The pink tank, singing songs, rolled over two parked sedans on the street and had already broken through the first encirclement of the Libitelli Army.
But the firepower on the outskirts was even more ferocious. Infantry hiding in the buildings fired rockets at them. Because they were in an open area, their tank became a moving target. Six rockets hit the turret and side skirts, shaking the cabin like an earthquake.
"They're hiding in the residential buildings!" Zhao Ling raged.
Killing soldiers was one thing, but if there were civilians in those buildings, she'd be facing a military tribunal for her actions.
Wei Tianyang was also frustrated—he lacked observers and drone support. Relying only on the screen in front of him, he couldn't figure out how many people were hiding and shooting at them.
He turned to look at Fujiwara Makoto and saw the girl with a nosebleed, curled up in the corner, shivering.
