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Prologue:The victory can't bring victory

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It's still too early to let Earnil and whole Southern Army enjoy their victory against the Black Numenorains and Harad. The heartlands of Gondor are now almost under purged by the Easterlings in total. The factual Gondor is now only composed of the few several provinces still under it's control or retaken from their southern enemies. However, as a competent commander instead of a warrior, what appears in is totally different Earnil. The horribly much more Easterlings are nothing but a bunch of targets for his men to gain combat experience. What appears in Earnil's mind isn't the superior strength nor firepower of his foes, but their ultimately bluffed arrogance due to their last victory, about to lead to this ultimately precious chance.

"Sir!All deployment has been done!And Ulfang refuses our requirement for parlay.", Earnil's trap for reversing the hunters into preys is done.

"Good, let's all units wait for my signal!", seeing Ulfang refuses to replay the same tragic outcome against Ondorher, Earnil wastes no more time and prepare for the hunt.

Massive armor already fixed and added up with materials with good reflections began to block the sight of the coming Easterlings by reflecting the sunlight. What's more disastrous, all military hardware of all Gondor units have been mounted with optic convex lenses can condense the sunlight into beams shooting into all combustible military materials such as ammo cargoes, ammo boxes, and so forth. In a insane, massive mushroom clouds begin appear everywhere among the ranks of the Easterlings.

"Now, my boys!", the signal of full-frontal attack is given.

Due to the shortage of munitions caused by the recently frequent action, the firepower of Gondor military has been diminished. Yet putting all resources into good uses, it seems Earnil's men got much more than what's appearing on the data.

The vanguard is the Dol-Amorth division seeking nothing but vengeance for their fallen brothers died under Ondorher's banner. Though their recent strength data is far lower than their namely unit or even just matching a regiment, yet their combat performance tells everyone size matters nothing. The Dol-Amorth division commander Adrahil even strikes into the hearts of the whole Easterlings rank, cutting down Ulfang's banner in the 1st hr with Ulfang disappears in the messy fight too bad. However, there're something much funnier taking places.

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"Come on you apes, you wanna live forever, kill them all!", the diversionary vanguard is the 1st marine division, under the command of @Sir Eowyn , striking like an deadly dagger bumping into the ranks of the Easterlings in Osgilithas, where considered to the most impossible to land, yet bingo.

@Sir Eowyn heads into the western CBD via the Anduin river, striking down the sentries with his pistols and claims control it in the 1st hr. Under the naval cover arty firepower and the foes's from the eastern part is pinned, the marines flock into the city like wild hungry beasts crushing into the herds, slaughtering the seemingly formidable but slack foes. The whole Osgilithas is now no more than a butcher house, full of Gondorain marines stepping over Easterlings corpses and running after those still alive with their bayonets. The Easterlings are now getting what they've one to this city in the first place. The same punishment is showing up on the eastern part of the city.
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"So many urpine fruit, this begins to turn me on!", under the command of Ciryatan, first son of Adrahil, the 17th IOUJs regiment begin feast on the seemingly much stronger but factually remiss enemies's blood.

The IOUJs were the one who devastated Khamûl's 200000 Black Numenorians by killing 130000 of them in the battle of Pelagir when they're just prototype division in just a few months ago, at the cost of losing the whole 4000 of them, making them got only 1000 personnel after their recovery now. However, their performance prove their combat power far over more than what their data shows.

"Don't think all the fun are yours!", general @CirdanLinweilin commanding the Imladris expedition, allows none of his men to act behind the IOUJs.

Even though their original mission is just covering @Sir Eowyn , however, the horribly unaware defenders reward them much more than they expect. Like what's taking places in the western part, corpses die under cold steel keep falling out from every structures, along with flame throwers spitting blazing tongues making their targets into BBQ. While explosions caused by all kinds of sources such as arty, grenades, and so on, are having marksmanship show thanks to their badly unprepared enemies and making targets into Galadriel fried chickens.

