The sky darkened amidst the artillery fire. Smoke and dust blocked all sunlight.
"Take cover!" The piercing cries echoed above the position, instantly drowned out by the deafening explosions.
No guidance was needed; everyone immediately dropped prone, rolling into the explosion-proof pits.
The quickest to move, of course, was Fatty. Almost reflexively, he activated his Mecha, using its mechanical hand to cover Nash hanging by the cockpit door, and rolled into the Mecha's explosion-proof pit.
Right behind him were a few Chuckna Warriors and a dozen or so bandit soldiers. They all rushed into the explosion-proof pit where Fatty was, barely glancing at other pits beside them. If the explosion-proof pit could accommodate more people, everyone would likely try to squeeze in.
Intense explosions covered the entire battlefield.
A barrage of energy bullets rained down on the ground, creating craters. The violent shockwaves crashed and surged through the trenches.
