First Light of a New Age

Chapter 123: Storm of Soldiers

Bombur watched on from his position atop the magic turret of his command Mobile Drilling Machine, the height of the mass driver affording him a relatively advantageous view from his hill in the park. The trees, once vibrant, tall, and green, had been entirely cleared away, allowing for their artillery to be utterly unobstructed. What the dwarf saw through the enhanced sight of the Magic artifact he held left him feeling... conflicted.

The Great War in the Third Civilization had dragged on for almost four months, if not longer. In that time, many of his people had died, and many, many more of his brothers and sisters besides.

Worse of all, both of the Prince, the Grandlord, the Queen, then their whole country was ravaged by the damn Orcs.

Despite having advanced technology, they all still knew the dangers of their enemies, but the Grandlord and his son had encouraged the dwarves under their command to embrace their individuality, their creativity, and their cunning. It was in this way that they had bested the entire Third Civilization Zone of all stripes.

But now with their rulers and home gone, the remaining Iron Kingdom forces and their 10,000 remaining citizens went into hiding underground, where there was a hidden underground city that was built centuries ago for an emergency.

After hearing reports of a large gathering of the majority of the races in Aquarius City, the people of the Iron Kingdom gets their chance of getting revenge, by releasing their strongest machines and unleashed devastation on all factions in one place.

The dwarven lieutenant watched as flashes lit up the far sides of the buildings which the enemies were sheltering behind, knowing these to be the first two of the three planned ambushes. His MDMs were combining their firepower with advantageous positioning and the element of surprise to hammer the enemy in what they thought would be safe harbor.

One of their machines timed their attacks with the sudden assaults of the squads Bombur had sent to each of the ambush locations, hiding within the very buildings the enemy would think to use for cover.

Without the use of their best and strongest members, elements of the enemy forces the dwarf's machines had seen neutralized first, the enemy stood no chance against the vicious crossfire they would be caught in. But that was not all. Along with assault squads to aid in their decimation, he had also sent his best marksmen out to neutralize their evident commanders.

Headless, armless, and naked, any enemies, either the elves, the Orcs, or even these unknown human invaders, would be left without any options save for frantic advance or frantic retreat.

The ambushes were scything through them, the losses for both enemy forces reportedly growing massive in both of the initial attacks. The results of their plan were devastating, and that was good, because they needed to be. To say that Bombur and his men were outnumbered by the enemies would not do justice to what the dwarves were facing.

Even after enduring prolonged bombardment, the arriving enemy had twelve men for every magic blaster Bombur had under his command, and drastic measures needed to be taken to even the odds if they were going to hold their position and continue aiding the other Generals in the main battle.

[Commander,] said a voice through the magic comm.

It was one of his marksmen or assassins, whom he had sent out from their position. He and many others had been instructed to choose a high-altitude location among their buildings, flag the enemy commanders, and then take out the one they thought was the highest ranking.

[I got him. An elven commander is dead,] he said.

A moment later, another voice mirrored the words.

[A High Orc kill him before I could get him, but yeah, I also shot him and now both an Orc and elven commander was neutralized,] said the dwarven marksman.