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Osgithas is retaken in only 1 day with the very very very much bonuses of at least 80000 Easterlings beheaded, apart from those corpses not yet beheaded unable to be do so for their corpses are blasted into pieces, blazed into Galadriel fried chickens, and so forth. However, the commanders always see more than warriors

"Reporting for duty, sir!We got more 75000 Easterlings blazed corpses!And this data doesn't include the at least 83000 killed by arty when cleaning up the battle!", Earnur shows the difference between commanders and warriors.

"We can't eat corpses yet unless Valars are not with us. Give me the plunder we capture and estimate how much longer these supplies can afford our consumption than before.", to Earnil, the real battle is just about to begin.

 

[Hisoka Morrow]

Ch2: A desperate gamble

Recap: Earnil took advantage of the Easterlings overconfidence to win the splendid first hands, however, as the battle started getting prolonged, everything goes gloom. The Easterlings keep launching counter attack to avenge their first defeat. In addition, there's another much more severe threat-supplies's shortage.
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"OPEN FIRE!", coming waves after waves, the Easterlings turn a blind eyes to the dreadful firepower net and all kinds of traps, stepping over their own corpses instead of the earth.

"NO RETREAT!", under the threat of anti-retreat troops, the Easterlings keep flocking toward the Gondorains defenses.

Alongside from Osgilithas to Pelagir and Pelennor fields, all combat units have been putted into the best uses into every part of the whole Southern Army combat front. Elite units like the Imladris expeditionary, IOUJs or marines are all deployed between each weaker units like the states militants or the national guards, preventing the latter from any route yet receiving their assistance at any time. How formidable and perfect the defenses will be is without doubt.

Arty rounds causing explosions among Easterlings' ranks, causing them dying in groups with every shot. Bullets and arrows keep piercing through targets till being stuck into their last targets. All munitions even need no aiming to reach their max kill count of each shot. All intended intersperes and maneuvers targeting to the posts guarded by the weaker units like the 24th division or states militants, will get destructive outflank and cross firepower strike from those elite units nearby.

However, wars are always a matter of race to consume resources.
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"Reporting for duty!The new offense has been repelled!Our kill count is 153200 KIA and 65392 wounded. And we got only 15320 killed and 32605 wounded.", despising the seemingly splendid report, Earnil shows no any joy.

"Just tell me how long can our supplies maintain, including those we just plunder.", it's time to face the music.

"Sir...our recent ammo can provide all combat units on the average of 4 cardinals for each, yet our provisions can afford our consumption for only...1 more month.", the unpreventable music still must be faced.

"Fine...use them well...", Earnil roots himself out of the anxious mood right away.

"Maybe we should control Harad and set it as Royal Oraganized Territory and set governors over there again, of course at the price of much more autonomy and lower all kinds of civic obligation than the other provinces...", asks general @CirdanLinweilin .

In order to not win the Harad in physical battles but mental battlefield as well, Earnil claimed his last victory over the Harad not as a conquer but an total liberator instead. All kinds of policies matching his image to the Harad, such as freeing all Harad prisoners, authorizing them more political autonomy, and so on, have been putted into practices. Of course such series of conciliatory acts truly have truly won what they should receive, such as volunteer armed forces, volunteer economic support and so forth, though these gratitude might not immediately show their value.

"Nah...if forcing them to afford our such heavy recent military cost now, all our effort to win their hearts will be thrown into the shit holes, after all, their such severely devastated areas is already so poor that that even have to eat their own self. By the way, such exhausted areas truly can't afford us too sufficient budget even if we squeeze them to the most. What they provide us now may be far beyond than what they can already. ", everyone knows how many Harad boys join the Southern Army, making the whole Army able to keep fighting so well till now.

"Reporting for duty!Sir!General Minohtar is certain as KIA and the Northern Army has been secured totally annihilated, it's reported from Ithilien governor interim Steward Pelendur.", the official documents shows Earnil what's not supposed to come is just coming at the knothole.

