Chapter 875 - Phase 2: The Blow Up!
Meanwhile, as Holt and his gang were making their way towards the gate, the armed vehicles" were already closing in on the place.
The good thing was that the entire camp was fenced, so they wouldn't have to worry about a fire spreading and burning the entire forest.
That would be disastrous.
It's because of this that they couldn't begin firing until they were directly before the walls.
"This is BAF-12 (Beta Air Force) to Ground team.
The geese are concentrating around the gate.
I repeat, the geese are concentrating around the gate."
"Copy that.
Over."
Lieutenant Jenkins within the leading tank, smiled when he saw the barred gate that was hastily being lowered.
Heh.
They want to stop them from going in?
Not a chance.
Boom!
A terrible blinding light tore the enemy's eyes, followed by an ear-splitting sound that completely shook their core.
The sound of the explosion echoed painfully as if it were the anguished cry of the Gods.
Hot, hot, hot.
The air was as hot, making the enemies within the gate tunnel struggle to breathe.
They were completely engulfed by Orange-blackish flames that seemed to devour their very being.
W-w-w-what was going on?
Slish.
"Ahhhhh!"
Pieces of the barred metal gate flew right into their bodies at an incredible speed that slashed several body parts off.
The explosion created a mysterious force that yanked and threw them far away uncontrollably.
Their bodies trembled as blood continuously forced its way out of their mouths.
Pluh.
In not more than 10 seconds, those within lethal range of the attack were dead, while those at mid-range came out with a few internal and external injuries here and there.
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Holt, who had just arrived at a safe distance, stared at the risking smoke from the gate tunnel in a daze.
He had never heard that kind of thunderous sound before unless lightning struck.
And the destruction level, coupled with the spine-chilling sounds, made him inward grow pale.
But the night sky was so clear and bright.
So he had to rule out the possibility that this was caused by lightning.
But if not, then was it possible that it was an enemy?
Dammit!
No matter who they were or what ghosts had come to terrorize him, he was ready to fight them till the very end.
"Quickly!
Get to the wagons at the end of the camp and bring overall barrels of black powder."
"But Commander, we were planning to use that when we evade the Capital City."
"Shut up!
Are you the Commander, or am I the commander?
Do what I say now!"
Holt was spitting fire at the men as he yelled and rained several commands at them.
"Archers, take position here and fire at anything that dares to set in.
Another set should station themselves over there.
You morons!
What the hell are you still standing here for?
If you've already been told what to do, then hop to it!"
"Yes, Commander!"
"Warriors.
Ready your swords, and stay in formation.
Everyone, the enemy might burst through the tunnel any moment from now.
So be on guard!"
And right on cue, the war tanks appeared.
The moment they saw the tank's long nose, they instantly took action.
They didn't know what it was since its body was still within the thick smoke from the previous explosion.
But seeing the long nose suspending in the air gave them chills.
.
"Shoot! Short! Shoot!
Shoot that thing now!"
Thup Thup.
Thup Thup.
Arrows upon arrows flew towards the table like crazy.
The air was tense and the enemy was anxious.
Fear crawled like a spider, threading its web of terror in their hearts.
They shot and shot with everything that they had, hiking that whatever was shredded by the thick fog would die already.
But how could things be that simple?
Boom Boom Boom Boom!
Lieutenant Jenkins in the leading tank threw several ground-shattering shots at them in all directions.
And after that, he quickly stepped to the side, giving room for the other tanks to make their way towards their destinations as planned.
Boom.
The first line of archers were sent flying into the air like ants, and their so-called formation was broken in a matter of seconds.
Amidst their destruction, the thing that made them anxious was because till now; they hadn't seen the cause of their suffering yet.
Can you stop attacking us, and at least let us see you?
Those that were on the verge of death felt very hurt by this fact.
Who would like dying without knowing the culprit that led to their demise?
These proud Deifer men were very much unwilling.
But what did that have to do with the soldiers?
.
Jenkins went straight ahead, alongside 4 other tanks in formation.
He cleared the land, raised the ground and shattered everything within his path.
The enemy had roughly 15000 if not 17000 men, while they were not even up to a thousand, but had heavy artillery with them.
Now, it was time to go crazy within these walls.
Boom Boom Boom Boom.
Anguish screams came from within the mist.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!"
Those within only yelled out in pain and never dared to voice out their injuries.
If it were another empire, the people might scream: My leg!... or something like that.
But these Deifer men believed that doing so would make them weak.
Their ego wouldn't let them.
So all they could do was scream in the manliest way ever before dying.
Holt was in despair when he saw the results after the smoke had cleared up in some places.
What made him even more alarmed was that, just now, he had been smacked on the face with a finger.
Pah.
The scene he saw was one that he would never forget in his entire life.
The battlefield had become a graveyard of the unburied and the injured.
The sight before him really took his breath away.
The ground had been uprooted, forming several deep holes.
One could also see a lot of severed body parts too.
The men were the most pitiful.
The ground was dyed red as the foul stench of blood filled the place.
How was this possible?
Holt trembled and slowly took several steps back before filling making a run for it.
No matter what, he had to escape.
His highness Winston must be informed.
And where were the bastards that he sent to get the barrels of black powder?
Boom Boom Boom Boom.
Everyone was in hell!