Imperial troops are advancing.
The biggest problem for them in the south forest was the 4-meter-high aggressive spiders, Trolls, and slimes. There were also Orcs and goblins, and apparently, there were several tribes. Who were creating difficulties for them.
Goblins and Orcs were the most common.
Orcs are like a mix of humans and hairless apes; their strength is like a gorilla in calculation; they are clumsy, and goblins are small and stupid but cunning and use more complex weapons like daggers, spears, etc.
They were the most numerous.
But it was the trolls who caused the most trouble for the soldiers.
They were 3 meters large and since they regenerated so quickly, the empire lost several of their people due to their regeneration.
Also, these Trolls are very powerful.
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The Imperial soldiers moved forward cautiously. After going some distance, they saw a group of monsters coming towards them.
The group consisted of at least thousands of monsters
The soldiers of the Empire began to attack these monsters with mortars.
The ground trembled beneath their feet as the projectiles arced overhead, crashing down among the advancing creatures. Explosions erupted with deafening force.
Orcs and Goblins have faced a lot of damage for this, Trolls use their regeneration powers to recover.
They kept coming at a faster pace.
The Imperial infantry continued to fire.
Empire perspective:—
The Imperial soldiers, their faces grim under the smoke and dust, watched in disbelief as the horde pressed forward.
"Damn," one soldier muttered, his voice laced with fear and frustration, "What's wrong with these green things? They're huge, plus they have regenerative powers. Bullets are almost useless against them."
Another soldier, his face tight with determination, yelled back, "Just keep firing! Wait for the tanks to come! They'll have heavier armor and bigger guns. We have to hold them off until they arrive!"
A third soldier, his eyes scanning the skies, cried out, "Where is the air force? Where are those damn bombers when we need them?"
Meanwhile, Troll Perspective:—
The troll grunted, his massive hand clutching his side where a metal shard had pierced his thick hide. "What are these things doing?" he growled. "These...stingers...they hurt. And it takes longer than usual to heal."
His fellow troll nodded, a scowl twisting his face. "Yeah, I got one in the leg. It stings like a thousand bee stings."
"It was supposed to be an easy meal," another troll said
Foulgrin The Chief Warrior, a hulking behemoth with a single, jagged horn protruding from his forehead, snorted in disdain. "It doesn't matter," he boomed, his voice echoing through the ranks. "They're just humans. Slow, weak, easy prey. Once we get close, we'll crush them like insects."
One of the trolls, a younger one, still bearing the fresh wounds from the metal projectiles, scratched his head. "I think these humans...they use some weird magic. Their clothes are so different from anything we've seen before. It's like they're made of metal and cloth."
Foulgrin, his face a mask of savage glee, roared, "Let's continue! This is a human tribe! It will be a great feast! Prepare to feast on their flesh and bones, my warriors!"
A wave of menacing laughter swept across the horde. The trolls, orcs, and goblins, their eyes gleaming with a primal hunger, charged forward, their heavy footsteps shaking the earth beneath them.
But before they could reach the Imperial lines, a deafening roar tore through the air. A massive explosion erupted from the heart of the advancing horde, a blinding flash of light followed by a thunderous wave of heat. The ground trembled, sending shockwaves across the battlefield. Smoke and dust billowed upwards, obscuring the carnage that unfolded beneath the chaotic cloud.
More explosions erupted, the earth groaning under the relentless onslaught.
The monstrous horde, caught in the maelstrom of explosions. Trolls, their bodies mangled and twisted, were thrown into the air, crashing back to earth with bone-shattering impacts. Orcs, their hides ripped apart by the sheer force of the explosions, screamed in agony before being consumed by the flames. Goblins, their bodies small and fragile, were vaporized instantly, their screams silenced by the overwhelming force of the explosions.
Through the smoke and dust, the remaining monsters caught a glimpse of something strange in the sky. A dark, metallic bird, unlike anything they had ever seen before. From its belly, small, little things were falling. They struck the ground, each impact sending a shockwave across the battlefield, followed by blinding flashes of light and huge explosion
Their eyes wide with fear, watched in terror as the monstrous bird rained down destruction upon them. Their primal instincts screamed at them to flee, to escape the fiery inferno descending upon them. But they were trapped, their retreat blocked by the towering figure of their Chief Warrior, Foulgrin, who stood unyielding at the rear of the horde. To flee meant certain death at his hands.
In the sky, a B-52 bomber, its engines roaring like a furious storm, circled the field, its bomb bay doors open, unleashing a torrent of destruction. The bombs, each a devastating force of explosive power, rained down on the horde.
Panic spread through the ranks of the monsters. They had faced many foes, but nothing like this. This was a power beyond their comprehension, a force that threatened to wipe them all from existence.
The trolls, though resilient and powerful, were beginning to falter. Their regenerative abilities, which had allowed them to endure the initial onslaught, were overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the attacks. Their bodies, once seemingly indestructible, were now riddled with wounds, their flesh burned and torn, their bones shattered. They were beginning to understand that this was not a battle they could win.
This terrible attack wiped out all the Orcs and Goblins in the horde.
Many trolls also lay dead, their injuries too severe for their regeneration to heal. Those with less critical wounds, however, began to regenerate, their bodies slowly mending even amidst the turmoil.
