Scattered airships are retreating into the distance.
A short distance away, on an elevated railway bridge, an old steam train loaded with munitions, billowed thick white smoke, making a clanking sound, as it accelerated away from Ningzhou.
The intense sound of artillery fire could still be faintly heard from behind, but this was the last resistance. In a sense, the war had officially ended after three nuclear bombs had proven futile.
There were few cars on the highway, making for a smooth journey.
Chen Shouyi was pedaling a tricycle rapidly, constantly overtaking one steam truck after another.
Until Ningzhou gradually receded from view, his heart, though heavy, also felt a slight relief. Those who haven't experienced it wouldn't know the kind of pressure there is when facing the Barbarian God, it's like an ant gazing up at a giant, that suffocating and despairing feeling of fragility as if life were a soap bubble.
