The winding Sunset Mountain range gradually revealed its undulating silhouette in the dawn light.
When a rising red sun at the horizon wrapped the clouds in the sky with ten thousand strands of golden silk, when the brightening sky filtered through the gaps of the swaying treetops in the wind and sank onto the quiet, damp ground, the tall positions on Sunset Mountain still firmly remained in the hands of the Fei Alliance Joint Army.
In this several-hundred–square-kilometer battle zone, the marks of yesterday's brutal slaughter still lingered.
Tiny, dense dewdrops crawled all over the muddy yellow soil at the bottom of the trenches, the damaged metal bulletproof walls, the firearms scattered all over the place, and the soldiers' filthy combat uniforms and tactical helmets.
Misty mountain fog drifted through the forest, veiling the charred craters, the fallen tree trunks, the scattered Mecha wreckage, and the stiff bodies of those dead soldiers.
