"What do he think we are now? God? How are we supposed to know how to get rid of this monster from inside if even nukes and a few tens of divisions' firepower can't defeat them from outside?" Chernov said unsatisfiedly.
"Maybe from somewhere you are correct, you are kind of god right, since the 'Will of the Nation' had chosen you," Sokolov said.
While Chernov was complaining, he was also thinking about how to complete the task. After all, it was an order.
"Ring..."
Suddenly, there was a light sound appeared in his head.
"Ring..." The sound repeated.
"Ring?" Chernov said it out.
"What ring?" Sokolov was also curious about.
Chernov then reacted, it was the sound of the 'Will of Nation', it had been sometimes he had communicated with him, making him forget that he could do it. He then continued asking about the ring.
"What ring? Where is it?"
"The ring from the king was used as the energy core for the monster; destroying or taking it can immediately bring this monster down. Where exactly is it? I don't know. But I will suggest that you look for the Orc's king, normally it will not be far from him..."
"Then where is the King?"
However, the 'Will of Nation' didn't answer, disappearing again after telling Chernov about the ring.
"Bylat!" Chernov scolded and told Sokolov about what he knows.
"Not a problem, we are at the bottom of the monster body, just go up and we can find the king, just a matter of time."
"Yes, but we are lacking time now; every second we are late will cause another thousand men's deaths."
"Then what else can we do? We can do everything faster in exchange for higher casualties."
"The sacrifice is necessary. How many men are still able to fight? I will lead the assault by myself."
"Another 200 men, I will follow you, and our allies too, I will ask the other to look for those wounded here."
Chernov did not respond, agreed on Sokolov's arrangement, it is the most desperate moment, everyone who can contribute will need to join the assault.
Chernov's plan has also been sent to Orgarkov.
"Great, perhaps we should also do something to support their action, no matter how limited it is. Prepare to launch the special ammunition, ready for intense artillery bombardment."
Ten minutes later, dazzling rays of light cut through the darkness, illuminating the night. Like a meteor, the Soviet thermite rockets dragged long trails of fire across the night sky and quickly fell towards the monster.
The thermite sticks to the monster and starts burning. Perhaps it will be a question of whether it can cause any damage to it, but at least it makes the monster visible at night.
"Aim! Ready! Fire!"
In a few kilometers to ten, artillery of different calibers began to shoot directly at the monster's head, eyes, mouth and other parts. This is what the Soviet staff has analysed and believes to be the weak point of the monster.
Explosions start to appear on the monster's head, a few shells that are lucky enough fly straight into his mouth, or hit directly on his eyes. However, the monster only has a soft cry of pain, and converts this pain again to his energy, shooting forward those artillery.
Another few tens of artillery pieces disappear together with their operators, but the other did not stop, continuing what they should do.
On the other side, Chernov and his squad did not meet any resistance when going to Skolm. Precisely, all resistance and orcs have already been eliminated before this monster has even been summoned and awakened. The only problem now is, it is too difficult to get themselves up.
"God damm it. How long do we still need to walk and climb to get to the top?"
"Probably a few hours, who knows? Stop complaining and continue climbing."
The journey going up is not going well, despite there is no resistance from the Orcs. Frequently shaking and energy from the monster affect them, and there will be someone unlucky who dies from it.
A few hours later, the first soldiers finally reach the peak, they can even see the luxury seats, most probably the King's Throne.
"Colonel, we have almost reached the top. I can see the king's throne."
"Great, everyone, hurry up, prepare yourself for ..." Before Chernov even finished giving his order, the scream of the soldiers interrupted.
"Ahhhh!" One of the soldiers has been thrown and dropped off the cliff.
One tall orc with his heavy luxury armor came out and looked down at them coldly.
"Lowly humans, I won't let you win this battle so easily."
"Ding Ding Ding" Another soldier who has climbed up starts shooting towards Skolm with his rifle, but the bullet can't penetrate his armor and helmet. Within a second, Skolm has got in front of him, and grabs his head with one hand and crushes it.
