For the next few minutes everybody was still. Just waiting and wondering what was to happen next. All except Timothy, who was driving up and down the battlement. The bombardment had been impressive but he had expected much more.
Then screams of terror started coming over the communication devices. There were reports of ghouls and strange arachnid type creatures tearing people to shreds. Timothy stopped his wheelchair. Everything now made sense. It was not a bombardment but a landing.
He immediately roared out –
“Laser canons, fire on the locations where the fireballs hit the surface.”
The large cannons fired setting large amounts of the jungle ablaze.
“Stop firing.”
A few moments later, a disgusting rabid smell hit them. It was worse than the decay of bodies.
He looked through binoculars that a soldier held up for him.
In the distance, trees were being felled or rather consumed and turned into an alien horde.
“Fire, and do not stop.”
But the cannons were having little effect. The alien swarms grew larger and larger and then began to merge.
Then the reports of mass casualties and cities being lost came and for the first time Timothy contemplated failing to repel the invasion.
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