I Became the Tyrant of a Defense Game [EN]: Chapter 374

Goblins are not intelligent.

But they can learn.

The fact that there were excellent snipers among the humans was something they had already learned painfully during the past three days of marching.

The snipers, who ambushed the goblin army with guerrilla tactics, relentlessly targeted only the officers, and the Amirs [Goblin generals] and Janissaries [elite goblin soldiers] were killed in droves.

Every night, the Goblin King had to promote new Amirs and Janissaries.

It was obvious that the sniper would target only the officers in this siege as well.

Therefore, Kali-Alexandros prepared a deception tactic.

He supplied ordinary goblins with high-quality armor and painted patterns on their faces with paint.

The number was about a hundred.

Meanwhile, the real goblin Amirs took off their armor and instead smeared themselves with orc blood.

Goblins, who have a keen sense of smell and have been dominated by orcs for hundreds of years, could distinguish the smell of orcs even in the middle of the battlefield.

The goblin Amirs announced their presence with their scent.

The humans on the walls wouldn’t be able to find them, but the goblins could recognize each other’s ranks.

While the human snipers were shooting and killing the decoys, the Amirs mixed among the ordinary soldiers and relayed commands.

As a result, the goblin army, even in the absence of the king and in a state of madness, was able to maintain its formation and continue its charge as planned.

《The great Kali-Alexandros predicted every situation.》

The oldest of the goblin Amirs, who had been with Kali-Alexandros since the beginning of the war, muttered.

《In his previous life, he was assassinated and unable to achieve his great work, so in this life, he decided to always have countermeasures in place. So that even if he disappears, the army can still move…》

In his previous life, when Kali-Alexandros was assassinated, the goblin army collapsed, and the Greenskin Kingdom fell.

That’s why Kali-Alexandros had prepared countermeasures for his absence this time.

He arranged the formation so that the army only had to charge forward, and he instructed the officers to only supervise that charge.

And everything was working out.

Although the king was kidnapped by the enemy commander, the goblin army’s advance effectively pushed up to the walls of their fortress.

《…But, great king. We need you.》

It was just as the Orc Emperor Daimark had said in his analogy.

Goblins were nothing more than dogs chasing after a cart. They were closer to beasts driven by instinct.

To be precise, they were like wildfires and typhoons. They were closer to a disaster that wanted to kill and burn everything in sight.

It was the king who gave them direction.

Without the king, the wildfire that had nothing left to burn would eventually die out, and the typhoon that had lost its steam would disappear, and the goblin army would self-destruct.

《Please return safely.》

And burn this world together with us.

The old goblin, after repeating this, gestured. The goblin Janissaries who recognized his signal waved their hands.

Kyaaaaah-!

Kilik! Kilik!

Two goblin elite units that had been waiting in the rear moved forward.

The goblin tank corps. And.

Clang!

Bang!

The secret weapon that the king had secretly prepared.

The engineer corps.

***

Thwack!

Damian gritted his teeth and fired his crossbow.

The arrow, shot far away, fell in a beautiful arc and knocked down a goblin wearing armor.

Whether the enemy Amirs had multiplied or it was just a simple deception tactic, it was not the time to distinguish.

If there might be a real officer among them, he had to snipe them anyway.

“Huh?”

Damian, who had been sniping mindlessly, noticed something.

The entire goblin army was close to the walls, but he saw something being prepared in the rear.

Damian, recognizing what it was, shouted urgently.

“It’s a catapult-!”

“… !”

Lucas, who was deflecting the goblin arrows that kept falling on the wall with his sword, looked urgently in the direction Damian was pointing.

In the rear of the goblin army, a crude but unmistakable catapult was being assembled.

Thwack!

Damian quickly shot an arrow in that direction, but the goblins finished assembling the catapult without caring whether their comrades next to them died or not.

Goblins do not have the technical skills to make a catapult sturdy enough to throw heavy stones.

Then, what they are about to throw now is-

Whirr-!

The catapult, crudely made of wood and rope, spun around and launched something that was hanging from it.

It flew across the sky towards the wall, screaming.

Kyaaaak-!

Lucas, recognizing what it was, shouted.

“Suicide bombers-!”

However, the launched goblin suicide bomber did not reach the top of the wall.

The catapult’s power was not enough, and the range was short. The suicide bomber, which had crashed pathetically in the middle of the wall, exploded.

Kaboom!

The iron plate covering the wall was slightly dented, and a few bricks fell off.

But despite its pathetic power, the humans on the wall could not laugh.

Swish-!

Dozens of goblin suicide bombers were flying through the air all at once.

Bang! Kaboom!

Not a single one fell on top of the wall. They all crashed and exploded in the middle or below the wall.

But the goblin engineer corps did not give up and continued to throw suicide bombers. And their impact points were gradually rising.

Crack-!

Finally, when one suicide bomber stuck to the iron plate right below his feet and exploded, Lucas had to revise his defense tactics.

“Damian! Can you and your party members’ muskets reach the enemy’s catapults now?”

“Yes! But with our sniping, we can only shoot and kill the engineers, and they keep shooting while changing shooters, no matter if they die! We have to destroy the catapults themselves!”

“The only ones with that kind of range and firepower are…”

When Lucas looked at Junior, Junior shook his head.

They were attacking just outside the effective range of magic.

Junior’s own magic was enough to destroy one or two catapults, but it was impossible to deal with all of them.

The mages under his command were not capable of attacking at that distance in the first place…

Then Damian shouted.

