Delvin got out of the trap and ran away to the east with the child in his arms.
'Lets kill these damned creatures!' Sargent Morgan shouted as they launched their tanker bombs on the alien invaders.
'Be careful, Zenana! Don't let that fire land on you!' Captain Sodanga yelled loudly, but it was too late.
'Oh no! Ouch!' Zenana screamed as his tanker was blown out.
Delvin could hear them as he ran away, not looking back.
'Ha ha! I am enjoying this way too much. Really is this all humans have got?' Tumanja asked in an alien native language and composition dialect.
'You are right, I too love this invasion!' Basugan replied enthusiastically and full of excitement.
'Basugan, how many tankers have been destroyed by you so far?' Tumanja inquired inquisitively.
'Four, I suppose I am on the lead here!'
Horrified cries could be heard as more deaths increased among humans.
General Martins was at ZamCorp Base One when the invasion had begun. It was supposed to be his day off. However, he had lots of unfinished work from yesterday, and the whole of last week's workload, he needed it done before Monday. Upon analyzing the dire situation which had befallen in Plagatoscal city, he took cover in the secure safe vault. While there, he tried to communicate with ZamCorp Base Two, but there was no network.
'What is happening?' General Martins roared in anger.
'How come there is no communication?' He paced up and still talking to himself.
He attempted with ZamCorp Base Three, but he couldn't get through, and the same applied for ZamCorp Base Four.
'Damned!' General Martins slummed down on a small table in agitation.
That meant they were on their own. I hope maybe the super soldiers will come to the rescue because their base camp is just two hundred miles from Lusaka township. General Martins thought.
On the Red Planet, Dosanko and Jacoda walked side by side into the palace of Granadatorator dining hall, where Bracandon was lavishly enjoying himself with different super-delicious dishes. Seven beautiful women accompanied him, stuffed their plates with portions of grilled chicken, roasted meat, sausages to name a few. It's a really great buffet. Bracandon twisted his head to the east side of the room, where the entrance was positioned, two figures walked in, 'Welcome, my faithful and royal comrade, please join me, eat and drink, make yourselves merry, there is more than you can afford to finish, but don't touch nor glance at my women.' King Bracandon said joyfully, he was in a good lively mood and positive vibes could be felt coming out from his dark horror.
You could hear chuckles, whispers of excitement and happy women with ridiculous gazes and smiles that steal one's soul. King Bracandon looked very happy and lively. The two colleagues glanced at each other, their faces fixed with puzzlement and unbelief. Instantly, their faces swiftly swapped into a grand spectacle of an all smile while their mouths were already salivating, their stomachs rumbling, itching for some of those delicacies on the high table, it's not that they didn't eat earlier on that day, it's just that the food at the palace of Granadatorator was of high standard, prepared by the best chef's in Mars, and sharing with the King Bracandon Montagwa himself was an honor and a dream of all the young and old men in that generation. They hurriedly squeezed themselves onto the high table. The high table had about twenty-two chairs in total, a length of thirty meters long and five meters width, was made of pure ivory and gold and a soft melancholic classic music was being performed by an orchestra situated at the north of the dining hall, ten gracefully dressed servants stood around the table as waiters, their eyes secretly admiring the seven blessed women, wishing it could have been them, but their destiny was attending to the needs of the King Bracandon Montagwa, it was what they could not take lightly, it was the highest calling, they had to be grateful, cherish every second of it and maybe one day they could come close to that kind of trust the king had for Dosanko and Jacoda. Dosanko began, after tasting the gravy made from buffalo meat, 'My Lord, the mighty Amatanganya has finally invaded planet Earth. As we are speaking, there must be severe blood shade.'
Looking at King Bracandon Montagwa, expecting to see his reaction. However, he didn't react to the news. It's clear that the king heard him but chose to completely ignore him, like he had never heard whatever he had just spoken. All Dosanko could see was him flirting with the women. Dosanko figured that being silent was perhaps a proper course of action rather than risk angering the King by emphasizing on the subject. He shut his mouth and was not going to utter any word until spoken to. He could see that the king was completely in the mood to enjoy himself. Dosanko cut his direct gaze at King Bracandon Montagwa, then he drove it to Jacoda, his fellow conspirator and a partner in crime, who too had stuck his entire focus on the food on his plate. It was now the right time for King Bracandon to speak his mind, 'I guess we should prepare ourselves for battle. The moment the mighty Amatanganya leaves that planet, we should go ahead and clean up the remaining dirt on that land, and get some valuable items left by the mighty Amatanganya. We need to strike when the iron is still hot. Perhaps we can find the chosen female has survived and scoop her over for ourselves and bring some slaves here.'
Dosanko and Jacoda's faces transformed with shock as they paused eating, this news they could not have predicted.
Back on Earth, tankers that had just arrived were backed up by a convoy of ten thousand trucks loaded with super-soldiers. In the sky, helicopters and aircraft, jet suits, rockets, were all firing at the alien airships, but the Plagatoscal city weapons were not good enough to even drop one airship possessed by the alien army. All that was seen was more of the fireballs dropping from the sky burning and exploding tankers, helicopters, rockets, jets and jet suits being blown off, or being smashed by airships and the super-soldiers could not use big missiles for fear of killing civilians. For the mighty Amatanganya, it was a whole different story. They cared for nothing but executing judgment, as explosions continued which blew up the tankers like they were just simple cars.
Dastany knew that there was no hope for humans in Lusaka town, as he had found a place to hide himself and the pretty little girl and kept watching the massacre unfolding with his special eyesight. He could hear their cries, and morning. Within two hours, all that was left was sobbing, mourning, crying, screaming, blood gushing out like hot springs, the entire town looked like one demolished building. The enemy continued clearing the land.