September 12, eight o'clock sharp in the morning.
The Arctic Alliance's second counterattack was launched right on schedule.
The mountains trembled, and the earth thundered.
The artillery preparation alone lasted a full hour.
Li Wei stood halfway up the mountain, binoculars raised, watching the grand "fireworks" display with great interest.
Countless shells and rockets dragged trails of flame across the sky before plunging headlong into that gray fog, vast as mountains and seas.
The light of the explosions stretched on without end, churning the thick fog into tatters and sending it surging ceaselessly, revealing the black earth beneath and even more writhing shadows.
She was somewhat surprised to discover that the Arctic Alliance's bombardment seemed to be deliberately avoiding the various Dragon Tooth Bunkers inside the occupied zone.
This discovery only strengthened her conviction that these fortresses served a purpose far more complicated than merely acting as fire-support points.
But with the bombardment so constrained, could it really achieve good results?
Her worries were confirmed once the ground forces launched their assault.
At nine in the morning, thousands of "Iron Cans" from the knight order spearheaded the attack while the regular troops coordinated with fire support.
Along a front less than ten kilometers wide, the Arctic Alliance unleashed an earth-shaking offensive.
Unfortunately, there were simply too many Abyssal monsters.
The battle line remained locked in a stalemate.
The Arctic Alliance went to extraordinary lengths, but by ten-thirty in the morning, after fighting all that time, the front had advanced less than a kilometer.
Li Wei, watching the battle from the forward line, had started out excited and delighted at the sight of endless "little Sea Urchins," but her expression had now turned solemn and silent.
She gritted her silver teeth, pulled the communicator Ma Baoguo had given her from her