C90 The Curtains Were Drawn for the Time Being

At the base of the mountain northwest of Hao Village, two fire trucks were stationed. Firefighters, one after the other, hauled hand-drawn carts up and down the mountain, loaded with rocks of various sizes and shapes.

In the depths of the forest at a cave entrance, the smoke from the dynamite blast still hung in the air, the scent of sulfur dioxide mingling with the faint black smoke