"Fire! Shoot more! Turn that damn junk wall into rubble!"

Boom!

In the rare blue skies of Florida in May, beneath the Disney World Hollywood Studio parking lot, thunderous explosions rocked the air one after another. The aftershocks seemed like they could shake even human bones, as heavy weapons poured fire onto the makeshift fortress in the northeast direction.

Just a day or two ago, the space that could barely be called a parking lot had transformed into a wasteland of scrap metal, trash, broken asphalt debris, and corpses, and was now covered by the 26th Combined Army of the Second Allied Forces.

Soldiers hiding behind the wreckage of destroyed vehicles continued to fire rocket launchers, and about 1 km away, in the Disney Resort area—now a hotbed for the enemy—mortars were being fired by a unit that had fallen to the Allied forces first.

But that wasn’t the end of it. Tank main guns, 40mm grenades, suicide drones, and various other firepower relentlessly pounded the fortress.

The makeshift fortress, which had already absorbed the blood of 4,000 men in one day, had become the target of wrath.