Like an orchestra, the enemy scream and wail in pain, their musical instrument was the bullets and shrapnel that grazed them. Ignacio waved and moved his arms like a conductor. Every movement of his hands would make men groan in pain, explosion reverberated and firearms roared.
Standing tall on top of the trucks, Ignacio smiled as he conducted his concert of death, his work of art would be known as. Music Of Death!
The enemies were devastated, trees were aflame, smoke blocked their vision, before it entered their lungs while ashes filled their tongue.
"Garret, you and paulin can go south now. I'll take care of them here!" Ignacio said to his radio.
The radio crackle."We can't sir. Our south is blockaded by their wing."
Ignacio grimaced. At the north side of the fortress were the enemi
