Conquering a fantasy world with the US Army.-Chapter 16: Orcs mobilize.

Inside a massive tribal tent.

"FIFTEEN VILLAGES IN ONE DAY!" A massive Orc roared as he slammed his fist on his throne's armrest, shattering it. "WHO DID IT!" He roared out. "Chief, we have no evidence on who it was. But we believe it came from the Barren plains, as none of the lower-tribes found any movement from above us or the Alpine Kingdom. And word has come from the Turk'an Middle-tirbe, their domain has suffered the same fate." An orc with a white beard said while walking around the sand table.

The Orc on the throne grabbed a chin attached to his throne and pulled it making a girl that looked to be in her late teens get pulled towards the throne as he lifted his loincloth making her face land on his groin as he grabbed he head and tried to put his dick in her mouth but she kept her mouth shut angery him so he squeezed her head crushing it an throwing her body across the room before pulling another chain this time the new girl didn't fight it and with tears flowing down her face she was forced to serive him.

"Mobilize the lower tribes, and we will take 40,000 Orcs from our tribe and move towards the Barren plains. If they think they can take our land, we will slaughter them. How long will it take for our army to make it down there?" He said, grinding as he pushed down on the head girl's.

"Moving 80,000 orcs without wearing them down so they can be in fighting condition will take 8-10 days, Cheiftian. We should also inform the Ko'ka tribe so we can move with them." The Orc with the white beard said.

"No, our 80,000 orcs are the strongest here. We don't need their help; they will want to take part of the land. I desire to expand my domain, and if they get in on the war, we will have to give them a part of the spoils as dictated by the War Council. I will not let that happen." He said, slamming his fist.

The white-beared Orc nodded, but inside his head, he didn't like this idea, so he would talk to his drinking buddies in the Ko'ka tribe and let it slip that they were making a move. He would feel better having another 60,000, at least. Anyone who could go around their domain and destroy all their small villages without being seen or heard by the low-level tribes told them this enemy was way better at war than they were. That's 15,000 dead within a day, that was unreal even by orc standards as those villages are at some points 50 nini away from each other, with one being over 250 nini away from the domain next to the Barren plains.

"The council is dismissed." The chieftain picked up the human girl and threw her over his shoulder.

FOB New Rome

"Quinn, you're amazing! More makes me feel this amazing pleasure more!" Niloufar moaned out as her fingers dug into the bed sheets. Eleanor and Noralf were laying on the bed sweating and panting as their pussies leaked their Emperors seed. "Fuck, your so fucking big Emperor!" Niloufars body started to shake and her pussy sprayed onto the bed as she felt hot liquid making her fall onto the bed as Quinns cock popped out of her and covered her back with cum. She lay on the bed panting like the other, and Quinn was sweating, not out of breath.

A knock came on the wooden frame of the tent entrance, making me get off the bed and cover my woman. "You may enter," I said. General Matthew entered. "Emperor, we have completed the mission. All 30 small villages have been destroyed, and a total of 6,347 women have been saved. We put them up in the hangers on the FOBs, and we can keep them there for two weeks without having issues." He said as I put on underwear and pants before sitting at a table, signaling him to sit down, pulling out a bottle of whiskey and two smokes, handing him one as I poured out two shots.

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"We need a drone FOB or two; it's better in the long run. Working out the numbers, it would take them 5-6 days to assemble an army, and I would guess it will be around 70,000, give or take 5,000 or so. Moving them here would take another three or four days. Given a chance to build four FOBs, I want to develop two drone bases behind the two most forward FOBs. I will make them both COP drone bases, and want you to keep an eye inside those two domains. I must upgrade COP Glory tomorrow so the engineers can connect the COP and FOB. So, task a black hawk to take me to the areas tomorrow. We need a medical FOB as we are overwhelming the small medical units handling so many women who want to have them taken out." I said, sighing, before taking a shot and lighting the smoke.

"Emperor, I think we need to start to build a small town or a low-level town so the women can have a place that isn't so military-looking, and give them a place to unwind truly. Some men have started to get close to the women and need a place to you know." General Matthews said, lighting his smoke and taking the shot.

"How many have hooked up?" I asked only to hear a number coming from my bed. "897 women have voiced their desire to be with some of your Rangers and other soldiers or Marines." I saw Eleanor and Noralf sitting up, covered with the blanket. "Some women pick the same man, and they wish to get your blessing for them to make a harem-style relationship." General Matthew chimed in.

"I don't have a problem with that, I have one, and it would be hypocritical to deny my men the same. But make sure they know they need to take care of them, and failure to do so will be subject to the new UCMJ." Looking at the General, he nodded as Noralf chimed in. "Isn't that wonderful, General Matthews? The girls will be happy for that," Noralf said with a smirk, making me look over at him as she coughed and looked away. "How old are you, General?" I asked, "53 this year." He said before taking another shot and standing up, wanting to run away. "Where do you think you're going? Did I dismiss you? We drink tonight, let me hear all about these women of yours." I said, pulling out bigger glasses.

He sighed, lowering his head. "So who are they and how old are they?" I asked to pour a glass for him. "There is Kimberly, she is 23, Samantha, she is 32, and Liz, she is 19." He said the last one in a low voice, but I laughed. "You wild dog, good on you. It shows your old bones still have it in them," I said, raising my glass.

The night turned into the laughter of the Emperor and the groans of an old man being toyed with.