Twisted steel burned on the muddy wasteland, and shattered corpses were buried near the riverside washed by rain.
After setting up a pontoon bridge, five thousand Glory Army soldiers wielding Ripper Rifles launched a charge, followed by another five thousand.
These clones, like unleashed hyenas, fiercely charged at the scattered positions of the Alliance and Poluo Country's army.
The fierce battles turned the entire forest into a brutal meat grinder, wave after wave of clones fed into it like rolling chunks of meat.
The same was true on the other side.
Enduring severe casualties under those near-frenzied charges.
Yet even so, the charge of more than ten thousand clone soldiers still couldn't break the positions standing on the east bank of the river.
The opponents seemed immortal, still occasionally erupting with sharp, sporadic gunfire after ten consecutive waves of charges and bombardments.
