Thunderstorm

"Clang, clang."

The wheels of the train rubbed against the rail.

Baili Qingfeng rested on the train, his eyes closed.

The train left at half-past two in the morning, and it would take ten and a half hours to reach Miluo City which was four hundred kilometers away.

There were too many stops on the way which affected the speed.

Baili Qingfeng napped. Before he knew it, it was already dawn.

Many people were whispering on the train.

Baili Qingfeng opened his eyes and saw that they were looking out.

Baili Qingfeng glanced. With the light on the horizon, he saw that tractors, trucks, and tanks were riding on a road next to the railway. They seemed to be more than a regiment.

However, the tractors, trucks, and tanks were unimportant. The important thing was…

The smoke of war.

Baili Qingfeng saw the smoke of war on those vehicles.