We passed the night down by the river northeast of the town. It was quiet and uneventful as the army was far from us, spread from south of the town westward towards the mountains.
However with the new day the tanker trucks were back. But not for long.
As we were watching them, they suddenly halted their operations and left. The wail of sirens hurried them off.
I followed Elijah to the top of a knoll. The sky was filled with shell bursts directed at the warplanes overhead. They were vectoring in from all points of the compass.
Elijah stood there, raised his staff over his head and shouted.
Every single warplane shuddered as though stricken and plummeted to earth.
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