As the ground ceased to tremble, as explosions ceased to roar, the first onslaught of aerial firepower came to an end.
Of course, this wasn't due to the request of the Advance Team to cease fire support, but because the air fleet had exhausted a baseline of ammunition and were now making adjustments. Standardization was something the Ronisca air force had learned from Earth. After all, when it came to modern combat tactics, the Otherworld had to acknowledge Earth as its mentor.
"Put on your protective masks, check your weapons and ammo, we are moving out!" Luoer patted the dust off his head, and then loudly addressed his team. Worried that there could be virus samples present in the anti-aircraft position—and that they might have leaked in the bombing—they took the precaution of donning their masks.
"Should I wear one too?" Feng asked Luoer.
"You…" Luoer looked at her. He hesitated but eventually nodded and said, "Yes, you should."
