Tang Zheng hid behind a ruin, using a Night Vision Device to survey the entire battlefield. Both sides engaged in the firefight were Europeans, blond-haired and blue-eyed, tall and well-built. There were few weaklings among them; in the post-apocalyptic world, those who were frail and sick had all died off, and those of small stature were not suited for combat, unable to hunt enough food, so they either starved to death or became slaves.
"They're actually still using cold weapons. Could it be that the destroyer we saw the day before yesterday was fake?" Chen Hong took the Night Vision Device, glanced over, and openly scoffed. She felt that if she entered the fray, she could achieve a hundred kills with ease.
