C776 Looking for Young Master Qiu

"Rumble!"

Countless armored vehicles started moving. Heavy tanks, light tanks, armored vehicles, self-propelled cannons and anti-tank turrets roared as they got out of the formation and charged towards Qin Lang.

"Stop him, stop him. Don't let him charge into the formation."

But how fast was Qin Lang?

In the blink of an eye, they heard him.

"Bang!"

A T-62 heavy tank