None of You May Leave
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The river of steel rolled forward like a dragon.
Whir! Whir! Whir!
The sound of helicopter propellers was heard. A fleet of military helicopters rose into the sky from behind the mountain range.
That was a hair-raising sight.
A man was standing in an open-top jeep in the middle of the river of steel. He was looking into the distance with the pair of binoculars in his hands.
He looked at the smoldering wasteland and saw no movement at all.
He nodded his head satisfactorily, put away his binoculars, and spoke to the two people behind him, "Grandmasters, there is no more movement. That foolish Huaxianese must be dead by now.
"Five fighter jets and several tens of missiles. I don't think any human being can withstand that, no matter how powerful he might be!"
The two people in the backseat looked at each other and nodded.