At that moment, faced with the flood-like onslaught of Abyss Creatures, the Northern Legion's defensive line was like a dam built of wooden planks. Its collapse was only a matter of time.
Inside their mechas, the pilots no longer needed to aim. They simply attacked without stopping. The Abyss Demons before them were so numerous that they filled their entire field of vision, while the roar of artillery, the howls of Abyss Demons, and the sound of tearing metal constantly rang in their ears.
The soldiers in the trenches saw some mechas surrounded by Abyss Demons, then swallowed by that black torrent, leaving behind only a scream and the sound of tearing metal.
They also saw White-Class Mechas clearly meant for training charge straight into the Abyss Demons with Soul Cannon Shells in their arms and detonate themselves.
They also saw some distant Soul Guidance Artillery Positions being overrun, their defenders immediately detonating the Soul Cannon Shells beside them. They saw fighting so brutal that some soldiers in the trenches could only use their comrades' corpses as makeshift cover as they fought.
Even the few scattered fighter aircraft that had returned took to the skies to fight again. After exhausting their ammunition and suffering damage to their airframes, they looked at the swarms of Four-Clawed Bats and Six-Clawed Bats that filled the sky like locusts and charged straight at them...
The soldiers of the Northern Legion and Guo Zhenfeng took in far too many such scenes. The soldiers could recite each of their names.
For these were comrades who had fought alongside them in the trenches, fellow soldiers among their ranks. Watching them now was like seeing their own future selves. They, too, would do the same.
Like the other legions of the Sun Moon Federation, the Northern Legion had