Futanari System

The Empire seemed to have settled in for the last couple of days while we cleaned things up on our end, tossed the bodies away, and burned them. We could have used the bodies as another barrier to come up the hill, but that would also provide cover. What I truly wanted was to be able to make steel barbed wire and make them run over it.

Our industrial base was not at that point yet. It was taking more time than I thought to make something of that variety back home. It was one of the many things that our logistics army was looking into, but it should definitely be in its own part of the military as Research and development. The problem was the distribution of gold, and we needed more to go around.

This did not stop my current circumstance of wondering WHAT THE FUCK the Empire was up to. After their first attack, they had yet to make a mass attack. Instead, they camped at the edges and then sent spells toward us. Those spells were nothing but a waste of mana, so my people started to treat them as jokes. The problem was that I did not think they were actually jokes. I think they were part of a larger strategy.

I could be wrong, but I read too many history books and saw some of the shit early wars got up to from five thousand behind held back for three hundred or so many more examples of just the plain bull shit that can happen in war. My job was to stop a vast majority of that from happening. In fact, at this point, the history books would consider what we had done to the Empire to be pure bullshit.

The fact that we broke through the borders Killed A rankers as we pushed in and killed the reinforcements to the borders before taking over a major city in a few weeks. Then we took down a massive force of eight hundred thousand if you count the battle slaves we used against them. You have the look of a half million taking on what the Empire has now brought out, a one point one million population army if you're counting the battle slaves we killed. It had been a massacre through their forces, and morale was still very high on our side.

Luckily, I used the Logistics Army to get through the heads of the grunts and the Grunt of an Elder to cool their attitudes. Pushing deeper would be suicide. So, with that being said, watching the spells fly into the trenches where many of our Wizards were just ignoring them was starting to become an issue. The new pits were not an issue; it was the attitude.

A whistle sounded in the midafternoon as I was about to go talk to the Wizards about their lack of defense. Drums then followed the whistle, and the distinct feeling of A rankers came from the enemy's side. Six Humans appeared flying above the army tents, and the Elders matched their numbers above our trenches. Men and women in armor started to line up in formation with what I could only call REMARKABLE discipline. They did it in a full ten minutes, and they were ready to march forward to attack. It was a display of their teamwork, which is what I had worked so hard to counter.

"Surrender beasts!" One of the A rankers said, his voice booming out over the front.

"Try sticking your hand in then," Elder Bradley said. "See if you can keep it!"

Silence took the field, and I felt like the human A ranker was pissed at Elder Bradley's reply. Then, the beats of the drums mixed with flutes and whistles and spells flew from the back of their ranks. These were no longer weak spells that could be ignored, and the A rankers burst into action.

Spells mixed together, and I watched my mother clash with another A-ranking wizard. They were in a close combat battle that I could not keep up with. I would catch glimpses of her snow clashing with ice. It was an intense battle, and the Elders were fighting and bleeding the Humans as they were being bled.

The battle in the air was much more intense than the one on the ground as our wizards blocked and shot against the Empire. The march uphill was steady, and the shields once again blocked the advancement. I had gotten my hands on a shield since the last battle. The enchantment was difficult to decipher but not impossible. Our civilization was literally unable to do one of our own at this point. We just could not make the steel for the shields, and the enchantment was simpler than one would think. It was a mere air pocket. It put a pocket of air just before the shield that if something was physical, it would hit the steel; if it was mana, it would depend on the type. Each shield had something different. Inside that pocket was a third enchantment meant to counter wind, ice, fire, or lightning. The most common spells slung at each other. So, not all of the spells were being broken. But the other ingenious thing was that the pocket of air went out a little off the sides of what you could see. Not by much, but it allowed the shelves to overlap without actually hitting each other.

IT was smart, and watching our spells break on them was annoying. But ultimately, there were still shields being hit, and men and women were still being killed under those enchantments. They were not perfect, and there were holes. Then, just behind them, the wizards had to walk up with them, meaning they had to have space to fling spells at us.

The Beast-kin at the front were ready once again for the Empire. They had already dealt with the Empire a couple of days before, and now they were ready to win again. The Beast-kin had gotten used to victories. They were the winners, and the humans were the losers, so as they reached the peak of the hill, they watched as the wizards started to blast them with fresh spells. Then, the empire stepped into the trenches, not falling at this time. But again, this was the moment that the B-ranked wizards struck.

See, just because you stepped down did not mean a hole was not opened in your formation. That first step was a bit steeper than they thought, even if they knew about it. It also did not help that a lot of the beast kin took last night, making that first step a little harsher than it had been the day before.

So when the Empire stepped down, there was again a moment when they were open to attack. It was brief, insanely short, but the Wizards had been waiting for it, and no idiots made it to B rank. They saw their moment, and once again, spells blasted into the Empire's ranks, and the second line went into the third line, stopping their wizards from reaching the top of the crest.
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Now, they were in a tough spot. They could no longer attack our wizards because of their positioning behind their ranks.

