As George's hand dropped, signaling the start of the attack, the snipers opened fire. A barrage of gunfire echoed through the night as precision shots tore through the advancing goblins. Their small, twisted bodies crumpled to the ground in droves, but for every one that fell, another took its place. The sheer number of them seemed impossible, a wave of darkness rolling toward the wall.
The heavy guns atop the towers roared to life next, the deafening booms shaking the very foundations of the stone wall. The large-caliber rounds tore through the goblin ranks, sending limbs and bodies flying. Fires lit up the night as the explosions from the artillery struck deeper into the enemy lines. The goblins shrieked and howled, their numbers dwindling, but still, they pressed on.
George stood at the edge of the wall, gripping his rifle tightly as he barked orders to his team. "Focus your fire! Take out the trolls when they get closer!"
