The vast land west of Sunset Mountain, spanning over a hundred square kilometers, has been transformed into a noisy military camp.
Countless aggressive strike positions stretch from the southern end of the Sunset Mountain Defense Line, winding through the undulating hills, valleys, plains, and rivers, reaching all the way to the northern section twenty kilometers away, seemingly endless.
The Western Alliance Forces crawl over the mountains like ants, densely packed, impossible to count. Further away, more follow-up units are gathering along the winding roads, flowing like streams converging here.
By this time, the Northern Group Army of the Western Alliance had already laid out their strong assault stance.
With Frenso Town tying up the Fei Alliance forces and swiftly capturing the western part of the Sunset Mountain Basin, they had no reservations, nor did they need to feign politeness.
