Cannon Fodder Novels & Stories

"I don’t know very well why we still need to help them. Although the support will make the cannon fodder at the front last longer and delay longer, the departure of the troops will completely disrupt the layout of the second battlefield. Isn't that a loss outweighs gain?" The cannon fodder was the cannon fodder. Although the current situation reported by the scout was a little beyond their expectations, it was still acceptable. In that case, why bother disrupting the original plan? "That's right, the Special Envoy of the Divine Dragon, everyone understands the meaning of

Deadly. Across from us, human armies stand tall with tanks and bullets and fear. Their numbers mean nothing. The moment the first shot fires, we charge. Guns. Claws. Carnage. We don’t stop until the city drowns in ash and silence. ——— Buildings fall. Flames rage. I scream until my throat bleeds. Caden roars beside me, his body burning bright, his fire scorching glass and metal. The force of it shatters windows. People drop to the ground, curled into themselves, sobbing from the weight of our wrath.

Athena POV I'm on the battlefield, like, oh my God Knockin' soldiers down like House of Cards I'm a one woman army Yes, I'm a one woman army Let's march tonight The music is still playin' So get up and fight “One woman army” from porcelain black is drifting into my ears, one of my favorite empowerment songs I use to boost myself when I need it most. My head starts to wobble along with the tune, but I stop dead in my tracks when a throbbing pain shoots through my back at the movement. F********ck me.

let's start the hunt kids —The crunching of bones breaking, blood flowing everywhere, heartbreaking screams from the Neophytes made us understand why they had hidden, they thought of coming to see one more of their blood shows without lifting a finger, they found a mundane massacre from which they could not get out —It was very easy Matallus, it was like a child's game —This is the beginning, they were what is commonly called "cannon fodder" and now we are going for the real prey "the lycans"

This was a common strategy for many Abnormal tribes, gather prisoners, usually sentenced to die, put them in squads, then send them into situations where death was all but guaranteed. “ Fodder Corps!” The tribes gleefully called them. There would be no rewards for exceptional service shown in battle awaiting them, should any one of them survive. In a way, I hope I'm one of the many who won't live to see tonight’s moon. I grow weary of senseless killing.

The phrase would be more perfect if fists were used instead of action. The government makes use of the soldiers that join the army. If someone don’t want to be cannon fodder, then they will need to work hard. If they work hard enough, they can become an office or someone of higher rank. If they do, then the roles will be reverse. The leaders of this terrorist organization brainwash the citizens of Camelot with this ideology to recruit new members, in a fake promise for freedom. They would act like a cult. They called themselves the Red Water Legion, as a taunt to the Camelot government. This so-called Red Water Legion took their name from an old terrorist grou

The face of the cannon fodder. Panic, cold and sharp, shot through me like a lightning bolt. I scrambled off the sofa, my legs nearly giving out. I was wearing a silk shirt that probably cost more than my entire apartment building. My hands flew to my neck, my heart hammering against my ribs. No bite mark. Not yet. But the delicate skin of my scent gland was smooth and unblemished, a terrifying blank slate. "No. No, no, no, no," I chanted, my voice a high-pitched wheeze. "This is not happening. I'm in a coma. I've got brain damage. This is a hallucination brought on by instant noodles and regret."

“Fire!” Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Multiple cannon shots were fired with the order from the commander. The cannons did not use steel balls, but were actually firing condensed mana. They were loaded with mana crystals as their ammo. The beams from the cannons pierced through the bodies of the monsters. Their corpses laid flat on top of the barrier “Again!” Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! The cannons were fired again and more of the monsters were shot down. The roars, shrieks and howls of the beasts filled their ears along with the cannon shots.

😂 “Writing someone off as cannon fodder, you-you…bwahahaha!!!” Noah felt the need to clarify his words, “I meant, he has that cannon fodder vibe going on. You know, that vibe that makes one want to punch him right after meeting him for the first time? The kind that is good at pulling aggro from the onlookers? The kind that would be the first to die in a horror movie due to his pompous death-seeking overconfidence. The kind that, if they were in a revenge novel, would be the first the main character would get revenge on. The kind–“

In more modern times we called them 'cannon fodder'. "Since you haven't bothered to update your definition of the term masculine in millennia, I can understand you treating men like a boot knife in a gun fight," I explained. "Not at all what you want, but better than dying," I added. "You believe we think so little of you?" Caitlyn asked. "Need I reference all the women who came to my defense when Leona first shot at me? Or where Khalid is? Or what is going to be the fate of every male all of you have bred with over the centuries before now?" I replied.