A Truely Great War
Chapter One
The towering general stood high above his magnificent army, there were below him, covered the ground as far as the eye could see, and every single one of their eyes were rooted on him. Like robots, he thought as he stared out, every so often one would move the weight of his gun to the other shoulder, or check for the umpteenth time whether he had enough ammo. Everyone knew what was happening, the time had come, and the magnificent glukkon began to roar out to the crowd, “You know why you are all here! You all know what must be done! You all know that we WILL BE VICTORIOUS!” And after only those words, and enormous cheer erupted from the sligs, every one of them caught up in the frenzy of screams and adoration. There were a force of death; nothing could possibly stop this great might the glukkons had once only dreamt of. “NOW GO!” screamed the general. His voice was magnified many thousands of times by the microphones nearby. Then, he watched.
There were in a great desert, around them were enormous structures, all metal, all large, all dominating. The general himself was stood on a large podium directly in front of a magnificent building, the front of the building was in the shape of his lustrous face, and his eyes were great white spotlights which lit up many miles of the desert even in the darkest of nights. Below the sligs were orderly and keen to move, it began at the back line. They all turned one hundred and eighty degrees, then walked calmly, yet efficiently out into the distance, and then the same happened with the next line, and the next, and the next; and so it went on. Their large machine guns were packed full of ammo, there masks freshly cleansed and re-fixed, their metallic legs oiled and fuelled. It was a beautiful sight. From the sides of the infantry shot up hundreds of sligs into the sky, up and up they went, each with a large bag of grenades on his back and a machine gun over his shoulder, their helicopter blades would do most of their work. Once all the fliers entered the air, still in formation, they all began to move, easily catching up with the early lines of infantry.
The general stood, anticipating what was next. He couldn’t wait; his head was sweating bags full and he kept shouting at his main slig guard for the simplest of mistakes, but he knew deep down that he would have to be patient; many thousands of lines of infantry had to move out of the way before they came. When the sligs had all finally started moving into the distance, below the great podium, the amazing building suddenly began to open enormous iron doors. Once they had moved right up into the building, from the darkness emerged a new power. Great tanks. The tanks rolled slowly out, magnificent in size and stature, every one identical, every one had the face of the general as it’s foremost shape, and behind that face was an almost spherical machine of iron and steel, with a large gun on the top, surrounded by 6 machine guns. Each tank had ten sligs inside it, and each one moved at approximately seven miles per hour. The general watched with tear covered eyes, his plan was coming together, soon he would be successful, and have riches beyond imagination.
As the tanks slowly moved out of their chamber, and across the desert, creating large clouds of dust as they did, another 6 lines of the air support launched their wings into the air, and followed slowly at the tanks pace. Soon would be the time of clashing.
Chapter Two coming soon
