There were no words to accurately describe that moment in the Chuckna Republic.
Some were laughing, some were crying, some were gritting their teeth, forcefully holding themselves together, while others had already begun waving the Chuckna flag, running wildly in the streets. In the taverns, young men who had just been at each other's throats were now embracing; on quiet high-speed trains, in planes soaring in the sky, in the offices of tall buildings, people suddenly thrust their fists into the air, cheering and clapping, a scene of utter commotion.
This moment belonged to Chuckna.
Blame and sorrow had been cast away to the heavens. Humiliation had transformed into pride and glory. They saw the old man, regarded by all Chuckna people as a father, and through Felix's lens, they learned about the army that had followed the Old Marshal across great distances, fighting tenaciously amid relentless pursuit and heavy encirclement, driving the Jiepeng people to madness.
