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"Your Majesty, our army has pushed deep into the territory of the Kingdom of Lot. Ahead lies its capital, Su Nuo. According to the latest intelligence, the orc vanguard has already occupied the city. They've conducted not one, but two brutal massacres in the surrounding regions. Villages around Nuoji have been completely wiped out."
Inside the command tent of the Ross Kingdom's vanguard, Captain Rotis bent over an old, weathered map, briefing King Gavin Ward with a grim expression.
"Those inhuman beasts…" an officer spat, his voice trembling with rage. "They deserve nothing but death!" He slammed his fist against the table, rattling ink bottles and scattering papers.
Gavin's face remained calm, though his knuckles whitened as he gripped his pen. "How much fire support do we currently have?" he asked, his tone like steel.
"Your Majesty," Rotis replied, "our artillery support is ready. Thirty 155mm M59 howitzers, hauled here by truck convoys, have been positioned."
A flicker of fire passed through Gavin's eyes. "Enough."
He raised his pen and drove it downward with a sharp bang, stabbing the map right into the heart of Su Nuo. The wooden table shook under the force.
"Then bombard it. Burn it to the ground!" Gavin roared. "There are no survivors left in Su Nuo. The orcs have slaughtered them all. Do not spare a stone—bomb the city into dust!"
A surge of fury rippled through the tent. Five hundred thousand human lives, wiped out as though they were nothing. No king could hear such numbers and remain unmoved.
"His Majesty speaks the will of heaven!" one officer cried.
"Let those cursed beasts be sent straight to hell!" shouted another.
The camp erupted into unanimous cries of vengeance. Orders were immediately carried out.
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The Artillery Positions
The Ross Kingdom's forward base stood sixty kilometers from Su Nuo. On a hilltop thirty kilometers away from the ruined city, Gavin's artillery corps had already secured the high ground.
"This ridge is perfect," said the lieutenant commander of the artillery battalion, peering through his brass telescope. "From here, Su Nuo lies wide open before us."
A young rangefinder scanned the city's shattered skyline. "Damn animals… look at what they've done. Every house burned, every street blackened. There's nothing left but ashes." His voice quivered with disgust.
Another soldier grunted. "All the better. Whether we bomb it or not, it has to be rebuilt anyway."
"True," the rangefinder replied, lowering his glass. "Might as well clear out the rot."
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Inside the Captured Capital
While the Ross artillerymen set their sights, the orcs feasted within Su Nuo's royal palace.
At the head of the banquet sat Dan Ergu, the brutish orc warlord. All around him, generals guzzled wine and tore into roasted meat. Human girls, stolen from nearby villages, were forced to dance half-naked before them. The air stank of spilled ale, blood, and smoke.
Dan Ergu leaned back with a cruel grin, watching his lieutenants press trembling servant girls down against the banquet tables. Their muffled sobs only seemed to amuse him.
A fox-faced orc strategist leaned close and whispered, "General, the Ross army has crossed into Lot territory. Should we not prepare for their advance?"
"Bah!" Dan Ergu scoffed. "Human armies crawl like snails. It will take them a week to reach Su Nuo. Even if they come sooner, what of it? We'll crush them in the open field. This city is ours."
"Hahaha, yes!" another general bellowed. "We'll cut off their heads just as we did the villagers. Hang them high on bamboo poles—let forests of human heads rise!"
The hall rang with hideous laughter.
But not everyone laughed.
One young girl, her body trembling as she poured wine into Dan Ergu's jug, silently cried out to heaven. Her lips quivered as tears streaked her cheeks.
"God… please, save us. Why must we suffer like this? Why don't you come?"
She lifted her eyes through the shattered roof, staring at the endless blue sky.
And then—she froze.
A speck. A black dot high above, growing larger with each passing second.
Her heart pounded. Her lips mouthed the words: "The gods… the gods are coming…"
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Divine Fire From the Sky
"BOOM!"
A thunderous roar shattered the heavens. The palace roof collapsed, swallowed in fire. Stones and beams rained down in a storm of destruction.
"What is this?!" Dan Ergu bellowed, diving to avoid a falling slab of marble. His wine spilled across the floor as he stumbled.
"Tur—Tur's been crushed to death!" one orc general cried out in horror.
Panic spread like wildfire. The banquet dissolved into chaos as the once-proud orc generals scrambled in terror, roaring and searching for an enemy that was nowhere to be seen.
The trembling girl fell to her knees amidst the carnage, tears streaming freely. "God… you answered me. You really came."
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On the Ridge
High above, on the artillery hill, a young gunner's shell had struck true. The Lot Palace now burned.
"Bullseye! You hit the palace square on!" an artillery spotter shouted, grinning as he clapped the gunner on the shoulder.
The gunner flushed red and laughed awkwardly. "Ah, just luck."
"Luck or not, it's our signal," the lieutenant commander barked. "All batteries, adjust your angle! Open fire on the city! His Majesty has commanded us—every last one of our three thousand shells must be fired. Not one is to be spared!"
"Yes, sir!"
Thirty massive cannons adjusted their barrels, their steel mouths glowing faintly in the sunlight.
Then, with earsplitting thunder, the wrath of the Ross Kingdom was unleashed.
Shell after shell screamed across the sky, arcing like blazing meteors. They descended upon Su Nuo in relentless succession.
The ground shook. Flames rose higher than towers. Buildings disintegrated under the shockwaves.
To the helpless orcs below, it was not the work of men—it was as if the judgment of heaven itself had fallen.
The trembling girl, clutching her chest amidst the inferno, whispered through her tears:
"The gods… they have come."
And so it was.
To the survivors of Ross, to the broken people of Lot, and to the orcs who had slaughtered them—this bombardment would forever be remembered as the day divine fire descended from the world of men.