After three days and two nights, the hundreds of square kilometers around Shuangxi Bridge Town had become a scene straight out of hell.
Tens of millions of energy bullets and missiles, in a near-continuous battle over three days and two nights, had plowed this mountainous region over and over. The once orderly houses in the town were now nothing but piles of rubble of varying height. The once lush green forests were now just ragged hilltops where gray-white rock and ocher soil lay exposed.
The most brutally battered, of course, was the defensive positions south of the town.
The endless defensive line stretched from west to east, with countless mecha wrecks and bodies scattered across the open ground in front of the battlefield. And in the trenches of the line, corpses lay everywhere. Craters overlapped one another. Roaring Fierce Fire and billowing black smoke shrouded the entire mountain area.
