~ Jussidude invasion - Arrows of Destiny Kingdom 149 ~

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In the war-torn land of Kingdom 149, the echo of conflict spread between the castles like a cold wind. The ancients said that war was born from a single spark of fire, and this would be no exception, since the name that ignited the blaze was indeed that of Jussidude, a feared archer of the RRH alliance, renowned for his swift, devastating, and precise shot. His accuracy had already sealed his fate in previous battles: the arrow that emerged from the bowstring was already doomed, all glory had been bestowed.

Another Name cited the voice from the other side: Len Len, one of the identities specific to the sCs alliance, reputed to be the guardian of a very vast military potential. That the spotlight on the two named figures had been avoided in one of the opportunities seized, a time of legitimate hope, would have been worth far more than this confrontation looming. But ultimately, the hypothesis of anticipation, in the silent street, in proportion to the countryside subjected to the aforementioned shock, and in the rout of the convoys that followed one another along its route, gave rise to a familiar presumption, one that would have to be confronted.

Things are getting out of hand, declared the scouts, observing suspicious movements along the borders. Messengers, like pigeons, are running tirelessly between alliances, and soldiers swore they saw some shadow stir in the pre-dawn warmth. Here is the kingdom in question. A battle, the future one, where bards would still declaim later, perhaps even with seasoned voices. Already, in this silent air, the archer, on the rowel of his bow, felt the string.

⚔️ First attack - The breach in the citadel

The preparations had been both brief and meticulous; the flames of the campfire danced around the faces of the RRH troop groups as the commanders reviewed the aiming for their offensive actions. But a cloud of doubt remained. After all, Len Len was not an adversary like any other: its fortress had withstood assaults that were certainly more massive. The stones of its rampart had almost preserved the memory of the cries of past battles.

But when the first rays of dawn pierced the clouds, the silence was shattered. A volley of arrows burst forth like a shower of dark comets, cleaving the air with unexpected precision. Positioned on higher ground, Jussidude observed the movement of his troops, ready to adjust the angle of fire with the slightest shift in the wind. The sentries of sCs were seized with helplessness: the front line itself hesitated long before Len Len could measure the magnitude of the earthquake.

The assault was at its peak. The roar of the siege engines twisted the fort's foundations. Groups of archers advanced, protected beneath the mass of white gauntlets, the infantrymen's swags. Shouts, the clash of metal, the dust of galloping horses, and the cry of the same voice howled through the air, multiplying each minute with the taste of lost eternity, but the RRH pressed on.

Suddenly, the balance was reached: an explosion, a dull crunch, and a section of the wall cracked. A breach had just been created. This was enough to send panic gripping the defenders, who began to waver despite Len Len's formidable forces.

Jussidude wins 196k against 392M for Len Len.

Len Len loses its lord.

At the very moment the citadel site was invaded, among the soldiers, the emblematic symbol of the Lord of Len Len, abandoned near the ruins of the keep, was spotted. Its capture was met with a piercing cry: a dizzying blow for the sCs alliance, a thunderbolt throughout the kingdom. Len Len's defeat in a battle where the difference in power seemed so absurd to everyone had the effect of a great slap in the face to all the witnesses.

Yet, Jussidude did not celebrate his victory. The archer knew that these high victories were merely steps in the process. The still-smoldering flames of the battlefield illuminated groups of enemy troops who, though without a lord, continued to coalesce. If he left the battlefield now, a fraction of the enemy forces could be reborn.

A doubt rippled through the ranks: should they continue the assault or retreat? While some voices argued that staying would be madness, others saw this moment of weakness as a golden opportunity. A choice presented itself, almost instinctively: they had to finish what had been started.

⚔️ Second attack - The end of the remaining troops

Before the ashes of the first battle had even cooled and RRH's troops had already reformed, the air still thick with the smell of burning iron and the more acrid scent of fear, Jussidude had repositioned her archers. This time, there were no surprises. The defenders knew the assault was coming. But did they know how many men they had lost?

The last remnants of Len Len's troops, lacking command structure and solidarity, were attempting, at the very last minute, to form a line of resistance. Many veterans were willing to die, but not without giving their last ounce of strength. Others understood that it was only a matter of time before the great defensive line would collapse completely.

When the assault occurred, it happened almost silently. A hail of arrows rained down in a place and at a pace that seemed to obey the ticking of a phantom clock. The projectiles struck their targets precisely, scattering enemy groups already struggling to regroup. The few usable siege engines within sCs were silenced in minutes.

It was sudden and devastating. Without a lord to guide them, the Len Len battalions began to crumble like a phantom army trying to halt its decline when a few advanced to the front lines, attempting a breakthrough to reach the rear of the RRH lines. But already, the archers of Jussidude were filtering through the black waves of shadow that enveloped them before reaching the muddy field that separated the armies.

After a final, perfectly synchronized assault, the clash of iron and metal ceased.

Jussidude's Victory 0 against 79M for Len Len

Despite its lesser formality, this second act disarmed sCs' forces. No danger remained to hold off the retreating RRH troops. On the battlefield, it was done: cleared; the enemies were scattered, the fortress silent.

Kingdom 149 then understood that this was not a clash of two players, but a dazzling and decisive display of strategy, audacity, and the art of combat.

📜 Conclusion :

The name of Jussidude spread throughout the kingdoms with the force of a breath, carrying the news of this double attack of lightning simultaneity. This demonstrated to the allies that even the thickest ramparts would fall prey to the same efficient distress of ruin when it held together the consensus of wills, united by common concerted action, precision, and strategy.

For Len Len, the rout was a sufficient reminder of past grandeur to make a stir, so deeply did it mark both the memories and the ruins of the citadel.

Kingdom 149, in uncertainty, has transformed itself, already preparing for its future wars, on one side or the other, with the foresight of silence, because sooner or later a new territory would have to be contested, while everyone knew that the attack was being recounted, that it would have its own mythology, so brutal was it, and so much could the name, almost legendary, bear, draw from.

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