Liao Feng also took advantage of the time lying down to catch his breath.
Airplanes screeched across the sky, soon accompanied by sharp whistles.
Boom, boom, boom, boom—
A series of explosions erupted not far from the main troops.
The bombs did not hit the main force, and the Japanese planes in the sky gradually moved away, while the soldiers in the ranks cursed:
"Damn Japanese! Did you bomb your ancestor's grave?!"
Liao Feng also climbed up as the comments floated by in the live broadcast room:
[We're seeing Shanghai!]
[Finally arriving, but can we still fight?]
[Hopefully we can rest a bit once we get there.]
[Hurry to support, the situation with the Gu Army next door is getting tough too.]
[Brothers, it's individual scenarios, even if we support here, we can't reach next door.]
Looking at the comments in the live broadcast room, Liao Feng raised his head to gaze into the distance.
He saw a city shrouded in smoke, fires blazing everywhere, and Liao Feng swallowed hard:
