In some of the Federation's films, there were horror-themed stories.
Witchcraft associated with witches, or Undead Resurrection associated with the dead—people had always feared these mysterious things! If watching a movie brought people ten points of fear, then at this battlefield, the fear on every soldier's face was a hundred and one! That extra point was to show just how terrifying the battlefield was! More than an hour had passed since the Fire Spitter's incendiary bombs had been dropped, and the screams and wails that had once filled the city had long since vanished.
It burned quietly, with only the sound of the flames. Apart from that, there was an unusual silence! A heavy, indescribable weight pressed down on everyone's heart.
War was brutal. They knew that.
But they had never imagined that war could be brutal to this extent!
They did not naively believe those people were still alive, or merely hiding somewhere.
They were all dead.
Six hours after the bombing, a strange, yellowish-brown smoke filled the city. It seemed unusually heavy. Unlike the smoke people usually saw, it did not rise and disperse into the wind.
The smoke looked dense and heavy, spreading through the ruins of the city.
The entire city's ruins were like tiny reefs during a rising tide. They had already been submerged!
Occasionally, a gust of wind swept by, stirring only the smoke at the city's edges. It could barely affect the area at the very center! The smoke was slowly drifting outward from the city, at an incredibly sluggish pace.
The entire battlefield was so quiet that not the slightest sound could be heard—not from people, other animals, or even insects...
Twelve hours after the bombing, more than a dozen strange sprayer trucks entered the city under cover of darkness. They needed