As Xiaoyun and Houqin drew closer and closer to their destination, they were surprised by what they had witnessed.
Mountains.
Mountains of corpses.
Massive dark smoke floating into the air.
A flame so large that they could feel the heat radiating through the open window despite being thousands of feet away.
There were also sandbags after sandbags around the base, with machine guns mounted every few steps alongside stationary tanks.
On either side, the earth was completely unburrowed, dug up from the ground into what appeared to be an endless pit.
Lines upon lines of trenches beyond what their eyes could see—endless twists and turns, with barbed wire and sandbags acting as walls.
All over the ground, there was a dark taint indicating some sort of explosives that appeared to be landmines that had gone off.
Hundreds of watchtowers stood in the distance, with snipers and a high-powered light illuminating the ground as the sun began to set on the horizon.
