892 Plague (1/2)

General Dunkirk was the garrison commander of Glass.

He enjoyed the position to a certain extent.

It was a high position, which helped feed his ego. More importantly… it was extremely safe! Unlike his peers, he did not have to quell the aboriginals of the Nightmare Ocean, guard the Golden Ocean's plantation, nor fight in the East.

As an island nation, Ettoman's geographical advantage was unquestionable, allowing Ettoman to avoid the chaos of the mainland, Opher.

Even wars that specifically targeted Ettoman were settled by the navy.

It was only during the 'First War between Ettoman and Cecil' that Ettoman had once sent armies to attack the lands of Cecil. However, that had happened hundreds of years ago. Furthermore, the war eventually ended in a humiliating defeat for Ettoman.

Ever since, all of Ettoman recognized two things: First, the army was inferior to the navy. Second, to protect their lands, a single invincible naval force was enough.

Sadly, many members of the army agreed with these viewpoints.

Fast forward to now, and many posts under Dunkirk exhibited a peculiar trait—they were allowed to be sold and bought. They could even be used to bet on like futures.

For example, a lucrative position would immediately be sought after, causing its price to increase several times over.

However, if these positions were to be sent to dangerous battlefields soon, then apologies… no one except those insane people seeking military glory would want them. Consequently, its price would plummet even faster than a collapsing stock market.

Dunkirk found himself yearning to sell his post and military title, even willing to pay others to buy them from him.

Although he commanded a formal military force of thirty thousand men and ten thousand reserves, he still feared the giant monsters.

”Gods… Queen… can anyone tell me what's going on?”

General Dunkirk looked at the army of green men that he was facing and sadly buried his head in his hands.

Everything had begun in the morning.

At the time, he was enjoying a scrumptious breakfast of bacon and caviar that his butler had prepared. As he was about to enjoy yet another scoop of golden caviar while contemplating over whether he should go to the club or his mistress' place tonight, a messenger hurriedly reported that a large army was moving toward Glass.

The general was rather unimpressed at the time.

He was dismissive of the situation because they were not at sea. Even though he had received the news that the pirates had attacked Birming Port, they would at most plunder and maybe kill a few people. And they would flee before the army arrived.

A pirate army on land was an absolute joke!

Unfortunately, the general realized that he was the one that was about to become the joke.

”They are fast and strong, and their skin seems to be covered in armor. Even muskets can only put a small hole in them… Furthermore, they are very organized!” a major general reported to General Dunkirk in a tone that came close to sobbing.

This fellow had lost all the land and passes that he was supposed to guard. His army was lost as well. These losses were enough to put him guilty in front of the military court.

General Dunkirk waved his hand in disgust and summoned the military police. ”Lock him up!”

”No! You can't do this! It's not my fault!

”… Those things are monsters, monsters from the deep sea and hell…”

The pitiful major general was dragged out of the room while roaring in protest. His cries soon became softer and softer.

”All right, everyone head out. Be on guard!

”I have reported to the Queen and the prime minister and signed the mobilization order. There will be reinforcements soon!

”Now…” General Dunkirk cleared his throat and prepared to boost the morale of his men with a speech.

However, it was interrupted by a shrill voice. ”They… are attacking!”

General Dunkirk raised his binoculars and saw a wave of green rushing fiercely toward him, brutally shoving everything in their way aside.

Muskets were only able to leave a few bloody holes in their chests, which did nothing to slow their charge. Only cannon fire was able to blast the monsters into pieces.

”Ettoman will never yield! Behind you stands your Queen and our families! Fight!”

The general's eyes were bloodshot, and the only thing left in his mind was the battle at hand.

Bang! Bang!

The cannons blew numerous green men into pieces.

On the front lines, sinister machines guns lashed out with tongues of flames that formed a barrier of death, clearing everything in their way.

However, the green giants on the opposing side had overwhelming numbers.

There were at least thirty thousand of them! And they were continuously being reinforced! General Dunkirk was very puzzled. What were the naval and army ministers doing, letting so many of them into Ettoman without any warning!

”Enemy attack!!!” shouted a terrified voice.

The machine gun technology at this time was not yet mature. They required short cooldown periods and had a scarily high probability of malfunctioning.

The green men rushed forth between the gaps in the gunfire.

The young men in Ettoman's army were immediately locked in a melee battle with them.