Boom~!
Shells burst in midair, creating red, orange, and yellow vortices amid the clouds and throwing the outlines of the black-gray bunkers in the Lins Basin into relief.
Warlord Bal Zhijin was very pleased that his army could recreate the sight of dawn at midnight.
Every artillery detonation, every bombing run from aircraft high overhead, left its own mark upon the curtain of night.
He deliberately took some time to admire this battle.
Even an Ork would forget countless battles.
For creatures who treated fighting as part of daily life, war never ended.
Before this, he had faced the humans across the river for nearly two years.
With Guk's arrival, he and his legion had turned the stalemate around.
Collins V had once produced military supplies and vehicles for the Imperium's vast armies, and its inhabitants took pride in their work.
Bal Zhijin found it hard to guess how long it would have taken them to cross that river if Guk had not arrived.
It was not that they lacked the capability. Even if they had paid dozens of times the current cost, as long as the three warlords were willing, the Sikasen River would never have been an obstacle.
The only obstacle came from themselves.
Without unified leadership, the conflict among the three warlords had never ceased.
For instance, after taking Cadillon, they had almost fought another campaign on the same scale as the previous one.
Just to decide who owned a few streets.
Orks were creatures focused on the present. Plans and foresight simply did not exist in their heads. Bal Zhijin understood that well, but it did not change the fact that he had spent far more effort fighting his peers than fighting Shrimp.
It was hard to imagine that, without Guk, to launch this war, he