As he finished speaking, countless shadows suddenly emerged from the trenches that were nearly flattened by the explosions.
Behind them, an armored force with several tanks and infantry fighting vehicles charged up the hill alongside numerous Hellhound units.
A surge of indescribable fervor and sense of mission drove Clint toward the hilltop; today he had to stop these enemies here, even if it meant sacrificing his life.
As the tank's main cannon fired the first shell toward the hilltop, the bugle for attack was already sounded.
Smoke grenades were thrown to obscure vision, infantry covered the tanks, tanks sheltered the infantry, advancing toward the hilltop with remarkable efficiency.
Even though their numbers were several times that of the Dragon Field Soldiers, nothing could stop their determination to retake the position.
The Cuban legion that had finally captured the hilltop was instantly filled with dread upon seeing this.
