Sikalim was not calm at the moment, his camp had just been hit by a 155 caliber shell, fortunately he had gone out at that time, and on the way back he saw this scene from a high place.

What a scene! All the tents within a hundred meters in diameter were blown into the sky, and all kinds of debris flew in the air, and fell to the ground with billowing dust and smoke.

Sikalim only felt cold, he didn't dare to imagine if he could survive such a shell, but for the first time since the beginning of the war, he had the idea of running for his life.

But this idea was quickly extinguished by him, and he understood that no one could run him, and if he did, the battle line would be crushed......

"The Mechanical Heresy of the Wizarding World" Chapter 339 Sikalim's thoughts are being hit by hand, please wait a moment,

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