Chapter 367: Alien Invasion (3)
“We are expecting 10 billion for the first wave of reinforcents.”
Everyone beca shocked. The number seed to be too much.
“But they are old soldiers. Mostly 6 to 7 years old.”
“Oh.”
It seed like the goblins were sending them those who would provide the least amount of help before they died.
“Whoa. They do that?”
“That’s terrifying.”
It was not sothing that humans would do, but for the goblins, it was a rational choice.
“They are doing that so that they can die gloriously in battle. Everyone was up for it I heard.”
That was very different between the races.
War waged on and casualties kept racking up on both sides.
“ARGH!”
“Billy!”
A soldier was struck from the streak of light and was thrown back. A foul stench of flesh being burned filled the area. The iron plate on his chest beca reddened from heat but another soldier nad Braim pulled it out.
“Argh!”
The skin was pulled out with it as it was stuck on the plate and Billy scread in pain. Braim, however, took off every piece of armor on Billy. Blood began to drip from the wound.
“Hold on!”
Braim then took out a small bottle and poured it over the wound. The wound then quickly began to heal and recover. In just a minute, the wound was now back to its bushy, hairy chest.
Outside of the line, the battlefield was also filled with screaming coming from the alien species.
“Billy! Can you move?”
“Yeah… I suppose.”
“Let’s fall back for now.”
The potion healed the wound, but the person experienced great fatigue.
“Hey! They’re falling back!”
“Take our wounded back to the camp!”
“dic!”
With enemies falling back, soldiers began to quickly tend to their wounded.
“Hey! You! You Braim from Loffal Town?”
Braim turned as he stood up and saw a middle-aged man coming up to him.
‘That man… Guard commander Hansel?’
“You know , right?”
“Yes, sir. My father used to work with you in his rcenary days.”
“Good. You rember then.”
Hansel seed to be satisfied. There was no way Braim would not rember him as Hansel used to help his father’s pub that he opened after retiring from rcenary work.
“Are you trained in combat?”
“Huh? O-of course, sir. Yes I am.”
“Good. Then you take care of these ten there.”
Hansel glanced toward at young soldiers who seed to be in fear.
‘Ugh.’
Braim sighed, but knew what happened here. These young soldiers were new recruits who were sent to the field without being properly trained.
“You want to babysit them?”
Hansel then smiled.
“Yes, but we are at war. These kids need to do their part. You are their temporary instructor. Teach them how to fight. Can you do it?”
“Ugh.”
“Fall back for now, and teach them so basics.”
“Yes, sir.”
Braim then waved at the kids. One of the kids then helped Billy stand up. Braim smiled and said, “You, what’s your na?”
“My na’s Hecks.”
“I’m Bellay.”
“I’m Thomas.”
Every kid said their na. They seed to be similar in age.
“How old are you all?”
“Fourteen.”
“Nine!… I an Twelve!”
The smallest boy seed to have lied about his true age.
Braim sighed. The area was close from Berhen Town where the town kids had volunteered to fight to protect their village, even before they beca fearstruck from the real battle.
End of Chapter
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