The hard-won victory on the eastern front had injected a much-needed boost of morale into the uprising's desperate ranks!
Gork, stationed at headquarters, drew a deep breath and clenched his right fist. Tears of excitement welled in his eyes.
They'd won! They really... had won!
Before the fighting began, the eastern front had worried him the most.
Despite the advantages of its complex terrain, the vast disparity in manpower and equipment had still been a tremendous disadvantage.
But the soldiers on the eastern front had proved with their resolve that wars weren't won by equipment alone. In terms of determination, the uprising's soldiers were no less than any elite force in Commorragh!
"Excellent! Harold did a fine job!" Gork exhaled, finally able to let out the breath he'd been holding. "Spread this good news to the entire army. I want to reward Harold! And every soldier on the eastern front!"
Now that the eastern front was holding steady, there was no need to worry about the western front.
After all, the troops on the western front held an overwhelming defensive advantage.
The terrain of Iron Thorn Spine wasn't as intricate as Ghost Rail on the eastern front, but it was simple and clear.
The ruins of two enormous cities, abandoned ages ago, were squeezed together like mountains by the gravitational pull of two stars, forming a rift more than a hundred kilometers wide. From a distance, it looked like a narrow road wedged between two peaks.
Below the rift and the mountains lay an endless abyss of the void. Above them stretched the inverted depths of the Webway.
In other words, the only way through Iron Thorn Spine was to pass through the rift, more than a hundred kilometers across, formed where the two steel valleys pressed together.
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