On a moonlit night with the wind howling.
On a tall platform under the moonlight, a flag printed with a red sun was fluttering in the wind, making a "flapping" sound.
Suddenly.
A hand mercilessly removed the flag from High Platform Mountain and casually threw it off the platform.
At this moment, among the people witnessing this scene, some had eyes full of grief and endless anger;
Some were weeping, tears welling up in their eyes;
Some were filled with sorrow and helplessness, deeply reproaching themselves;
And of course, there were many who were filled with excitement;
Yet, in the eyes of these people, they couldn't hide what lay deep within their gaze:
Shock!
No matter who it was, regardless of their feelings...
The only thing they could do was quietly watch the discarded flag, powerless as it fell towards the towering city wall.
