The Plaza SH Army had just passed, and now tank and armored units were marching onto the square.
Tanks rumbled across the plaza, and once again, tranquility was restored.
Meanwhile, the sound of engines grew closer in the sky, people lifted their faces only to see squadrons of aircraft approaching from the distance.
The black fighter jets glistened in the sunlight with a substantial sheen, their bodies painted with the enthusiastic and blood-red emblem of a rose, and on either side of the rose, instead of branches, there were a pair of golden wings.
That was the Rose Air Force Legion, a team that demanded the attention of the entire world.
As the fighter jets soared past, colorful vapor trails were drawn in the air, lingering long after the aircraft had flown away, a testament to the nation's strength.
The crowd cheered, tossing flowers into the air, as countless peace doves and balloons ascended, their vivid cooing soaring into the skies...