Nagpur, India.
Compared to the rapid response of the Iron Tower Nation and the Lighthouse Nation militaries, India's various forces finally arrived, painfully late.
The first to reach the skies above the battlefield were the massive air groups that had scrambled from Bhopal Air Force Base, three hundred kilometers northwest of Nagpur, and Aurangabad Air Force Base, two hundred and fifty kilometers to the west.
The formation of over a hundred fighters was made up of Su-30MKI heavy fighters, MiG-27ML attack aircraft, Mirage 2000H multirole fighters, and Jaguar IM attack aircraft.
They were like a steel-black cloud blotting out the sky.
With a roar, they cut into this airspace that the insect race had ravaged until it was riddled with devastation.
"Open fire!"
"Blow these monsters to ash!"
With the roars of the squadron leaders, dense volleys of missiles dragged tails of flame as they poured down, and aerial bombs fell like rain.
Deafening chain explosions kept rising through the skies and suburbs of Nagpur.
Scorching fireballs mercilessly swallowed swarms of the insect race.
About an hour later, the first nearby Army units also arrived in force from every direction at the perimeter.
Over a hundred T-72 main battle tanks let out dull engine roars.
M-46 cannons quickly established firing positions in the rear.
BMP-2 infantry fighting vehicles, military trucks, and motorcycles rolled one after another onto the front line with tens of thousands of soldiers, intercepting the insect race army that was gradually slipping out of control.
However, there was often a bloody gulf between ideals and reality.
Despite layered coverage from ground and air firepower, the battle situation was still hanging by a thread.
The casualty numbers climbed at a shocking rate.
These Indian soldiers, who had usually neglected their training—
when had they ever seen this kind