The silent front was steeped in a grim, wordless stillness. The trenches carved into the earth were like drawn war blades.
In just five days, The Alliance had used trenches to seal Avent City off completely, cutting off every tunnel that might lead outside.
The Southern Legion soldiers standing at the front had seen with their own eyes those tracked engineering machines, their half-man-high drill bits boring forward amid earth-shaking roars, "shitting" trenches out right before their eyes.
Now, The Alliance's soldiers had gradually taken up position, and the intermittent cannon fire sounded like an increasingly urgent drumbeat.
Barring any surprises...
This was the final battle.
Quincy felt neither fear nor terror. If anything, he felt a trace of relief.
About half a year ago, the 340,000-man unit he belonged to had been defeated by the Skeleton Corps near Ridbuer County in Lion Prefecture, Boro Province. His nightmare had begun at that very moment.
First came the humiliation from the frontline soldiers of the 360,000-man unit, followed by the contemptuous looks from the staff at West Sail Port's logistics department.
Even though he had fought desperately to the very end, even though he had tried to explain that the enemy he faced had not been the Boro People but volunteers from The Alliance, his countrymen still could not remove the label of coward from him. He was still a disgrace who had shamed all Velanders.
When he took his injury discharge letter to Eternal Night Port, the people there had even mocked him, asking why he had not simply died.
Every young man in the Southern Legion had rushed to the front with loyalty and fanaticism, while he alone stood apart from everyone around him like someone driving the wrong way down a highway.
Later, he had been transferred to