"I plan to go back and bomb that village again, just like I take off my pants to bomb the toilet."
"God, Rols, you're too twisted."
Their laughter and curses were accompanied by incendiary bombs igniting raging fires in the tobacco fields.
Scarlet flames rapidly spread, engulfing all combustible materials around, while thick black smoke billowed toward the sky.
Those small houses built of earth, stone, and bricks were turned into rubble by aerial bombs worth at least tens of thousands of Orokin, and broken bodies were buried under the ruins.
Ignorant children wailed amid the flames and rubble, while their mother was reduced to just a hand reaching from the ruins.
A dozen civilians who escaped the bombing were gunned down by fighter jets in the second sweep, blood staining the ground.
Civilians who knew little about the war, and even less about their connection to it, were sent to their graves due to a mistaken assumption.
