The Jiepeng Army slowly gathered together and withdrew back to the base.
In the basin shrouded in smoke, only craters, wreckage, and corpses were left all over the ground, along with those blazing clusters of fire, still telling of the battle's brutality.
Hundreds, even thousands of Chuckna Soldiers stood on the scorched black position, not a sound among them.
Sunlight spilled onto these men who walked the edge of life and death, who threaded their way through bullets and shells, lighting up their bodies, their guns, their Mecha—bright and clear.
The early winter wind blew through the endless fumes. In the valley, it was as if the echoes of the artillery still rolled. At the tip of the nose, it was as if one could still smell the burnt stench in the thick smoke. But the battle was already over.
Everyone just quietly watched the scene in front of them.
