Starry night, war smoke, gradually approaching the battlefield, Luo Hao can even see on both sides of a river, missiles and streamers everywhere flying toward the city center.
However, it is useless. Under the suppression of scientific and technological levels, artillery fire only ripples on the light barrier.
The starry night was gradually infected by the smoke, the dim lights in the distance flashed, and the sound of gunfire gradually approached his ears.
I don't know why. The closer he got to the battlefield, Luo Hao gradually became silent.
Whether the prophet foresaw or had been prepared... But when he saw the scene before him, he was still upset.
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