The Toronto riots were some of the most fearsome days of my life. We would constantly have trouble with Royalist troops, particularly vexing were the militarised division of Canadian Mounted Police who had fled Winnipeg during the war. Significant mounted elements would ambush patrolling soldiers in hit and run raids. If in the right district, this would be followed by a mob forming.
The petrol bombs were the worst, made from fuel stolen from government controlled refueling stations or secret stashes laid down in the first days of the war, we'd arrive at a report of 10 men surrounded with perhaps 50 men and an armoured car to be confronted by a stone throwing mob. Then the second rank would attack, flinging their flaming weapons. Men would be hit, as glass shattered off them and screaming they'd have to drop and roll in the shards of glass - unless they wanted to burn to death.
Initially the CPC forbade our division commander from firing except into the air. After we lost 40 men in a month, we were given a shoot to kill order on the ringleaders when a mob formed. After that the people stayed indoors when a patrol went by and we had to contend with the old Canadian enemy, the sniper. Fortunately rifles were hard to come by as a civilian - for the Canadian government didn't have the time to set up a proper militia to prepare for a return.
Eventually Toronto knew peace after 5 months. The CPC was pleased at the drop-off in attacks, since the Congress of Syndicates had closely voted for the initial development of Project Polaris, the internment and relocation of the entire populace of the city, which is something I don't think anyone deserves.