The sacrifice of these soldiers also gives the other the chance to climb up.
"The one who started this war and massacre is right in front of us. Comrades, follow me! We will either die here or return to the embrace of the motherland with pride and honour, ura!"
More and more soldiers started to climb up, and Skolm was welcoming them with his big hammer; many of them were smashed into mashes. The tragic death of their comrades did not affect the morale of the others, but on the contrary, it improved it to a certain extent. The desire to avenge their comrade and the people filled their hearts.
One spetznaz was enough for what was happening now, he decided to sacrifice himself to buy the other sometimes. He collects as much of grenades as he can, with these grenades, rushes at Skolm and tries to die with him.
Skolm, who was fast-moving, was stunned for a second when someone hugged him. He looked down, smiled contemptuously.
"You think you can push me down the cliff? Look at yourself and me, such a stupid human."
Indeed, looking from the height, Skolm is almost 3 meters tall while the spetznaz is just a normal human height below 2 meters, of course, it is impossible to push him down.
The spetznaz did not speak, but laughed. Skolm has lost interest in continuing to play with him, grab him and crush his body. But before he was crushed, the explosion happened, a few tens of grenades exploded together and blew off his hand.
Dust and shock brought by the explosion have shocked Skolm for a few seconds. When the time he reacted to the explosion, it was a sword that coming towards him. The sword of the elf.
Skolm barely blocked. Aerindral and his dwarf friend have climbed up. While Aria and Serina provide support from the back, their ability are not suitable for hand-to-hand combat.
"You piece of shit, your opponent are us. It's time to settle accounts over the years."
"Prince of the elves? That is why the Soviets have prepared well and attacked us this time. Ahh, we will die together here."
"Colonel, we will duel with him, let your man get the ring."
Chernov nodded his head, gave a gesture, and a few soldiers immediately rushed towards the throne, going to the peak. Haven't they passed through the throne, a few laser penetrate their body, leaving a burn hole on their body.
"I am not dead yet, as long as I am alive, no one passes through it." Skolm, who was fighting, said.
Chernov and Sokolov look at each other, feeling helpless.
"Shall we just continue to rush? Perhaps it can target that many people at the same time." Sokolov asks.
"Negative, concentrate on the king first, we don't have enough men to die."
Battles continue.
Meanwhile, outside, it is 4 am now.
"How is the situation now? Is the monster still showing no sign of falling?"
"I am sorry that your worry is right, Comrade Marshal, we still see no sign of it falling."
"How about those troops inside?"
"Colonel Chernov has got some guidance from the 'Will of the Nation' for getting the ring at the peak. But they are currently struggling with the Orc king, they will need some extra time."
Orgarkov take a deep breath.
"Stop waiting, inform Marshal Oleg's tank army to reinforce us."
"Affirmative, the transport plane is already in the air. A few hours later, the first patch of 30,000 personnel, together with their vehicle, will be airdropped here."
Get back to the battle within the monster.
By this time, skolm armor is already full of blood, most of it is not from himself, but from the soldiers of the Red Army. However, fighting with Aerindral and the others does cause him some injuries, they are way better doing this compared to the Soviets.
Aerindral feels helpless, this guy is too difficult to deal with. Not only heavy armour and a helmet that protect him, but also a horrible self-healing ability. When did the Orcs have this kind of ability?
"Ha! Is this what you all got? Perhaps the destiny of the Octa is doom, but the same for you all! You all will die here today." Skolm declared this loudly, making sure everyone could hear it.
Chernov on a side, thinking of a solution, the only way now is to kill Skolm, but, same like the biggest problem, he is too hard to kill without the help of heavy equipment. He looks at his hand and thinks of something in his mind.
"Perhaps I should give it a try."
The energy on the wall is getting brighter and brighter, the monster is preparing to launch another laser strike, and another few thousand men will die. Not much time is left to him.
He gave Sokolov a look, and Sokolov immediately understood what to do.
"Fire Cover!"
Instantaneously, an RPG was launched toward Skolm. Skolm saw it from the corner of his eyes, plus the speed of the RPG was slow for him. The RPG did not hit him.