Which now opened up the C rankers and B rankers that were defending to attack, and they hailed upon the front lines with hate. Screams erupted and tore into them with blood and gore, and the first ranks once again found themselves face to face with Barbarians that excelled in close-range melee combat.

The clash in the trenches was intense as the Empire's front lines seemed to realize this might happen again and were displaced. They clashed with the Beast-kin with order and discipline, which impressed me, and I watched, wanting to join. Instead, I watched from the back as The beast-kin, for the first time, truly stood and fought against an unwavering line. These men and women were seemingly expecting everything thrown at them and pushed into the ranks of beast kin and died where they could as the Second ranks gathered themselves and charged back into position.

The Calls on our end to follow the plan rang out, and Beast-kin allowed themselves to be pushed back, and some in the back ran away to get into position. The beast-kin went deeper into the trenches, and the Empire started to notice something was up as they pushed the beast-kin more and more into a funnel, which they easily backed out of. Nothing stopped them, and they found themselves suddenly three or four versus the same amount with little space to maneuver.

Worse, The people who retreated early were not idle.

As they pushed in deeper, they suddenly found themselves at a crossroads or messenger paths familiar to the Beast-kin, and the Empire soldiers were hopelessly lost. Now, as they pushed in following orders that no longer were relevant, Beast kin started to pour out from all sides. As they pushed in like the beast kin wanted to, they died as they were surrounded and killed even as they valiantly kept their teamwork till the end. Some broke and surrendered, and a call to retreat came out a little too late for many, but the very thing that got the front runners killed is what stopped the entire war from being over at this moment.

Only so many could move into the trenches at a time, and I decided I had never considered this an issue. I winced as I realized that the Empire scrambled to unscramble themselves from each other, which did not take long as their discipline showed itself once again, but we were not letting them out without a battle.

"TO WAR, MY FELLOW BEASTS, MAKE THE EMPIRE BLEED!" I Roared across the battlefield, and the A rankers seemed to have clashed at the moment I finished to emphasize my point with a loud blast of air resounding through the battlefield. The beast-kin main army had been waiting for this moment, and some made sure they bled as they retreated, coming in from the sides over the trenches. It was a scramble just like we wanted, and discipline was at its worst for the empire as there was simply too much going on at the same time for the discipline to shine through and hold steady.

They backed up, and the Wizards, who had one rank, were popping off spells and defensive spells as the Beast-kin started to swarm over them.

Suddenly, a Seventh Human A ranker emerged and swooped toward the Trenches where Elder Redscale suddenly appeared and stopped them from clashing against the lower ranks to save their people. It was sudden and flashy, but spells clashed right above the army's ranks, and the fighting got more intense as the Human army pulled out with at least a rank less of soldiers and retreated down the hill. As they reached the crest and with the wizards, they were ready for us to chase them down, and they filed together. They had held their weapons, Retreated through blood, and as they got back to their own, they turned around and followed their training. It was almost godlike discipline instilled into these soldiers, and they found that as they turned around, the Barbarians and beasts, they thought nothing of were taunting them instead of chasing them.

To the Empire, it was insane. The blood and gore inflicted upon them was one that they had never seen in their careers and when the enemy should have come for the kill. They stopped and smiled. Some made rude gestures. A couple of Bunny-kin covered in Blood started to fornicate in front of them. Some even pissed on their dead comrades while the Wizards kept them safe from the follow-up spells, and the Empire was allowed to walk back to their tents, with many less than there had been walking up the hill again.

The Clash of the A rankers sounded for longer, though.

The army below cheered and fornicated and mocked the empire while the Elders and the Empire's powerhouses clashed. It was a display of dominance from the Beast-kin, and they mocked the Empire's powerhouses for being sore losers and having already lost the battle. To my knowledge, it was a mockery of how the wars were normally fought in this world, and they were venting the feelings of their army and their hate on the Elders. They clashed for hours and hours after the battle, and night fell when they stopped and retreated back into the Empire's camp.

It was another decisive Victory for the Beast-kin nation. The army was high on its success and mocked the Empire loudly from the hilltops along the defensive line.

Discipline was at its worst, and the morale was at its peak. In order to combat the complete Mirth of the situation, Isabelle had to have our ranking people move through the army that was intent on celebrating the win to get ahold of themselves. It was deep in the night when the guards finally stopped yelling and cheering with their people and having sex with their fellows and got back to work.

Everyone seemed to be affected, even the Elders, as smiles were all around. Still, Discipline needed to be held, and Isabelle and I moved around, even whipping those who continued to want to get others to celebrate with them. The Morale was too high, and we barely had the rations, so parties were absolutely a no-go. There was work to be done, so finally, as morning broke, the army got back together and started to clean up after the last battle, and Isabelle and I heaved a sigh of relief.

Thank fuck they did not just turn around and attack again last night.

We would not have been able to put up a defense, and they would have massacred us.

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