The Longest Day (V)

At a time everyone believed impossible, the Ork army launched a massive surprise assault on the Gamer-Wali Line of the New California Republic.

The scale of the offensive was impossible to calculate. The Harpies roughly estimated that between eight and twelve million Orks had taken part in the attack, such an immense force that it packed the entire riverbank to bursting.

But for any command system, such an enormous force was a colossal disaster.

Guk abandoned any attempt at detailed command. He had only one order.

Cross the river!

Cross the river!

Every Ork charged into the raging flood with that single thought in mind, turning the offensive into a catastrophe.

A catastrophe for both Orks and humans.

Tens of thousands of Orks drowned in the river. Within half an hour of the attack beginning, at least three hundred thousand boys had drowned in the torrents of the Sikasen River. Such casualties would have driven any commander mad.

But compared to the entire Ork army, such losses were merely a drop in the ocean.

Humanity had calculated everything, but they had also been shackled by their own way of thinking. They had overlooked this senseless madness, as well as that tyrant's resolve.

An hour after the river crossing began, the number of drowned Orks had already surged past a million. Some channels were completely blocked by corpses, allowing even Snotlings to walk across the water atop the floating dead.

At the same time, the number of Orks who had crossed the river also reached a million, then rapidly rose to three million.

A calamity swept across the Gamer-Wali Line.

In its original design, this defensive line had only been meant to withstand an Ork army numbering in the millions.

Yet just thirty minutes after the war began, the line had