Then finally, the enemy began to head straight towards the base. The same was occurring throughout the planet. Timothy ordered the long-range artillery to fire. It made little difference except for splitting the odd hideous monster in two. The attack carried on regardless.
As they grew closer, he gave the order for the rest of the guns to open up. A sizeable number of the six-legged beasts were being cut down. But when he looked up, all he could see was the black swarm as far as he could see.
This would be a glorious day to die.
He scanned the reports from the other bases. Some had defeated all the enemy in their vicinity, and others were still in the heat of battle. None were facing the enormous energy force that was in front of them. The Emperor was looking kindly at him.
The guns were firing at the maximum at the bodies were piling up. Soon they would be able to jump from them onto the defensive walls.
He shouted out the command for a tactical withdrawal to the underground mining tunnels. The heavy gunners would be the last to leave their posts and he would remain on the walls with them.
His most loyal troopers wanted to stay with him but he ordered them back. They had no battle wheelchair and would be a nuisance.
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