Reincarnated as a tank in a fantasy world

Saving a City

The dawn broke, casting a soft, golden light over the battlefield as the horde of goblins and orcs approached. The commander's voice echoed across the castle walls, "Get ready!" His troops, their hearts pounding in their chests, hurried to their positions, bows at the ready. The goblin kings and queens let out a terrifying roar, a sound that sent chills down the spines of even the bravest soldiers. The horde, a sea of grotesque creatures, rushed towards the gates, their sheer numbers a sight to behold.

The soldiers, their hands steady despite the fear gnawing at their hearts, fired their arrows. Each arrow found its mark, and goblins fell one by one, their numbers slowly dwindling. The cavalry charged out of the gates, their spears gleaming in the morning light, piercing through the hundreds of goblins in their way. But the orcs, cunning and ruthless, were quick to react, executing a well-planned ambush against the cavalry. The bowmen and knights, witnessing the massacre of the horsemen, rushed to support the cavalry.

The mages and adventurers joined the fray, their chants filling the air as they prepared their spells. Their target was the goblin king and queen, hoping to kill them and disorganize the horde. The ballistas fired, the air whistling as the arrows flew, one of the goblin kings falling under their onslaught.

The Goblin shamans began their chant, their voices a haunting melody as they launched hundreds of huge fireballs towards the walls. Some of the ballistas were consumed by the flames, but some were saved. The bowmen, their arrows nocked and ready, focused their attention on the shamans, eliminating them quickly.

Then, the soldiers released their Juggernauts, the ground shaking under their weight, with high-ranking knights behind them. They rushed towards the orcs, their battle cries filling the air, fighting with all their might. The commander, his voice a beacon amidst the chaos, ordered, "Fire!" The ballistas and bowmen obeyed, their arrows raining down on the goblin kings and queens, successfully killing two queens.

"Yes! There is only one Goblin king left and if it dies the goblins will lose formation!" the commander cheered, his voice filled with hope. But the goblin king, undeterred, rushed to the battlefield, throwing knights and goblins away. At this point, there were only hundreds of orcs and a thousand goblins left. The commander, his resolve unwavering, ordered another attack, and they finally killed the goblin king. The goblins started to lose formation until the goblin king released its final roar. The goblins got ready, and the commander was confused.

Suddenly, they heard a loud whistling sound from the sky. A huge dragon dove down into the ground in the middle of the battlefield. The impact created a crater, killing hundreds of soldiers and adventurers. The commander was terrified; he hadn't known there would be a dragon!

The commander, his voice shaking, ordered his men to fire at the dragon, but the dragon, with a flap of its wings, burned them. The goblins and orcs, seizing the opportunity, proceeded to support the dragon and pick off the remaining soldiers. The commander, helpless, watched as his men were eaten, burned, and flattened by the dragon. He yelled for help three times and accepted his fate. The dragon, its eyes gleaming with malice, got ready to eat him.

But then, a projectile was fired at the dragon. It was Nick and Aela! Aela yelled, "Fire!" and Nick, with a determined look on his face, fired an APFSDS round at the dragon, which went right through it. The dragon roared in pain. Nick, not wasting a moment, fired several missiles and a HEAT round right into the wound. The dragon looked into the wound and saw that nothing happened. It laughed, a sound that sent shivers down their spines.

Nick smirked in his mind as the dragon, while laughing, exploded! The explosion was massive, erasing the goblins and orcs! The commander, a mix of confusion, fear, and happiness etched on his face, cheered, "We've won!" The remaining soldiers inside the walls, their faces dirty and tired but filled with joy, cheered too as they praised Nick and Aela. They had won the battle, thanks to Nick and Aela's timely intervention. The city was safe