Everyone begin to silence. Elvish commanders begin to write their own tabulates, like @CirdanLinweilin . Gondor ones yet have a variety of reaction, the calm ones like @Starbrow or @Sir Gawain d'Orchany are planning for a earth scourge, on the other hand, those blood thirsty like Earnur or disciplined ones like Ciryatur or @Sir Eowyn are preparing for their last stand with their excitement showed by the former and hidden by the latter.

"Is Pelendur located at Minas-Ithil?", general Adrahil commander of the Dol-Amorth division maybe get encouraged by the motivation to seek vengeance for their fallen brothers.

"Sir, the whole 3 Easterlings frontal hosts has suffered from at least 1000000 dead casualties before facing us, then how can they refresh their strength so soon?In addition, their quality seem obviously far weaker than they showed before they engaged us!This must mean that their true combat power is severely distracted.",Adrahil lightens new hope.

"In addition, if they truly conscripted so many new flesh and get such tremendous budget, how can their reign over their new occupied areas afford such heavy cost after being devastated by such frequent and heavy conflicts. There could lead to only 1 result-the support of the people. And if that's so, we can play the same role as a liberator as we did in Harad." , Adrahil pushes everyone further.

"Then where shall we sneak behind them?The Easterlings are overconfident yet not fools at all. As we've scouted before, their recons and intellectual agents must have controlled all these lands after these months of occupation." @CirdanLinweilin shows a little unfamiliar with the environment of Gondor due to his elvish identity.

"The most impossible way-Minas-Ithil.",Adrahil seems got some exclusive skills.

 

[Hisoka Morrow]

Ch3 The dices are thrown
Recap: In order to reverse their seemingly already decided doom, general Adrahil commander of the Dol-Amorth division, proposed to sneak attack from Minas -Ithil, where the most unexpected pass. Earnil at last approved the operation. As an result, the operation dices thrown has been operated. Forming the Ithilien corp, composed of Adrahil's Dol-Amorth division, Ciryatur's IOUJ regiment, the 1st marine division under @Sir Eowyn , the 1st Ithilien territorial corp's cavalry division under @Starbrow , and the 2nd Ithilien territorial corp's inf division under @Sir Gawain d'Orchany . Thus the dices are truly thrown.
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Executing those proposed arriving at Minas-Ithil right away,Adrahil made none of both side dared or expected thinking about engaging at Minas-Ithil, before. Under Adrahil's swift and mature command, the Ithilien corp acts like thunder passing through the full Cirith-Ungol's pass in only 1 day. However, all men make plan, only Ainur make the outcomes. Recons had reported Khamul's leading more than several divisions at least, heading toward their position. Of course, pro players always have reserved plans. at least as much as possible. Now a temporal meeting is taking places not due to having none volunteer to take charge of diversionary but too many instead.

"Well...as suspected, we're tracked. Any volunteer to check their advance?Only 1 unit I need, I repeat.", knowing all his men are bad asses yet very needed for the coming battles, sometimes it's really hard to make choice when there're too many options even for pro commanders like Adrahil.

"Aye, sir. As you say always, we're no father and sons but commanders to soldiers. You know I'm the best choice.", Ciryatur responds the duty.

"Fine...all units, listen up, Ciryatur's IOUJ is a regiment fits such terrain the most among us. His unit has done too many horribly great works of kicking many asses with only a handful guys. I order him to check Khamul's advance. Any question?You'll all get your fun and honor in the coming game, so make your decision according your profession instead of honor.", Adrahil must force his boys to face the factual music in practicable and mature ways.

"Very well, if no question, then the meeting is finished. All units, on my marks, head toward Minas-Ithil with full speed.", Adrahil hardly press his emotion between fathers and sons and continues the business.

