Chapter 10

The four reckless goblin armies were led by four slightly less retarded High Goblins. High goblins were not a unique race.

They were a breed of goblins that typically lead goblin tribes. The purest brood for the breed were the leaders of goblin tribes, but most goblins had within them a trace of this slightly more powerful lineage. Most high goblins were of some sort of evil alignment. Lawful evil goblins lived among humans while chaotic evil and neutral evil goblins tended to lead tribes. When befriended by someone of a good alignment, high goblins emulated their new friend shifting their alignment towards good, overtime.

The sniper noticed these four individuals and aimed his rifle at one of them.

Bang!

The bullet broke the sound barrier but the bullet arrived before the sound. It penetrated a head belonging to a high goblin and turned it into meat patty.

Even before the retard army arrived they’ve lost one of their smartest retards.

But the goblins weren’t deterred by such trifling matters since they didn’t even notice that the goblin was dead. They were completely oblivious. Erik saw through the binoculars the falling goblin and as he watched the goblins not giving a single fuck that their commander died made him even more agitated.

He was cursing Ares under his breath since the goblins arrived. Naturally those remarks didn’t escape Ares’ and his friends’ attention since they were gods. Suffice to say, Ares lost a lot of face that day because no one dared to curse him since the beginning of time.

Erik went where no man has gone before.

Erik turned to the signal officer who was following him around and gave out orders, “Open the gates! Tanks, roll out!”. The mighty Maybach engines roared to life while the gates were being opened. Turrets were aligned towards the front of the tank. The commanders were giving out orders while manning their MG42s.

When the gates finally opened, the four Panther tanks exited the base and took position right in front of their respective gates blocking entry. The goblins couldn’t attack the gates directly since the tanks were in the way.

Erik gave out another order, “Mortar teams! Prepare to fire when the armies reach the one 1.5 kilometre mark. Today we use white phosphorus rounds!”

The goblins definitely wouldn’t expect to burn as if they were in hell, if they were not complete idiots. The four mortar teams quickly calibrated their trajectories and prepared themselves for battle.

Everyone was as ready as they could be. The goblins would rue the day they tried to play wargames with Erik.

The marching idiot armies were slow as snails; the soldiers were becoming annoyed that their enemy wasn’t fast enough.

When the goblins arrived at two kilometres there was a bang and another high goblin fell, never to rise again.

At 1.7 kilometres there was another bang and again a high goblin had his head turn into meat patty.

When the first goblin soldier stepped on the stone marking 1.5 kilometres, three things happened.

One, the sniper sounded out again and the final high goblin died, unnoticed by his dense companions.

Two, thuds were heard inside the base and mortar rounds filled with white phosphorus streaked across the sky. The rounds also had VT proximity fuses, one of the most important innovations in warfare at the time of world war two, so rounds could explode in air bursts.

A couple of moments later and the rounds arrived above the goblins’ heads. Then there were explosions. The goblins were stunned by the sound of the explosions. They were directly frozen stupid. They watched as if transfixed the incandescent particles falling like beautiful snowflakes, only they were out to turn the goblins into ashes. When the first “snowflakes touched the goblins there was a moment of absolute silence. After that moment, everything fell into chaos. The particles attached themselves to the goblins’ bodies and started to consume their bodies. The goblins shrieked and screamed. They rolled on the ground but white phosphorus burns until it is no more. Since the goblins had small statures and generally had weak bodies the particles burned straight through their bodies. Some goblins only inhaled fumes but even they could not evade death.

Three, the 7.5 cm KwK 42 (L/70) guns fired at the goblin army. The guns fired their AP rounds at the first row of the goblins to check the effect. The rounds tore through the goblins’ ranks all the way to the last row. The goblins suddenly had a line-shaped holes in their armies. The AP rounds were deemed not cost effective enough so they switched to HE rounds. They were obviously more effective.

The goblin soldiers directly exploded into bloody mists covering the clearing in crimson.

General pandemonium it was. Bu the goblins were tenacious fuckers. The surviving goblins rushed towards the walls at break-neck speeds since they couldn’t go back and anywhere else was better than inside the cloud of white phosphorus.

They ran straight towards into the remains of the minefields. There were some unexploded mine remaining and some unlucky goblins met their maker.

This was a first for the goblins. They didn’t know what was happening, only that the world had come to an end. The sky burned and the ground wanted to swallow them.

Erik almost pitied the poor fools (Mr. T, anyone?), but he was not the same person from before.

There wasn’t much time for him to cultivate himself but this was a good enough start.

The goblins rushed towards the walls only to be met with gunfire. The soldiers manning the walls opened fire when the goblins stepped past the 600-meter mark. The STG44s and the tank commanders’ MG42s spat hot lead at the little green men. Soon they fell like sacks of potato only they were full of holes, not potatoes.

The goblins’ army was then cut in two halves, one dead, one alive. Everything that was small, green and ugly was shot on sight.

The goblins finally reached the gates but they were blocked by tanks. The tanks were identified as threats but how could a goblin fathom that spear and swords don’t work against tanks. The tank commanders closed their hatches and waited for the goblin storm to pass. The idiotic goblins were left alone to their futile attempts at stabbing the tanks to death.

The other goblins tried to climb the walls but they got entangled by the barbed wire. They were cut in pieces while other goblins tried to step on them, pushing them faster to their death. The goblins met a hail of gunfire coming at them from the walls. The soldiers were shooting, throwing grenades and generally killing the fuck out of the goblins.

Also the mortar teams abandoned their halftracks and manned the walls.

At the start of the battle Erik took shelter inside his Tiger tank. There was no need for more orders since nobody was going anywhere but heaven and hell.

The goblins made bloody mountains made out of corpses at the base of the walls. When the goblins stacked to the top of the wall they had enough corpse-ladders to climb the walls. They tried to stab their human enemies but they were given no chance to do so.

When Erik saw that he immediately called for a retreat, “Retreat to the halftracks and trenches Immediately!”.

The order came through and everyone found their assigned positions, some inside vehicles, some inside trenches.

The halftracks could transport ten soldiers each and had a MG42 to provide support. Now they were full of soldiers who were shooting at goblins.

The goblins climbed over the walls and stumbled into the base only to be met with copious amounts of lead.

The goblins were using the zerg rush tactics but at the end they hadn’t had enough bodies to throw at the humans. When the last goblin died, the base was half- covered in little, green corpses.

Miraculously not a single soldier died. But only in this world it would be considered miraculous since humans on Earth excelled at killing their own kind. Who knew what races lived on this continent.

The tutorial was over. The battles were won and Erik now had plenty of points.

Erik couldn’t figure out if he was a lucky or an unlucky person but he knew his life from now would be filled with excitement, blood, guts and iron.

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You author here.

Yeah, finally the tutorial is over. Finally got better enough to finish the damn chapter.

Anyways, now I'm going to need a small hiatus for a couple of reasons.

#1 Need to flesh out the backstory, world geography, also future companions( only erik will be human) etc...

IF you have any BRIGHT IDEAS please comment below !

#2 I'm currently hooked on Korean tv series

#3 Stellaris just launched! I need to conquer the galaxy at least once, also thinking this story could go to space and perhaps other dimensions(yes, I'm a megalomanic who needs his power trip and with world domination on his bucket list)!

So I'm going to go on a short hiatus, a week or two tops. I will definitely return, since I won't have anything better to do then.

BTW, still no dragons.

Also I have already some plot points written and a companion for Erik. So my question is. Do you want to know who is going to be his first companion? :D