“What about our cannons? They have the range and the power!”

But if they turned the cannon fire on the enemy’s rear, the front line, which they were barely holding, would be breached.

Lucas hesitated for a moment, but then made up his mind.

It was because a group of suicide bombers that had finally flown in had put their hands on the edge of the wall and were climbing up.

Kilik, Kilik…!

One goblin suicide bomber, who had climbed onto the wall of Crossroads for the first time, grinned.

Clang-!

The blade of light that Lucas swung instantly cut off its head. The corpse, which fell while spraying green blood, exploded below the wall.

But then, goblin suicide bombers continued to fall on the wall. Lucas shouted.

“Artillery unit! Change aim! Destroy their catapults!”

The artillery commander urgently objected.

“Then the front line will be open! The vanguard of the goblins will reach the wall!”

“Cover the empty fire zone with all the artifacts! It’s more urgent to destroy the catapults! Hurry…!”

At that moment, one suicide bomber that had fallen on the wall flew right in front of a cannon.

“What?!”

Damian urgently drew his pistol [Cerberus] and shot off its head, but its body was already exploding.

Kaboom-!

The power of the explosives that the goblins possessed was crude. Crude, but sufficient.

Along with the shredded pieces of goblin flesh, gunpowder and flames poured out in all directions and hit the cannonballs that were piled up.

Kaboom!

The cannon exploded. The artillerymen who were caught in the blast were thrown in all directions, burned black without even screaming.

“Ugh!”

Junior urgently cast water magic to prevent the secondary explosion.

The fire was quickly extinguished, but several nearby cannons were damaged by the explosion or rendered inoperable because all the gunpowder was soaked in water.

The soldiers who were burned groaned. Lucas, gritting his teeth, ordered.

“Damn it… Target the catapults! Now-!”

The artillerymen gritted their teeth and adjusted their aim. From the front of the goblin line to the catapults at the very rear.

“Aiming is complete!”

“Fire-!”

Boom-!

The cannonballs were fired all at once.

The firing of the artillerymen, who were among the veterans of the human side, was accurate.

Their crossfire, which had been honed during the past fourteen defenses, instantly tore apart the goblin army’s catapults.

But in the meantime, the fire zone that had been holding back the front line had thinned, and as if they had been waiting for it, the vanguard of the goblin army pushed in.

“Use all the artifacts! Don’t hold back, use everything you can!”

At Lucas’s command, the alchemists activated the artifacts as much as they could.

Streams of magical light burned the enemy lines, flames spewed out, and gusts of wind poured down.

Magic cannons fired, and various magical devices struggled to lift, repel, or teleport the enemy far back.

But the goblin army pushed in.

Thud thud thud-!

The tank corps, which had been waiting for a long time, rushed forward powerfully and took the lead.

“Tanks!”

“Stop them-!”

But there were not enough means to stop them.

Even as they were battered by arrows, had their necks blown off by snipers, and were overturned by magic, the tank corps finally reached the wall.

And,

Kaboom!

The tanks that crashed into the wall caused a grand explosion.

The tanks were loaded with explosives. Not the low-grade explosives used by suicide bombers, but high-grade explosives that the goblin army had collected and collected.

“Crazy…”

Lucas muttered as he looked down at the goblins who were crashing into the wall and exploding one after another.

The tank corps can be said to be the highest-grade unit in the goblin army, above even the cavalry.

Goblins who know how to handle wild cattle and drive tanks. They are high-grade units selected from within the race.

They made them self-destruct.

They throw them away without hesitation.

In exchange for throwing a huge amount of explosives at the wall, they burn the lives of high-grade soldiers together.

As a result,

“The wall…!”

A scout shouted.

“Cracks are appearing in the wall-!”

The wall of Crossroads, where all the technology of the empire was concentrated, withstood most of the explosions, but.

A clear crack appeared on the right end of the wall.

The problem was that the goblin army had also noticed the crack, and their vanguard had already broken through the fire zone and reached the bottom of the wall.

Kilik! Kililik!

A group of soldiers from the goblin army, whose number could no longer be counted, clung to the cracked right wall all at once. And,

Bang!

Boom-!

They self-destructed.

The right end of the wall, engulfed in flames, vibrated greatly, and the edge crumbled and fell down.

The soldiers screamed and retreated from the collapsed wall.

“This is so annoying, really…!”

Lucas gritted his teeth.

“How many of the total troops are suicide bombers…?!”

“They’re coming again-!”

“Artillery! Restore the fire zone! Now-!”

The cannons were aimed at the enemy lines again, and the restored fire zone began to crush the goblins.

But the defense line was clearly starting to crack. Along with the shaking wall…

‘My lord!’

Lucas bit his lip and looked towards the Gray Fortress, where Ash was carrying out a solo operation.

‘We can’t hold out much longer like this, hurry…!’

The next operation.

The counterattack operation prepared by the human side, it had to be executed…

‘My lord…!’

The Gray Fortress, where Ash had trapped himself with the enemy commander, was already covered with the corpses of goblin soldiers, and the gray was no longer visible, only green.

Clang! Clang!

The turrets, covered in goblin blood and corpses, were desperately operating, grinding the goblins to death.

《Kyaak, Kyahahat-!》

The Troll King, standing alone in front of the Gray Fortress, continued to fight even as he was pierced by hundreds of goblin spears and swords.

And, inside that fortress-

***

Thud-!

With a clear sound of flesh tearing.

The dagger that Ash thrust out was embedded in Kali-Alexandros’s chest.