Emily Shadowhunter 7 - a Vampire, Shapeshifter, Werewolf novel: Book 7: REVOLUTION by Craig Zerf

Author:Craig Zerf [Zerf, Craig]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-08-26T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 19

King Globolb hawked loudly and spat on the floor of the throne room. In front of him knelt row after row of his officers.

The only ranks in the Goblin army were General and Sergeant. There was no need for any other interceding ranks. The simple way they conducted war had no need of complicated structures or complex rules.

There were fifty generals, all of whom were blue-skinned Hobgoblins. It was impossible for a lower cast green-goblin to rise above the rank of sergeant.

Each general commanded one hundred sergeants.

And each sergeant was in charge of one hundred soldiers.

Each combination of General, sergeants and soldiers were called a fist, and was made up of ten thousand and one goblins.

Fifty fists.

An army of over half a million.

Enough to fill over five Superbowl Stadiums.

All soldiers, regardless of what unit, carried the same weapons and armor. Even those that rode the giant battle-frogs.

A simple steel helm. A studded leather coat that hung to their knees. Rough leather sandals. A woolen kilt. A four foot long, broad-bladed spear. Over their shoulder, a small recurved bow with a quiver holding twenty arrows. And strapped to their waist, a heavy curved dagger.

The Goblin soldier did not practice marching drills, nor any form of square-bashing. When they moved from one place to another, they did so in a huge, unruly throng.

When they attacked, there were no shield walls, or lines of attack or subtle tactics to expose the enemy’s flanks.

They simply shot arrows at you, and when they ran out, they came at you on foot or on battle-frog. En masse. Waving their weapons while screaming and ululating.

And they did so in huge quantity, throwing themselves at you until, by sheer force of numbers, they ground you down.

To face a Goblin horde in full charge was a truly terrifying thing.

Behind the king was a large map of the goblin kingdom and the surrounding lands. The map had been built by the finest goblin craftsmen and was constructed using three-dimensional modeling. Mountains, cities, even forests, meticulously laid out.

Each fist was represented by a small golden dagger plunged into the map. A tiny flag attached to each blade, designated the name of the fist.

Each one being named after the general in charge.

Fist Kazak.

Fist Blogmod.

Fist Plobble, and so forth.

The king had come up with a plan that was both ambitious and simple. Instead of merely attacking all of the towns and villages closest to his border, he had decided to advance in a single direction, across a smaller front and create a corridor that extended deep into the Winter Queen’s realm. This would create a path between his border and the mountains of Zaroth. A spine of mountains that ran across the realm from west to east.

He called this corridor, the King’s Finger.

He assigned ten fists, including three battle-frog fists, to spearhead the advance. He then allocated another twenty fists to widen the corridor, taking the towns and villages to each side of the finger as the invasion pushed further into the Fae Queen’s territory.

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