The sky is dark now.
The twinkling stars are the only color adorning this sky. Even the moon is scarcely visible, seemingly obscured by dark clouds.
But in just a moment, the sky turned fiery red.
This fiery red was painted by a volley of thousands of Katyusha rockets.
This is the beauty of the tail flames of the Katyusha rocket launchers.
Though this weapon was produced a century ago.
A hundred years — these two words are enough to highlight a sense of historical weight.
If it were an artefact, it could be called an antique, but for military weapons, it is usually labeled as obsolete.
At this moment, however, the Katyusha seems to be an exception...
I... damn... you...*
Zhang Beixing, who had cultivated his mind and body for a year, couldn't help but lose control now.
With a loud curse escaping his lips, he used all his strength to throw away the last two people in his hands.
At this time, he could no longer move.
Turning back to look.
