A New World, New Start (REMAKE) (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 3: A Prelude For A Conflict

(Imperial Tiănese Army rapidly advancing in a few days of the war)

(A/N: As you guys know, it has a sci fi tag, because I want something different. Of course, Elysium is still in the 1980s and already OP even though it is "severely" weakened, so I'm planning to add a bit of spice in the mix, and have some new world countries have 17th to mid 20th century technologies. But to add more for the plot, I'm planning to have another country that is at the same technology as Elysia, and is from the same world as Elysia. Just a bit of spoilers, but that's it)

(A/N: Another note to keep in mond throughout this novel. Yes, Elysia has an Albanian population when they first arrive in Novaroma, but this Albanian population is unlike it's European counter part. The Novaroman Albanians are more Hellenized than Slavic, has more Roman influence, and are Orthodox. Just forgot to add it and too lazy to change it)

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Kingdom of Maurice, Benshool
August 10, 1986
10:03 AM

For days, Benshool had been under siege, and the situation was growing more dire by the hour. The once-bustling city was now isolated, surrounded by the relentless forces of the Tiăn Empire. The massive walls of the city, though still standing, bore the scars of constant bombardment. Cannon fire rained down on them daily, but through sheer resilience and craftsmanship, they had held-though it was clear they wouldn't last much longer.

On top of those walls stood Commander Harold Woodsman, a seasoned veteran in his early fifties. His weathered face was etched with the strain of the battle, and his once-pristine silver armor, adorned with intricate blue designs, was now smeared with dirt and blood. In his hand, he gripped a long sword, the blade gleaming in the sunlight as he cut down enemy soldiers scaling the walls. Beastmen from the Tiănese forces, determined and fierce, continuously mounted ladders to breach the defenses, only to be met by Harold and his men.

"Hold the line!" Woodsman shouted, his voice hoarse but commanding, as he kicked a ladder off the wall, sending several soldiers plummeting to their deaths below.

The defenders, fatigued and worn, rallied around their commander, fighting with everything they had left. Arrows flew, swords clashed, and screams echoed through the air, but the Maurician defenders refused to give in. Beside Woodsman, a young lieutenant, barely in his twenties, rushed over, his face pale with exhaustion. "Commander Woodsman! The eastern gate is under heavy assault. We won't be able to hold much longer!"

Harold clenched his jaw. The eastern gate had been the weak point in their defenses, and the Tiănese forces knew it. They had thrown their most formidable units against it, hoping to break through.

"We'll hold them here for as long as we can," Woodsman replied, his tone grim. "Send reinforcements to the gate. Tell them to hold out at all costs. We can't let those bastards inside the city."

As the young lieutenant ran off to deliver the orders, Harold turned back to the battle at hand. His sword cut through the air as another wave of beastmen clambered up the walls. The smell of smoke and death filled his nostrils, but he couldn't afford to falter-not when so many lives were depending on him.

Then suddenly, a fireball from a Lòng Quîshi hurtled down, smashing into the ground just beneath and outside the wall. The impact shattered the cement, causing Commander Harold Woodsman to lose his footing and plummet to the ground. As he lost consciousness, his fading vision showed Tiănese soldiers flooding in and slaughtering his men. Then, images of his wife and daughter began to appear in his mind, and realizing that they're still in the city. In that moment, Benshool has fallen, and thousands of innocent citizens of Benshool were raped, massacred, or enslaved.