It was raining, and the entire Xianghe city was covered in a layer of rain and fog. The smell of gunpowder and explosives mixed in the rain and fog made the city not so peaceful in the early spring.
There was no thunder in the sky; however, the constant explosions of rocket missiles across the city shocked everyone's nerves like thunder in spring.
Rumble, rumble, rumble.
The roar of the tank sounded in the familiar Street. There was a burnt Volkswagen on the street, which was directly knocked away by the tank that drove into the street and crushed into iron pieces.
Xia Pingan stood on the turret of the tank, allowing the cold rain to fall on his face. He squinted at the familiar yet strange Street in front of him. His long-distance vision ability completely covered the surrounding streets.
At this moment, Xianghe city was a little strange to Xia Pingan, even though he had lived in this city for many years and was familiar with every street and building in the city.