"Too Slow!" Again, he smiled contemptuously.
But this is the end, a bayonet pierced his neck from behind. Skolm again doesn't even want to turn around to kill the one who tried to kill him, a normal bayonet from a human can't do any damage to him.
But soon, he regretted, more and more red energy started to release from the bayonet and enter his body.
His body started to collapse, his hands and feet began to feel weak, and his consciousness began to become blurred, accompanied by severe pain. He tried to shout, but the blood in his throat stopped him from doing it.
Skolm uses all his last energy to turn around to see who killed him, and sees a half-transparent person standing behind him, looking at him indifferently. Lastly, Skolm lost all his vital signs. The king of Octa, Skolm, died.
Seeing Skolm has died, Chernov turns around and starts walking to the peak, where the ring was. Soldiers stood on one side, showing their salute to him, the honour should belong to Chernov, everyone agreed.
He passed through the throne, Skolm was right; without him, there is no laser now attacking them. And in the end, came in front of the ring, where it is now floating in the middle of the air on top of the circular groove table.
Chernov reached out to take it, but quickly pulled it back and looked at the fingers that had entered the table. They were already burned. Take a deep breathe, this time he reached out with his left hand, the hand is burning, he can even smell the taste of roasted meat, and finally, he grabbed the ring and took it out.
Without the ring, the energy started to be lost, and all the energy on the wall and rock started to become dimmer. Looking from the outside, the monster stops moving and starts to feel.
"Comrade Marshal, the monster has fallen, the monster has fallen!" Operator reports this happily to Orgarkov.
"The monster had fallen. Should we change the order for Marshal Oleg's tank army?"
"No, remain it first before I see our flag raised on the peak. Our troops inside it must have done something to make it fall, but I'm not sure that there is anything else will happen. Remain the order first."
Same time, another shake happened inside. Chernov, who had already suffered much, fainted again.
When everything stops moving and remains in Static, Chernov barely hears someone calling and shaking him.
"Colonel, Colonel, wake up!"
As he opened his eyes, he saw Sokolov again.
"Colonel, can you move?"
"Maybe, I feel so weak now. What else is stopping us now? What is the latest order?"
"Nothing, but only the last step remains, planting our glorious motherland banner on top of the peak, declaring to the world, the doom of the Orcs' kingdom. I and the other comrades agreed to give this honour mission to you, this is what you deserve."
Finish speaking, another soldiers carrying the banner walk from Sokolov back, and wanted to pass it to Chernov. Chernov tried to stand up, but pain from his right hand stopped him; the whole hand had already burned, where he could even see the burned meat and some part of the bones.
Sokolov goes up and helps him immediately, while the other soldier passes him the banner to his left hand. In a puff of dust, they walked out of the cave, saw the sky outside, and felt the heat from the still-burning thermite.
Finally, they get to the peak. Chernov, enduring the pain, unfurling the national flag, the red flag fluttering in the wind, and last, pushing it into the ground, declaring the end of the Orc's kingdom, and the victory of the Soviet Union!
Those troops that are fighting around, see this and start cheering.
"Comrade Marshal, we have seen the Red Flag flying on the peak of the mountain; it was Colonel Chernov planting it. We have victory!" Another cheer with URA filled the command post.
Orgarkov have the same feeling for them, but he has something else to do.
"Modify the order for Marshal Oleg's tank army, destination: the elf capital!"
Somewhere with some distance, the reinforcement brought by Aba Aba has finally reached. But it is too late, they can see the red flag in blazing fire, together with another hundred transport aircraft flying towards them in the air. A feeling of despair filled the entire army, including Aba Aba.
"Surrender, we have lost the battle." Aba Aba told his adjutant while he was going somewhere else.
"Marshal, where are you going?"
"I have committed too many crimes on the Soviet land, they will not forgive me. Surrender is not an option for me, I will return the the elf land, at least, I will bring the elf to die together with us!"
The Orcs kingdom, Octa, is destroyed and doomed.