The half sky of Hydefield had been reddened by the flames from the Jiaolong Industrial District.
Siren sounds filled the bustling city.
People stood on their balconies and gazed into the distance, seeing only police cars blocking the roads and military vehicles and mechas roaring past on the highways.
A night of gunfire had already made people anxious, and now the fire at the Jiaolong Industrial District was causing countless people with businesses there to cry in anguish.
For ordinary citizens, politics and war are distant matters from their daily lives.
Their lives consist of mundane yet warm things like firewood, rice, oil, salt, wives, children, parents, and the cycle of life and death. For them, these are the truly important matters.