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Steward Pelendur is now having his countdown for the last stand. Alongside the whole Harad road, from Cair-Andros to Minas-Ithil, were full of roads built up with all kinds of casualties instead of normal materials. Even though without namely regulars due to the annihilation of the Northern Army, Ithilien truly matches it's warlike nickname of province ruled by bad asses, making them provide enough military resources and strength to fend off the Easterlings's countless waves of offenses.

Since even Minohtar succeed the Northern Army's command, everything in Ithilien has stand as the greatest luck among all awful fortune. Not only owning many para-military units but also having massive purely reserved as tough as well-trained regulars, Ithilien stood as an unbreakable wall piling with nothing the corpses of Easterlings. Those who serve in the Ithilien local military even can get transferred into Gondor military regulars at the cost of degrading 2 ranks only. As an result, after the Northern Army's annihilation, all men under Minohtar's command keep their role as the final stand for Pelendur, who truly fights as a totally competent commander.

After the death of Minohtar and his men's annihilation, Pelendur has been no longer only a office worker but a total military commander as well.Knowing the defeat of King Ondorher in the first places, Pelendur took charge of Steward as his Prime Minister's duty , evacuated all residents from the defenseless Osgilithas right away, and won enough precious time for Earnil's counter offenses. However, it seems that these're all in vain. Weeks after weeks, the only source of news has been the Plantir only, with nothing but the unchanged gloom reports as standoff. And what left in Pelendur hands is nothing but several devastated units mostly composed of armed kids and women.

Outside, are those comrades, mostly will meet him in the Mandos's Hall before long. Since he took Minohtar's duty, Pelendur has already prepared to meet the same fate as Minohtar. Fighting without any hope to live, Pelendur even makes his foes think that Minohtar is still in charge. The increasing rate of casualties for the Easterlings is the best proof for this. Of course the factual work seems limited, no more than letting Pelendur die without sense of guilt nor shame.

"All units, report your situation.", Pelendur is now having his countdown as his Steward's duty end in his office, already a relic due to bombardment.

"Sir!There're new messages from the Palantir!"

"So...is it about my successor die before me?", sometimes seemingly wounds will be salted.

"No, sir, it's from general Adrahil...who is 12 km from us.", or coals will be sent in the snowstorm.

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Khamul has truly arrived, according to Ciryatur and his IOUJ's turned on lust for annihilation.

"TIME TO BREAK YOU!Khamul!YOU'VE BEEN MATURE ENOUGH!", as the whole Khamul's forces step into Ciryatur's all kinds of well-prepared destructive traps, the whole battle starts a new butcher house.

 

[Hisoka Morrow]

Ch4 Come on you apes!You wanna live forever?
Recap:In order to prvent being outflanked by Khamul's forces from their back, Adrahil ordered his son Ciryatur and his IOUJ regiment to intercept the 2nd strongest Nazgul. At last, Adrahiland his Ithilien corp arrived in the 11th hr and get contact with Pelendur, while Ciryatur met Khamul at the same time. Thus, a new page of killing ground begins.

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"Our foes still outnumber us!Yet not out-strength us for certain. Their chained Kataphracts div composed of 30000 chained Kataphracts personnel are no jokes, yet due to being chained by 3 personnel into 1 line, their weakness is obvious. If 1 personnel of every group gets stumbled, the 2 others won't have a good time at all. Yet those in charge to stumble them will meet us in Mandos's Hall next time. Any volunteer?", Adrahil must try his best to make the most of everything in his hands.

"Aye!", @Sir Gawain d'Orchany responds.

"My men's homes are all in Ithilien, if Ithilien lives, they live. If it falls, they'll do so as well. In addition, the other guys got much more horrible marksmanship and firepower, why should they get wasted with the messy fight with those Easterling iron monsters?The fun of smash with them is mine!", @Sir Gawain d'Orchany responds calmly according to his profession.

"Very well. I think @Sir Gawain d'Orchany is the best choice for this lovely smash. Any question?", Adrahil continues.

