Give Up

Like a spreading plague, the chain reaction of collapse swiftly swept across the three main roads on the outskirts of the Shantytown Area.

Under the organized onslaught of the Sauron army and Lainer's unexpected tactical strike, the first tottering line of defense was breached one after another.

The crude barricades were shoved down and smashed apart by savage force. The surviving defenders and armed civilians, faced with an absolute gap in strength, had their morale utterly crumble. They wailed and screamed, scattering in every direction like headless flies, abandoning their weapons and their comrades' corpses behind them.

However, the Sauron had a very clear objective.

Under the officers' cold, efficient command, they did not split their forces to sweep up the defeated remnants who had fled into the narrow, spiderweb-like alleys on both sides.

Instead, like three red-hot sharp knives, they followed the main roads, maintained tight assault formations, and launched a swift thrust toward the deeper reaches of the Shantytown Area, toward the core district where the firelight was denser.

Any scattered resistance along the way was crushed in an instant by their overwhelming numbers. Anyone who knelt and begged for mercy was cut down without the slightest hesitation.

In their eyes, there was only the next objective: to completely open the road to the harbor!

Iron hooves and war boots trampled through mud and pools of blood. Battle cries and dying wails echoed through the narrow streets, magnified again and again.

The Sauron army surged forward along the main roads like a tide of death, leaving wreckage and corpses in its wake.

Soon, these three torrents of steel advanced into the heart of the Shantytown Area with the force of split bamboo, and converged there.

Ahead of them appeared the second and final line of defense, one that