looks back, “But they’re
Germans!”
Monte looks to Yusif.
“They wish to join us. Trust me!”
“Fuck ‘em, he’s traded sides,” Pilch says.
Monte nods, “Covering fire! Protect the Germans!”
Pilch moves his rifle toward the Romans, “God-damn-it!”
The Americans open up on the Romans.
Oddball looks to Monte, “Grenades?”
“Not yet!”
A German goes down under a Roman’s blade. Pilch picks off
the Roman before he can take down another.
“They are not going to make it,” Yusif says.
Another German falls with a spear in his leg. A German
Sergeant stops to pick him up. The Romans pause in their advance to fall on the
pair, quickly slashing them to pieces with short swords and spears. Camir and
twelve German survivors are able to make it behind the Americans’ firing line.
“Get them back in the tunnel!” Monte yells.
“Fuck it. Let ‘em fight,” Oddball suggests.
Monte looks at the German soldiers, a tough bunch, and nods
in agreement. A spear sails in to take a German in chest. Everyone crouches for
cover as more spears sail in. Vanessa moves forward and pulls the injured man
back. Johnson scoops up a dropped Roman shield and uses it for cover.
Monte looks to the Romans and then to the Germans, “Can you
fight?”
Muller steps forward, “We need ammo.”
Monte picks up a rifle from a German corpse and tosses it to
him. The other Germans start picking through the bodies of the fallen looking
for ammo. Muller slams a round into the chamber and glares at Pilch.
“Take your best shot, fuehrer,” Pilch spits at him.
The sniper moves forward to confront Pilch, but Muller pulls
him back.
“Karl, relax.”
“Gutless . . . ”
Monte jerks Pilch back and roughly tosses him to the other
side of their position.
“Here they come!” Johnson screams.
The Germans and Americans open fire. Long muzzle flashes
from the weapons reaching out, empty shell casing dropping to the ground and a
wall of death shattering the Roman line. The assault slows, but the Romans keep
coming, pieces of their bodies being blown away as they approach. The horde
looks unstoppable.
“They’re gonna break through!” Johnson screams.
A scared German soldier stands up and dropping his weapon,
runs from the onslaught.
Johnson watches him go, “Hey! You dirty yellow son-of-a . .
. ”
The scared German only makes it a few steps when a bullet
hits him in the back. A German sergeant, Krugger, stands looking at the man he
just killed. The other Germans and GIs look to the smoking gun barrel and the
monster of a man.
“Fight!” Krugger yells and points toward the Romans.
The Romans are almost on them, snarling, screaming. A wall
of lead sprays from the Americans’ position. A spear takes a German in the neck
with a sickening crunch.
“Grenades!” Monte signals Oddball.
Oddball tosses them. The grenades explode. The air is filled
with debris and bones. The second wave of Romans breaks through.
“Again!” Monte yells.
Oddball pulls two grenades and throws them. But it’s too
late. The Romans are on them. One jumps over the bodies and lands on Oddball.
He screams as the Roman thrusts a dagger at his head.
“Oh shit!” Oddball cries out trying to keep the dagger from
his face.
As Oddball grapples with the Roman, another jumps over the
bodies, meeting Yusif’s blade. Oddball struggles with both hands to keep the
dagger away.
“Keep firing! Johnson, look out!” Monte screams.
Another Roman tackles Johnson. He rolls away from its knife
and fires into its head and then uses his shield to bash the skull in of
another Roman that’s crawling toward him. Krugger picks up the Roman trying to
stab Oddball and throws it, flailing, into the incoming horde. Oddball pulls out
his archeological shovel and starts hacking for his life. He doesn’t see a
Roman charging him from behind. The Roman readies his spear to run Oddball
through when Karl fires point-blank. The Roman drops to the floor. Oddball
spins
Germans!”
Monte looks to Yusif.
“They wish to join us. Trust me!”
“Fuck ‘em, he’s traded sides,” Pilch says.
Monte nods, “Covering fire! Protect the Germans!”
Pilch moves his rifle toward the Romans, “God-damn-it!”
The Americans open up on the Romans.
Oddball looks to Monte, “Grenades?”
“Not yet!”
A German goes down under a Roman’s blade. Pilch picks off
the Roman before he can take down another.
“They are not going to make it,” Yusif says.
Another German falls with a spear in his leg. A German
Sergeant stops to pick him up. The Romans pause in their advance to fall on the
pair, quickly slashing them to pieces with short swords and spears. Camir and
twelve German survivors are able to make it behind the Americans’ firing line.
“Get them back in the tunnel!” Monte yells.
“Fuck it. Let ‘em fight,” Oddball suggests.
Monte looks at the German soldiers, a tough bunch, and nods
in agreement. A spear sails in to take a German in chest. Everyone crouches for
cover as more spears sail in. Vanessa moves forward and pulls the injured man
back. Johnson scoops up a dropped Roman shield and uses it for cover.
Monte looks to the Romans and then to the Germans, “Can you
fight?”
Muller steps forward, “We need ammo.”
Monte picks up a rifle from a German corpse and tosses it to
him. The other Germans start picking through the bodies of the fallen looking
for ammo. Muller slams a round into the chamber and glares at Pilch.
“Take your best shot, fuehrer,” Pilch spits at him.
The sniper moves forward to confront Pilch, but Muller pulls
him back.
“Karl, relax.”
“Gutless . . . ”
Monte jerks Pilch back and roughly tosses him to the other
side of their position.
“Here they come!” Johnson screams.
The Germans and Americans open fire. Long muzzle flashes
from the weapons reaching out, empty shell casing dropping to the ground and a
wall of death shattering the Roman line. The assault slows, but the Romans keep
coming, pieces of their bodies being blown away as they approach. The horde
looks unstoppable.
“They’re gonna break through!” Johnson screams.
A scared German soldier stands up and dropping his weapon,
runs from the onslaught.
Johnson watches him go, “Hey! You dirty yellow son-of-a . .
. ”
The scared German only makes it a few steps when a bullet
hits him in the back. A German sergeant, Krugger, stands looking at the man he
just killed. The other Germans and GIs look to the smoking gun barrel and the
monster of a man.
“Fight!” Krugger yells and points toward the Romans.
The Romans are almost on them, snarling, screaming. A wall
of lead sprays from the Americans’ position. A spear takes a German in the neck
with a sickening crunch.
“Grenades!” Monte signals Oddball.
Oddball tosses them. The grenades explode. The air is filled
with debris and bones. The second wave of Romans breaks through.
“Again!” Monte yells.
Oddball pulls two grenades and throws them. But it’s too
late. The Romans are on them. One jumps over the bodies and lands on Oddball.
He screams as the Roman thrusts a dagger at his head.
“Oh shit!” Oddball cries out trying to keep the dagger from
his face.
As Oddball grapples with the Roman, another jumps over the
bodies, meeting Yusif’s blade. Oddball struggles with both hands to keep the
dagger away.
“Keep firing! Johnson, look out!” Monte screams.
Another Roman tackles Johnson. He rolls away from its knife
and fires into its head and then uses his shield to bash the skull in of
another Roman that’s crawling toward him. Krugger picks up the Roman trying to
stab Oddball and throws it, flailing, into the incoming horde. Oddball pulls out
his archeological shovel and starts hacking for his life. He doesn’t see a
Roman charging him from behind. The Roman readies his spear to run Oddball
through when Karl fires point-blank. The Roman drops to the floor. Oddball
spins
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