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How started this battle? The mists of cannons and gunpowder gets up from the ground and inflates the air, clouds the mind, like the mysterious curse that permeates everything on the battlefield of the Royal Sector. It all started with the first garrisons on the respective fortresses, the Royal Palace for the allies, the Astra Militarum stronghold for the traitors, deploy of precious artillery, the defense of the outer walls, and a rapid strike force to conquer the hill, which is, or is better say, was, the sector of the city high containing the military district of the intercontinental missile silos. But the loot, contended, was lost by both, the devastating explosion of the whole sector, a missile from an ork stuka, from the now legenardy blood axes squadron of stukas had reached the deposit of the warheads. Then, the first apocalypse of fire and destruction. Then it was the turn of the long siege of the outer walls to defend their space ports, and for both the city walls have collapsed under the weight of fierce bombing. The forces of chaos twice attempted the conquest, the first failed at the gates of the outer walls; the second, with the support of a spaceship Class Luna of the black legion and a titan legion battle group, stopped before it was too late by a class Unicorn imperial space ship, driven directly by the admiral in command of the allies fleet. The result was the second apocalypse of fire and destruction that has upset the entire sector in front of the allies space port and signed the end of the second chaos invasion, which in effect coincided with the defeat of the allies attack on the traitor outer walls. And now, after a brief as cruel battle as all now intend as "the hill": the ruins of the city high, now on the front of the traitor outer walls the battle presses again, with the army of Slaanesh in advance, under support fire of the Legio Cariosus, while the hordes of Khorne swarm down the hill. The allies forces, watching the entire battle, began to lose ground, in a neat as inexorable retreat to the royal palace, the hellenic house of King Minos. The king of the new Babylon. They are losing. Militarily in difficulty, relying on a finite number of reinforcements, for them the battle is to win as soon as possible, and yet, hour after hour, now countless, the wished outcome of the battle seems increasingly distant. But these are only guesses and dark thoughts of a general. Of General Daikun, nestled in thick clouds of his thoughts, and cigars, but the reality is war, and it's all in front of him.Thanks Stormwind! So, here another piece of drama, an epic turn 20. http://eatotalwar.forumfree.it/?t=67265272&st=30#entry570989787    ...and so on.
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