Killing A Man From Miles Away
Editor: Henyee Translations
Silence fell over the battlefield after Chen Fan was gone.
Countless men and women gaped at unthinkable development.
From the mangled shapes of over a hundred armored vehicles, the moaning soldiers lay across the battlefield, to the dead body of General Gromov, everything seemed almost surreal. Chen Fan had rammed straight through the army and made a bloody path for himself.
The blood-stained path looked like an ugly scar on the land. It started from a few kilometers outside of Smidovichsky, sliced right through the heart of the small city and disappeared at the end of the eastern horizon, pointed directly at the headquarters of the North Division at Khabarovsk.