The hills and flatlands surrounding the small hill are already boiling in the fire of war. Countless shells fell to the ground, and the damp soil mixed with shattered branches rose skyward amid explosions, tumbling down like a rain of mud. The muddy water on the ground, mixed with foamy blood, flowed into the large craters created by the explosions, swirling and gathering at the bottom of the pits.
From the small hill, one could see countless mechas firing at each other, red and black, and the rolling steel torrent galloping back and forth on the battlefield, engaging in mutual slaughter. The interwoven Energy Cannons were as dense as a fishing net, and screaming Mechanical Missiles darted chaotically across the battleground, with burning mecha wreckage scattered everywhere. Even in this torrential rain, the blazing flames still crackled and rolled, emitting thick black smoke.
"Third Platoon Seventh Squad has reached the designated position."
