Glory to the Crown (A Self Insert Story)

Libertation of Cymru

Molova, Caedryd

Molova was inside a Cathedral and walking amongst his undead legion, seemingly unconcerned. He strolls the qiuet streets with the moans of the living dead was the only source of sound there is

Sitting down on the altar where a green magic circle, he was using magic to see the POV of one of his undead warrior on the result of his first wave

Molova: Tsk, it seems those British are powerful enough to resist a splinter horde of 30,000 undead! This is more troublesome that i expected

His concentration was broken when he hears something outside of the Cathedral, the sound of a hundred whistles simulataneously falling down on Caedryd

Suddenly, a powerful blast rocks the earth with a strong shockwave breaking the church's stained glass. He recoils in fear as the sound of carpet bombing by dozens of bombers terrified him

Molova hid under the altar and using one of the zombies as a meat shield to protect him from the bombs until a 500lb bomb exploded on the roof of the cathedral, shaking it a little before a small portion of the church came down

The church had a gaping hole and Molova, he couldnt see the night sky properly but he can feel the enemy is raining death and destruction around Caedryd

Incindiary bomblets from SBC rains down mercilessly as a sea of fire engulfs a large portion of Caedryd's former resident area. The once qiuet night city was lit ablaze by the bombers turning it into a fiery hell as it was carpet bombed

Moloval: Su-Such power!?

Molova quivers as he can only imagine the explosive destruction just outside the Cathedral. He can feel the tremendous power Britain has possessed and right now, he can see why Albion's monster had lost. To destroy your enemy without them able to fight back, let alone, catch up, was a terrifying factor Molova realized

British Front, the next day

After a grueling night battle with the undead and thousands of artillery shells and naval battery support being spent, the sun rose on a horrid landscape where the lavish green nature turned into charred black soil from mixed in with the blood and guts of British casualties and undead

Soldiers who stayed up all night finally got the rest they deserve and finally able to get some shut eye

The intensity of the undead horde was slowly increasing but they were able to advance and breakthrough nonetheless. Town Hoberdford of the place they have liberated was an empty town with its 12,000 population turned into undead where the British fought and after that, another 30,000 undead who approached into the night

After the long and difficult battle and constant artillery and worn out barrels, they were able to sleep while another battalion takes their place for the advance

Brigadier Barton and his friend, Grayson of the same rank, was walking through Hoberford. The town had hundreds of soldiers sitting down and clearly exhausted from the battle

Grayson: This town was able to hold thanks to HMS Belfast's offshore bombardment support. 30,000 undead against a battalion's worth of soldier, Christ...our advance is bogging down, eh?

Barton: Not too mention casualties...

Both officers passes by a medical tent where the casualties were being pronounced dead and the wounded quarantined. The heavy air hits both of them which almost gave Barton a flinch

Barton: Logistics needs to keep up with this. Air dropping supplies, logistic trucks...

Grayson: Perhaps an intensified air raid on Hordes would also be good. Intercepting them like low altitude bombing or strafing run