Capital City, an urban village.
An elderly man in his seventies, holding an old-fashioned flashlight in one hand and a walking stick in the other, trudged along the village path.
The quiet village street was deserted, save for the old man.
The dim yellow beam of his flashlight was the only source of light in the eerily quiet environment.
However, the next moment, the headlights of several military vehicles instantly illuminated the area around the old man, engulfing it in brightness as if it were daylight.
The old man closed his eyes instinctively, avoiding the blinding light. His body trembled uncontrollably, and he appeared panicked and flustered.
After a while, he slowly adjusted to the intense light. His flashlight-wielding hand was lifted to his eyes, and he slowly started walking towards the light source.
"General...something grave must have happened, right?" The old man asked timidly, a look of astonishment clearly visible on his face.