The sunlight that had been illuminating Florida until just a short while ago was slowly setting in the west.

The US Marines had set foot in Florida before lunchtime, and just before lunchtime, about two battalions of troops began attacking the airfield, and it was not until the evening, six hours later, that the fighting finally came to a halt.

To be precise, the halt meant that the Allied forces, torn apart by the US forces that had been hit hard on three sides and had limited support from 30mm Apache attack helicopters, could no longer attack.

And around that time, differences of opinion began to appear between the US Marines, who had only recently arrived in the US, and the US forces, who had been hardened by the fighting on the mainland and were full of venom.

"...Extinction?"

"There is no other option anyway."

"Is the situation really that dire?"