Futaba District.
The hydrogen bomb, with its immense power, had destroyed everything within the blast radius, but that didn't mean the IAEA just had to stand by and watch.
If you asked what the busiest business in the control zone was these past few days, there was only one answer: firefighting.
Fires, countless fires, were raging endlessly like the flames of hell.
This had been Zhang Meng's impression of the entire area surrounding the explosion for days—the fiery red of the flames and the grey-black of the ruins composed his entire world.
"Confirm the target, launch 24 Type II rounds, go!"
The artillerymen... ah, no, the fire rocket launcher operators issued their commands, and the rocket launchers mounted on the Type 59 universal chassis spewed out a big puff of white exhaust. One after another, the rockets carried their tail flames into the sky, scattering into a white parabolic line.
