Engines on both sides of the wings sprayed out faint blue arcs, lifting the massive Orca transport plane slowly into the sky.
Under the envious gazes of the players, the transport plane switched to horizontal flight mode and sped northward.
"Damn it, once I'm rich, I'm getting one too." Outlaw cast an envious glance at the receding meteor before pushing his tricycle toward the assembly point.
The First Corps' thousand-man unit took over Camp 330, guarding the surrendered prisoners of war.
As the main force of the Alliance's offensive, they would soon follow the Honey Badger Kingdom Restoration Army and continue advancing into the depths of Oasis No. 3.
Meanwhile, atop Hill 330.
Wu Kaian, a reporter from the Far Horizon Daily, was walking across the devastated battlefield under the escort of an Alliance resident named White Giveaway with a Sniper Rifle.
Although the battlefield had received a cursory cleanup, with corpses and severed limbs tossed into trenches and buried, a great deal of debris that could not be dealt with in time still remained scattered across it.
For example, sandbags soaked in blood, and soil clumped together by plasma...
Because of the heat and the blazing sun, the air here was thick with a lingering stench of blood. Every now and then, one might even step on a dead man's arm or leg.
Wu Kaian swallowed.
He had once followed Enterprise assault teams deep into mutant camps and seen plenty of gruesome, bizarre scenes, but they all seemed pale compared to this place.
This was a real battlefield...
"This is..."
White Giveaway with a Sniper Rifle smiled and explained.
"Hill 330. A Legion thousand-man unit and a hundred-man air-defense unit had been stationed here. The fighting was incredibly intense. Gunfire rang out all night, and the Death Corps' three