Just two hours after the Syrian government forces withdrew from the front line, Celestial Trade began its offensive on Al Mayadin.
Black-robed militias lurked in the half-destroyed buildings and streets. Their rifles were already loaded, and their fangs were already revealed, but after a long wait, they did not see any sign of an attack.
Just then, they heard cannons being launched from afar.
They didn't see exactly what they were, because when the dazzling white light bloomed, their vision had already been taken away.
The white phosphorus munitions exploded in the air, and the scattered smoke plumes scattered down from the sky like countless arrows, as if a large fishing net was being weaved over the city.
Buildings, streetlights, highways...
Trees, stones, sand...
Everything that was hit by the phosphorous fire ignited uncontrollably.
The whole city was like purgatory, everything burned.
