March 30th, a day bound to be remembered forever.
The sun leapt out of the eastern horizon in the early morning, carrying thousands of splendid beams of light into this world. However, they were not splendid enough to penetrate the dense red cloud and were stopped at around the edges.
As a result, three spectacular phenomena were exhibited on the sky all at once: the golden sunshine, the crimson fog, and the half-blue, half-red sky. It was a living catastrophe.
"Vroom!"
SUVs and trucks roared angrily as they drove in and out of the abandoned city of Huo Zhou. In them were materials and soldiers constantly transferred from one zone to another.
The municipal government building had been turned into a temporary command HQ. The old man with the black-rimmed glasses was the deputy chief of the steering group, taking care of the operation here at the front line.
