Twisted steel burned across the muddy wilderness, while mangled corpses lay buried along the rain-washed riverbank.
After the pontoon bridge had been set up, five thousand Glory Army soldiers carrying Ripper rifles launched the first charge, followed by another five thousand.
Like unleashed hyenas, these clones viciously pounced on the scattered positions of The Alliance and Boro Kingdom armies.
The fierce battle turned the entire forest into a cruel meat grinder, wave after wave of clones fed into it like rolling chunks of flesh.
The other side was no different.
They suffered terrible casualties beneath those almost fanatical charges.
Yet even so, the charge of more than ten thousand clone soldiers still failed to crush the positions standing on the eastern bank of the river.
The people across from them seemed immortal. Even after ten consecutive waves of charges and bombardments, sporadic, piercing gunfire still rang out from time to time.
The bloody spectacle made every watching Velander soldier swallow hard. Only then did they gradually understand what the brothers of the 360,000th Man Corps had gone through.
But before they could celebrate the fact that only clone cannon fodder had died, they heard their officer's thunderous roar.
"Our Glory Army has broken the enemy's defenses! Now! Check your equipment! Prepare to assault!"
The Glory Army's clone infantry was not limitless. Just like the shells used by the support units, once they had fired, the regular army ultimately had to charge in.
Especially since those clones were unsuited for fighting scattered troops. Like mad dogs, they were difficult to control and communicate with, and were only suitable for charging solid defensive lines.
The lead thousand-man unit quickly assembled at the bridgehead.
Stepping over one mangled corpse after another, Velander soldiers in exoskeletons and body armor stared wide-eyed at the withered