Restart:Untalented Man

“Yes, sir.” The team leader nodded. His own voice was laced with a tinge of sorrow.

Taking a deep breath, Major General Nolan addressed his team, his voice filled with determination. “We cannot dwell on what has been lost. It’s do or die circumstances now.” he said.

Major General Nolan knew that he had to address the citizens, to rally their spirits and instil a sense of resilience. He moved to an open space within the city, his footsteps heavy with determination.

As the leader of the fighting forces against Ryntum, all eyes were naturally on him.

Finding a higher ground, Major General Nolan positioned himself where everyone could see him. He stood tall, his gaze sweeping across the weary faces of his comrades.

The devastation and loss were evident in their eyes, but he knew that he had to ignite the flicker of hope within their hearts.

Silence fell over the crowd as they awaited his words, their anticipation palpable. Major General Nolan took a moment to gather his thoughts, feeling the weight of responsibility upon his shoulders.

“All of you must be curious about the explosion that shook our port,” he began, his voice tinged with a mix of sorrow and determination. “It was caused by the relentless assault of our enemy, the Ryntum’s fleet. They have severed our lifeline and crippled our supplies in an attempt to force us into submission.”

His gaze scanned the faces of the soldiers and the civilians, their expressions a reflection of the hardships they had endured. “But we cannot allow despair to consume us,” he continued, his voice rising with a fierce resolve. “We are the last defenders of Barlia in this land. The outcome of this battle will dictate the future of our nation. We will not surrender, nor will we yield to them!”

The crowd listened intently, their eyes fixed on Major General Nolan. He painted a vivid picture of their dire situation, describing the dwindling supplies and the harsh reality that awaited them.

“We stand here today, united by the common purpose. The path ahead is treacherous, filled with blood and sacrifice, but it is a path we must tread. We have been pushed to the edge but we will never give in!”

The major general’s voice grew more resolute, infused with an unyielding determination that resonated within each soul present. “We may be outnumbered, outgunned, and battered, but we still possess the unbreakable spirit and the unwavering resolve that courses through our veins.”

He gestured towards the city surrounding them, “This city has witnessed the first steps of our ancestors toward a better future and this city will witness our struggle to protect it.”

The crowd erupted into a chorus of fervent cheers, their voices intertwining with a renewed sense of purpose. Major General Nolan’s words ignited the flame of resistance within them, fueling their determination to defend their homeland to the last breath.

The atmosphere was charged with unwavering resolve, as the people of Eikadir found solace in the words of their leader. Major General Nolan’s speech had stirred their spirits, uniting them for a common purpose.

With unwavering determination, they grabbed anything they could find, turning tools, broken wooden planks, and even household items into makeshift weapons.

The will to defend their city burned fiercely in their hearts.

On the open ground, maps were laid out, and strategy discussions began. Major General Nolan’s officers and advisors collaborated, analyzing the current situation and devising a plan to maximize their limited resources. Every move was carefully considered, every detail scrutinized to ensure the highest chance of success. .

As the strategies were set, the people of Eikadir moved as a well-oiled machine for the counterattack.

….

Outside the city wall, the day unfolds like a breathtaking canvas painted by nature’s hand. The sun cast its burning light over the battlefield, drenching thousands of soldiers in sweat.

The air is heavy with tension, and the once melodious sounds of nature are drowned out by the sound of artillery. However, Barlians’ cheers and shouts echo in the distance, clearly heard by the Ryntum troops.

Levi looked on with curiosity as he heard the distant cheers and shouts of the Barlian forces.

He turned to one of his officers and raised an eyebrow in question. “What’s going on over there? Why are they so worked up?” he asked, scanning the horizon where the sounds were coming from.

His officer shrugged and squinted toward the city walls. “I’m not entirely sure, sir,” he replied.

Levi heard a sound of explosion just a moment ago and he believes it must have something happen over the direction of the port.

His mind raced, trying to make sense of the Barlians’ unexpected reaction. If the explosion in the port, where the warehouses are located, it should have dealt a crippling blow to their supply lines and leave them in disarray.

Instead, the cheers and shouts from the enemy seemed to indicate the opposite.

He turned back to his officer who stood beside him. “You heard the explosion too, right?” he asked, seeking confirmation.

“Of course! How could I miss such a loud noise, sir.” the officer responded. “Perhaps those attacks were caused by our navy.” he deduced.

“Yeah, I thought the same as well.” Levi nodded, agreeing with the officer. “If so, then this is not the reaction they suppose to have. Their response is far too spirited considering the situation. Why are they cheering?”

His officer tries to make sense of the situation. However, after several minutes passed, he couldn’t find a good reason to speak of.

Levi didn’t want to shove this matter aside, so he issue an order. “Prepare our scouts to gather information about their movements. Find out want had happened.”

“Yes, sir!” replied the officer before promptly leaving the scene.

As the scouts were dispatched, Levi’s forces continued their relentless bombardment of the city.

He knew that every minute mattered, and the Barlians’ cheers only fueled his determination to capture the city faster.

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