The courage of those who survived was greatly diminished, yet none dared to flee. Foulgrin stood resolute, his eyes ablaze with a terrifying rage, his roar echoing across the battlefield, a grim reminder of the consequences of retreat.
The only option was to fight. So they began to advance aggressively toward the humans.
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One of the Trolls managed to overturn some vehicles and even throw them at the soldiers.
With a roar that shook the trees, the troll ran towards the soldiers, its massive club raised high.
The soldiers quickly regrouped and opened fire on the trolls. Bullets flew through the air, but the creature seemed unprepared for the attack. With its massive arms, the troll sent several soldiers flying through the air, their bodies crashing into the trees.
The soldiers unleashed a relentless barrage of fire, their weapons roaring in unison as the troll howled in pain and fury.
With a staggering gait, A troll stumbled, its hulking frame crashing to the ground. In a final, desperate effort, the troll swung his club at the soldiers, but it was too late.
One soldier, ignited the troll's body with a flamethrower. Flames licked hungrily at the creature's flesh, consuming it in a fiery inferno that signaled its end.
Yet the assault did not stop there. More soldiers joined the fray, their flamethrowers spraying torrents of fire, turning the battlefield into a hellscape.
Machine guns rattled, sending bullets tearing through the air, while bazookas launched explosive rounds that detonated with thunderous booms. Grenades burst with violent force, scattering debris and ensuring that the trolls had little chance of survival.
*****
Foulgrin clenched his fists, feeling the familiar surge of rage coursing through his veins. These humans were nothing but insects, scurrying about their pathetic lives, and yet here they were, wielding weapons that could tear through flesh and bone with ease. The sight of his trolls falling, their regenerative powers failing them under the relentless assault.
He could see it in their eyes—the flicker of fear, the instinct to flee from the unknown terror raining down from above. Foulgrin's heart raced with frustration. He had trained them to be warriors, to embrace the chaos of battle, yet now they hesitated.
A troll near him stumbled, a smoking crater in its side where a bomb had exploded. It was a gruesome sight, but Foulgrin felt no pity. Instead, he felt a surge of anger at the weakness of his kin. "Get up, you fool!" he roared, but his words fell on deaf ears. The troll lay still, its regenerative powers overwhelmed by the sheer devastation.
He turned his gaze back to the advancing line of soldiers, their faces grim and determined. They stood firm, weapons spitting fire and death, but Foulgrin could sense their fear. They were not as strong as they pretended to be. "We just need to break their lines!" he thought. "Once we get close, they will know true terror!"
With a guttural growl, he raised his massive club, a weapon forged from the bones of his enemies, and charged forward.
As he neared the soldiers, he saw one of his trolls lift a vehicle above its head. The sight filled him with pride, but it was short-lived. The soldier beneath it fired, sending a spray of bullets that tore through the air. The troll faltered, its body jerking as the projectiles struck true.
Foulgrin saw his men fall one by one. His anger grew. He was a true warrior, and he decided to fight with all his might.
With a roar, Foulgrin attacks the human, his massive club swinging like a battering ram. He felt the impact of each blow, the satisfying crunch of bone and metal as he sent humans flying.
He saw the iron elephant.
Suddenly a light tank machine gun was used against him, a larger caliber destroying his legs.
A troll's regeneration depends on its stamina and food like any creature, so it would have a limit, even if its regeneration was still very high.
Foulgrin, a war troll, was three times the size of a normal troll. He heals very quickly.
But he was pushed by a Challenger tank.
The Challenger tank easily crushes half of the Troll leader's body due to its sheer weight.
Several soldiers attack him simultaneously with Flamethrower.
"Agrrrrrr!"
Foulgrin screamed in pain. The mighty warrior fall
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Empire's Soldier POV
2nd Lieutenant Marcus. A member of the 46th Infantry Regiment. They were sent to exterminate monsters in the southern forest.
The trolls are huge, attacking us with their thick, spiny bodies, sharp claws, and huge clubs.
They move with a surprising agility for their size and their roars send shivers down my spine. But we are not afraid. We are trained, disciplined, and equipped with the latest technology.
I raise my rifle and take aim as the trolls rush towards us.
Gunshots fill the air and I unleash a barrage of bullets at the oncoming monsters.
The trolls screamed in pain as they hit, but they kept coming, relentlessly.
I see fear in the eyes of some of my comrades, but I brush it aside. We cannot afford to falter now. We have to stand strong and fight with all our might. For the empire.
Chaos on the battlefield. The trolls and the soldiers engage in a brutal confrontation.
I dodge a swipe from one of the monsters claws and retaliate with a precise shot to his head. It falls to the ground, but there is more.
I can see our numbers dwindling as the trolls overwhelm us with their sheer strength and ferocity.
The biggest problem for us were the trolls.
But we are not willing to give up. We continue to fight.
I heard a roar behind me and turned to see a massive troll charging towards me. I brace myself, ready to meet it head-on. But before I can react, a blast of energy strikes the creature, sending it flying back. I look up to see a squad of soldiers armed with advanced weaponry, providing us with much-needed support.
As the sun begins to set, the battlefield is littered with the corpses of trolls and soldiers. The air is thick with the stench of blood and sweat.
But the fight is not over yet. More Reinforcement came. Bodies of dead soldiers and seriously injured soldiers were taken away from the Battlefield.
I see huge tanks moving forward. Crushing everything that comes before them. We continued to move deeper into the forest.
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