If they hadn't heard the news of reinforcements arriving two days earlier, some would have even considered deserting and fleeing Enzos. But the reinforcements they had been eagerly awaiting were now being beaten badly, and the enemy was pouring firepower into their own positions. The soldiers' morale was like the melting snow on the mountain, turning into water and falling to the bottom of the valley.

"Boom boom boom!"

As the intense bombing roared from their bunkers, many soldiers wondered to themselves, "When will this end?"

The answer was revealed after 4:30.

After 4:30 p.m., the shelling gradually decreased, with only sporadic explosions heard at the pass.

The last rays of the setting sun shone on the faces of the surviving Golgar soldiers. The west was the direction from which they were facing. Their faces were haggard, their lips were pale and dry, and even cracked with several bloody cuts. Although they gripped their guns tightly, their palms were cold and their hands were icy cold, as if they were glued to their hands.

A moment later, expressions of excitement appeared on their haggard faces, their chapped lips parted, and angry roars came from their hoarse throats.

"Kill them! Kill them!!!"

"Fire! Fire!"

"Bang bang bang!"

Gunfire erupted rapidly. The remaining Golt defenders, already mostly dead or wounded from the artillery barrage, led by Zoe, put up a final resistance against the Yan soldiers who were launching a ground assault from the main road, left flank, and right flank simultaneously.

On the downhill road leading to the pass, Verri stood on a slightly elevated earthen slope. He turned his somewhat stiff face to look behind him, where the artillery battery was still moving slowly.

Feeling helpless and desperate, Verri turned his face to look ahead again.

The setting sun, like blood, spread downwards from the sky, and the ground before our eyes was already a blood red.