The rain from last night had stopped by midnight. By morning, the sky had only just begun to brighten. Though there was still a chill in the air, the skies over Coldwater City had once again become a battlefield for the two sides' aircraft. Torch Oil Blastflame Bombs dropped from both sides' planes sent flames soaring into the sky over Coldwater City once more. The main ground forces that had fought through the city last night had already withdrawn to safe zones. At this time, only small units from both sides remained, sporadically fighting street battles in the city. Apart from the crackle of Torch Oil Blastflame Bombs burning and the thunderous crashes of collapsing buildings, low roars of combat and furious shouts occasionally drifted from those nearly ruined structures, only for everything to quickly fall silent again. And if a unit from either side, numbering more than ten men, exposed itself outside those buildings, then before long, one or several Torch Oil gel bombs would certainly fall from the sky, turning that spot into a sea of fire...
This was part of the tug-of-war—and the cruelest, most patience-testing kind. It all came down to who could no longer endure this bloodletting and retreated first. Then the other side would naturally become Coldwater City's final victor—one side advancing a step, the other forced to yield a step...
During the day, air superiority became the focus of the struggle between the two sides' aircraft above Coldwater City. The air cavalry of the Human Allied Forces and the Holy Alliance Empire became the undisputed protagonists of the daytime battlefield. It was hard for Zhang Tie to say whether he should feel honored or helpless, because by this point in the Holy War, even these puppet states controlled by the Devil Race possessed