Fei Jin's expression was as dark as iron.
"Cheng Peng, take your men and organize an evacuation immediately! Move fast!"
"Yes, sir!"
Cheng Peng spun around and charged into the smoke-choked street.
Fei Jin stood alone, gazing at the devastation before him, a feeling of pain and helplessness washing over him.
Beside a ruined wall, a tattered rag doll lay forlornly in the mud, surrounded by a few half-burnt textbooks.
An old man crouched before the ruins, his trembling hands trying to claw through the rubble. He muttered something under his breath, his words dissolving into choked sobs.
Whenever the flames of war ignited, it was always the most ordinary people who suffered first.
Unarmed and with nowhere to run, they could only watch helplessly as the sudden catastrophe destroyed their homes and tore their families apart.
"Hurry! Get the tents up! We need to get these people settled!"
The rescue team members heard the command and sprang into action.
