Several days later, at the Fortress Mountain City.
The roar of steel had echoed since dawn, never ceasing even as dusk approached.
Row after row of main battle tanks rolled over the newly laid concrete, their tracks leaving shallow ruts in the road. Camouflaged armored vehicles followed closely behind. The barrels of their mounted heavy machine guns gleamed coldly under the sunlight, looking like rows of fangs ready to strike.
TRAMP TRAMP TRAMP!
Soldiers of the Alliance Country from the Northwest City Circle marched through in formation. The buckles on their tactical vests clattered against each other, and their footsteps merged into a muffled drumbeat within the narrow alleys of the Mountain City.
Witnessing this scene, the locals whispered among themselves.
"It looks like war is starting again."
"Exactly. I heard they're continuing north to crusade against the Rebels."
"Will it affect us here?"
"Who knows? I really wish the war would end sooner..."
