The sound of explosions rose and fell across the beach.
Sand and bits of flesh blasted into the air by the explosions flew in all directions.
For a long time, it seemed.
The sound of the bombers completely faded away.
Bai Xiang, hiding under a wall, shook off the sand on his body, stood up, and looked at the beach not far away.
On the beach.
The black smoke from the explosion had not yet cleared.
The soldiers of the Anglo-French Federation, just starting to get back on their feet.
But the Imperial bombing was too intense.
Many soldiers, caught in the explosions, had limbs torn away without dying, struggling painfully.
Under the dim sky, on the beach pitted with craters.
The soldiers densely packed together.
Smoke, bodies, blood, burning oil spills, and countless wounded moaning....
Limbs strewn across the beach.
Together they formed a picture of sheer despair.
Seeing this scene, both Bai Xiang and the viewers in the live stream were silent.
