Time passed.
The continuous explosions finally ceased.
For everyone hiding in the defense position's shelter, the tough endurance had come to an end.
It felt like the thunderstorms of a summer day, with the muffled thunder finally subsiding.
The sounds of thunderous roars, pounding one after another.
And the frequent high-frequency vibrations of the ground were utterly irritating.
After a long wait, relief finally came.
One by one, they crawled out of their shelters, already covered with dust and dirt.
Looking around.
Where were the armed militants?
The heavy trucks that previously rampaged so boldly, whether assailed by assault rifles or light machine guns, proved impervious.
Instead, they were scattered in panic by heavy machine guns and cannons, forced to hide and dodge.
But now...
Not to mention heavy trucks and armed militants.
Not a hair could be seen.
One would assume, there should be corpses, fragments of vehicles, weapon parts, and the like!