Everyone knows it's not the time for arguing for pride and honor. The coming silence is the best answer.

"Very well. Now our next mission is to take control of the 1028 and 203 high ground. So that we kick their asses like having marksmanship show by having them as targets, and don't forget to hold till Pelendur's arty arrive, only they might got enough ammo to not waste these 2 places. @Starbrow and @Sir Eowyn will take charge of these 2 key places. Any questions?Though I think the answer is clear.", Adrahil knows it's time.

"No, sir. Just tell us when will we shall start kicking their asses or meet our brethren in Mandos's Hall." @Sir Eowyn expresses everyone's answer.

"Very well, then move our arses. Gentlemen, tonight, WE DIME IN MANDOS'S HALL!", A powerful roar from Adrahil has declared operation to begin.

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Outside there, the clashes between cold steel and all kinds of firepower claims the only hope is flashing upon Pelendur. @Sir Gawain d'Orchany 2nd inf div of Ithilien TC are having the 1st round in the open field in front of Minas-Ithil.

"TASTE THIS!ZOOPHYTIC BITCHES WITH HORSES !", as @Sir Gawain d'Orchany 's order is given against the Easterlings's trump cards-chained kataphracts, the 2nd inf div of Ithilien TC show their trump cards against these steel monsters as the ultimate favor returned, not some traditional pike walls but something far much astonishing-slashes at the horses's legs.

The outcome is ultimately destructive for @Sir Gawain d'Orchany , and to his Easaterlings's rivals much more destructive. As each inf uses their Haladin war axes slashing their targeted at the cost of being trampled or pressed into meat sauce, each three Kataphracts will get stumbled together, fly out for more than 10 meters far and face the same result as sliced meat due to the heavy crashes. In other words, each @Sir Gawain d'Orchany 's men will bring the enemies 3 times more than him as his company to Mandos's Hall. On the other hand, there seems another much more splendid show is taking places on the other side.

Behind the citadel of Minas-Ithil, something decisive and bloody is appearing among mountains behind the scene of @Sir Gawain d'Orchany meat grinder at the open field.

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"Where should we meet them?Easterlings're everywhere.", Pelendur hardly uses his already squeezed brain to guess how he should meet his rarely precious reinforcement.

In order not to expose too much, Adrahil only told Pelendur his own plan and then started Palantir silence since then. Now it seems that hide and seek had better not be allowed to play.

"There's only 1 way to make the most of us all, the 1028 and 203 high grounds." Lt.general@Keith Mathison survived from the King Ondorher's massacre replies.

After being found alive from the betrayal of the Rhovanion TC, Lt.general @Keith Mathison keeps thinking of vengeance for his fallen brothers in spite of day and night. Now taking the post as the Chief of Pelendur's Ithilien TC staff due to his deadly wound, Lt.general@Keith Mathison can't find no chances at all till now in this juncture.

"Outstanding!Take whatever you need!Time to fulfill your oaths to avenge your brothers!Kill them all!", @Keith Mathison receives the most wanted answer.
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"Hey!My delicious fruit!Have you sensed the taste of orgasm when we met for the first time in Pelagir?You can't turn me on anymore. It's time to destroy you.", taunting his old rival, Ciryatur is having his IOUJ used all kinds of means slaughtering Khamul's men.

In spite of the shortage of munitions due to the tactical goal to cause surprising attack, the IOUJs let Khamul notice that his destructive defeat in Pelagir wasn't a nightmare but an devastatingly desperate funeral for real. All kinds of shots are showing Khamul and his men that they got the pleasure to witness the finest marksmanship far beyond any rival in the whole ME. Landslide caused by all kinds of mechanic keeps burring Khamul's men from every directions.

"Mortal fools!Do you really think your puny tricks will work twice to me?", Khamul's grim expresses what's no pain then no gain, the result on every side is clear-to win or die.