บท 198: Choice

That day, it was in the area between Hebei Province and Beijing.

The war had just ended.

An old era perished.

A new era had just arrived.

On both sides of the dilapidated street, only a small house was piled up.

On the street surface, there were only layers of sand and rocks.

But everyone on the street was full of excitement and madness.

Red cloth strips were tied to their arms.

They also held pictures and slogans in their hand…

They kept moving back and forth, shouting various arranged slogans in order to swear their loyalties.

It seemed that the whole world had many things waiting to be done.

And in a certain corner of the street, a middle-aged man less than 40 years old, an old man over 100 years old, and a young man in a white robe walked leisurely.

The boy in white robe walked in the front. The other two followed behind.