The dusk falling from the sky seemed to set the horizon ablaze. Across the endless Gobi, wrecked steel and slowly burning flames could be seen everywhere.
At the same time as the "Cloud Dragonfly" launched its surprise attack on the airfield, the tank battle between The Alliance's Skeleton Corps and the Falcon Kingdom's First Armored Motorcycle Thousand-Man Unit, over a hundred kilometers east of Lost Valley, had already entered its final stage.
The Falcon Kingdom's First Armored Motorcycle Thousand-Man Unit's forty heavy tanks had been almost completely wiped out!
The remaining four had also been immobilized on the Gobi after their engines and tracks were damaged, left to wait for rescue that might never come...
Before a 60-megajoule electromagnetic cannon, whether it was one meter of equivalent armor or one and a half meters, it was as fragile as papier-mâché.
Before the Prosperous Era, that had been naval artillery mounted on warships!
Against something that ran on land like a tank, whether it hit the upper front hull or the turret, one shot was all it took.
As luck would have it, the Legion's commander had misjudged The Alliance's firepower and stretched the defensive line too thin, allowing The Alliance's armored formation to punch straight through the Falcon Kingdom's paper-thin defenses with barely any resistance.
The heavy tanks scattered across a battle line dozens of kilometers long could only grit their teeth, leave cover, turn around, and gather while pursuing.
Because of the massive disparity in range and the relatively open terrain of the Gobi, those heavy tanks quickly became moving iron coffins.
And due to their poor mobility, once the electromagnetic cannons locked onto them, they did not even have a chance to evade. They could only wait to be called out by 60-megajoule shells.
Faced with a hopeless