[Green Valley]
[East Side of the Provincial Highway]
The fire snake danced wildly, and the east wind roared.
The winter wheat, not yet fully shed of its green, burned like damp fodder, spewing out denser smoke than dry grass.
Flames, thick smoke, and heat waves were wrapped into a wall by the fierce wind, mixed with cries and shouts, sweeping from east to west across Green Valley.
Standing behind the wall of fire, Pako, a surrender from the First Battalion of the Iron Peak County New Army, felt his legs go weak and his head dizzy, unable to take a step forward.
The hellish scene before him was partially Pako's 'contribution'. He was the one who spilled pine oil on the ears of wheat, transported dry fuel to the fields, and even personally ignited the flames of destruction.
Monkey saw Pako standing dumbfounded, walked up, and patted the recruit on the back, only to find the recruit's eyes already filled with tears.
