Heaven and earth spun around, and the myriad of scenery shifted.
Jiang Ding opened his eyes, and suddenly before him lay vast, sprawling mountains. His blood and inner energy roiled, prompting an urge to vomit, and his nearby classmates similarly struggled.
In the sky,
under parachutes, the Type 62 tanks with five pairs of wheels gradually descended, surrounded by a number of tracked trucks, as well as various weapons, ammunition, and airdropped supplies, all wrapped into neat cubes.
Bang!
The several-ton Type 62 tanks crashed down, snapping several trees as thick as bowls and burying their broken, white remnants dozens of centimeters into the ground.
The tracked trucks and other supplies also landed one after another.
Jiang Ding paid special attention to the cultivators from Liyun Sect.
