Early the next morning, Lu Zheng brought Shen Ying, along with Lin Wan, Si Lingxi, and Liu Qingyan, who had come along to join the fun, to the northeast of Meng Province.
The blaze raged fiercely, black smoke filling the sky.
At a glance, the space between heaven and earth was nothing but black and red.
Within the fireground, dense smoke billowed. The heat from the flames below rose upward, driving the rolling black smoke to surge into the sky, blanketing hundreds of meters of air and turning the entire world blackish gray.
The fireground stretched for hundreds of kilometers, forming a black-smoke zone spanning over ten thousand square kilometers. The smoke blotted out the sun and sky, mixed with countless fragments of grass and wood, along with dirt and dust, drifting through the air.
Southeast of the border, a firebreak more than a hundred meters wide had already been cleared. Countless firefighters stood ready in tight formation, with sufficient equipment prepared on the eastern side of the firebreak.
Northwest of the border, there were boundless grasslands within Mongolia and verdant forests within Great Goose Country, but both were now shrouded in flames.
"Are they not doing anything about it?"
The group flew very high, already beyond the reach of the rising black smoke. Looking into the distance, Liu Qingyan could see scattered firefighters and volunteers on the other side of the fires in Mongolia and Great Goose Country, fighting the blaze halfheartedly. But they were too few and too weak; it was merely a cup of water against a burning cartload of firewood.
"They are," Lin Wan said flatly. "But they only make a little effort when the fire approaches densely populated areas. As for the wilderness..."
Lin Wan did not continue, but the meaning behind her words was