369 Battle! Port City of Veneth 1 (1/2)

The war mindlessly dragged on. Enemies swarmed in restlessly and the number had now grown over the ten thousand range. They now began to form small groups to fight against the bombardments and multiple guerrilla-style battles were waged over the area.

”Get back! It's going down!”

”Damn bastards!”

”Move the wounded!”

Part of the Fjord's gate wall was destroyed. Rubble fell and many soldiers were injured from the crumbling mortar and stones. Potions were used on all the wounded as veteran soldiers seemed to have mixed feelings.

”The times have changed, innit?”

”Yeah… look at all those potions! We never had those.”

”And the food! That's like noble food!”

The veteran soldiers seemed to be very calm and undisturbed despite the chaos.

”Ugh, look at those old people chattering again.”

”Ugh. Why do they have to come here and fight? It's not like they're helpful at all.”

”I know.”

The young soldiers didn't seem to welcome the veteran soldiers much.

”But they got some tricks up their sleeves.”

”Yeah. I guess so.”

That's when someone shouted, ”ENEMY SCOUT!”

Everyone then noticed an enemy flying over them high up. A scout was on top of a long surfing board-like object, hovering over them. Soldiers fired at the surfing board, but it couldn't penetrate the blue energy barrier, as the enemy flew over quickly and headed toward the city.

”That bastard is going towards Veneth!”

Then, when white smoke rose from the top of the mountain, and the flying scout suddenly exploded and fell.

”Whoa! It's a Panzer!”

”Yay!”

Soldiers cheered and rejoiced.

”There it comes again!”

”Everyone! Stand ready!”