General Zhousbek's Short Story: Goblins

General Zhousbek turned to her, not slowing his mount’s pace and replied, “Goblins do not suffer from exhaustion as humans do or suffer mental anguish. When we get to Cormyth, they will be ready to fight to their death and when Parsis see our numbers, they will be the ones demoralized. We outnumber every man, woman, and child in Parsis, four to one. Our sheer numbers will overwhelm them.” He then turned back and continued guiding his horse along the narrow pass with Sara and the goblin army following close behind.

The camp was completed in six hours as Faine had predicted and Nightburn was glad of it, since he needed his privacy that his tent would provide and excusing himself to Sir Faine, stepped inside, but instead of resting, he teleported

For now, our lack of ammunition limits our assault but when the wagons arrive with more boulders from the quarry outside Ironmoor, we can resume. Those wagons should arrive later today or early tomorrow morning the next day, but until they do, we should focus our assault on the west wall with the ammunition we still have. General Zenon has ordered reinforcement of that wall, so I don’t know how long it will take to breach it. Let’s aim all the catapults at the west wall and see what happens.”

“Yes, my lord,” Sir Faine replied, now understanding why he had elected to stop the assault on the towers and direct it to the west wall.

“Unless they expect reinforcements, it won’t matter because once we break through, Whitefield will fall. Sir Faine, round up every available soldier to help in moving the catapults. Make haste for time is our enemy now.”

“Yes, my lord.” Running from the observation area, barking orders to his men and everyone scrambling to do as he commanded. More men came from the ranks to help move the heavy, cumbersome devices to the west wall, nonetheless, it took two hours to move the catapults into place, facing them toward the western wall of