The front line, where the initial contact with the United States Federation took place, gradually disappeared from the 'real-time map' in the eyes of the soldiers from the Blue Star Great Xia Federation.
Perhaps there was no feeling when they were far away, but as the massive color representing the United States Federation on the map slowly pushed closer,
and then swallowed one after another of the Volunteer Army's positions.
These soldiers of the Great Xia Federation finally experienced what the soldiers of the Great Xia Federation ahead had gone through.
It was an abruptly interrupted fierce battle, it was the green light points representing lives on the map, silently extinguished and then engulfed piece by piece by black.
It was the pain of watching one comrade after another die before your eyes and being unable to move.
It was the torture which stretched time, staining every second with the roars of comrades ahead and the blood flying in the air.
