"There's wind."
Fang Huai took off his gloves, raised his hand and felt it carefully.
Having just arrived at the higher bald ground behind the burning area, everyone looked around at the mention of this.
Indeed, there was wind, and some sparks were blowing over from above.
"Pay attention and see if any sparks have drifted outside!" Cao Yi shouted.
Just when they found a relatively safe spot, if the fire started from behind again, trapping them in a pincer movement, this hundred-square-meter natural barrier would not save them, and they would all suffocate here, becoming roast beggars.
Next to him, Song Lin, upon hearing the word "sparks," couldn't help but recall the past.
The potential wildfire risk had been extinguished by a rainstorm.
He couldn't help but ask, "Can we have the city send over people for artificial rainmaking? I heard rainmaking shells aren't expensive, right?"
