Less than twenty minutes after the air raid began, the entire northern district of Bluestone County had turned into a sea of fire.
The survivors from the northern outskirts of Clear Spring City seemed to have tampered with their defensive fortifications. The propeller planes strafed the rooftops indiscriminately, and before long, the buildings began spitting flames like lighters.
The entire district was on fire.
The scorching heat and thick smoke had completely cut off their route south.
Awakened by the earth-shaking explosions, Heshù had barely climbed out of bed when he received Lord Lion Fang's order from a messenger—he was to immediately lead his men to put out the fires.
It was an order personally issued by Lord Lion Fang. Heshù did not dare delay, immediately gathering his subordinates who were firing their rifles into the sky and rushing toward the blaze in the south.
However, what he had not expected was that just as he hurriedly led his men to the fire, a plane fell from the sky right in front of him.
And it crashed onto the street less than fifty meters away from him!
Heshù froze on the spot. He quickly realized what had happened, and a surge of rage shot straight to his head.
Thinking of the brothers who had died in the air raid and the raging inferno around him, he no longer cared about firefighting. Without another word, he led the entire hundred-man unit toward the crash site.
A hundred against one. Forget a living person—even a rat, hell, even a cockroach, could never slip away beneath his watch!
And that was indeed the case.
That unlucky pilot ran around like a headless fly and was quickly cornered in a dead end by them.
Looking at the pitiful bastard shouting in the alley, Heshù's