C1112 Selfishness
A rotten face was revealed in the snowstorm. The white eyes stared blankly ahead. Their pale skin was covered in bruises. They walked unsteadily towards the city in the distance.
At this moment, at the first defense line thirty kilometers away from Cold Crow City, 100,000 artillery mechas were waiting.
The muzzles of the cannons were tilted at a 45 degree angle
