Anti-War Game: Starting from Normandy Campaign

The students in the prison were still unclear about what had happened.

It wasn't until the young guard led the students to the prison door, pushed open the dark iron door, and let the sunlight in.

As they crossed the threshold.

The students who had been detained for several days saw the workers filling the streets outside the prison.

Their coarse hands held high signs stained with ink.

Some signs were made by students before, damaged by the black-uniformed military police amid chaos, now tied with red cloth strips by the workers and waved.

The crowd erupted in cheers upon seeing the students emerge.

The surrounding students left the prison amid the throng.

Feng Lei was among them, looking at the crowd around and feeling a bit dazed.

For at this moment, the glint in the eyes of these citizens seemed different, starkly contrasting the previous lifeless state.

By evening, as Feng Lei finally had some free time.

He returned to his long-awaited residence and started chatting with friends in the livestream.

Spent most of the half day communicating with NPCs, not much was discussed on the livestream side.

Looking at the barrage in the livestream, Feng Lei was curious:

"Are marches erupting elsewhere too?"

"What's going on?"

Following the prompts from his livestream friends, Feng Lei opened the player forum on Polestar Official Website.

Upon entering the Republic section, a pinned post featured a video collection of the May Fourth Movement's storyline.

Curiously, Feng Lei clicked in.

The screen slowly brightened, somber music played, perspectives switched, with numb crowds and citizens everywhere in the grayscale video.

Until the perspective switched to Capital City with the calls of the newspaper boys.

The citizens on the street had all learned of the Western powers' actions, the scene gained a touch of color, some people cursed, some shook their heads.

Yet the perspective shifted, revealing more numb citizens and workers mechanistically laboring.

The little color that had tinged the screen vanished in an instant.

Though these could spark the public's anger, it was only fleeting, for affairs of the state were beyond individual words.

The scene continued to fluctuate until within Capital City's university.

Reading the newspaper in hand, the furious students raised banners, storming out of their sheltered campus, holding white banners, the thousand-strong student crowd resembling a white dragon moving forward.

In the gray-toned video, the numb world was dyed with color by the marching 'dragon'.

And gradually spreading, diffusing.

At this moment, the citizens merely stared blankly, unclear of what was happening, what meaning this held?

Until large numbers of black-uniformed military police arrived.

The dark-uniformed warlord forces surrounded the group of students, the video initially dyed in color by the student group gradually turned back to dark gray.

The footage moved across various locations.

Capital City, Tianjin, Changsha, Jinan, Shanghai....

Marching students were arrested and driven away by warlords from various places.

The newly ignited flame was gradually extinguishing.

The scene suddenly switched to an old factory area by a dock.

Evening.

In the sweltering summer, laborers, having worked all day, gathered together under a big tree.

Yet everyone was silent.

An aged worker, frowning and puffing irritating tobacco smoke, drew one mouthful after another, his gaze lingering on the distant playful children somewhat lost:

"Those kids during the daytime.... all got arrested."

As the words fell, the surroundings grew even more silent.

A moment later.

A worker spoke sullenly:

"Not all got arrested, just some leaders."

No response from anyone.

The old worker puffed several more mouthfuls of tobacco before speaking:

"That still means getting arrested."

The old worker's words felt like a stone dropped into everyone's heart.

In the distance.

The group of ragged children continued to laugh carefreely, playing and chasing, only weighing heavier on the hearts of the adults under the tree.

A worker, staring at those children, suddenly said:

"Those students who were arrested are just a few years older than my kid...."

The worker beside sighed:

"They're all educated kids, what crime could they commit?"

"Just for speaking a few honest words.... what is this all about?"

The old worker puffed tobacco and his gaze lingered on the group of kids, appearing somewhat distracted:

"What did our parents teach us as children?"

"Work diligently, stay out of trouble, bear with it and things will pass...."

"Some issues, some people we can't afford to offend."

The old worker slowly exhaled a puff of smoke and tapped his tobacco pipe on his shoe sole:

"Decades have passed in the blink of an eye by bearing it."

"Got used to bearing it."

"But those kids are different, they've read more books than us, seen more of the world, they know some things can't be borne."

The surrounding workers clenched their fists, their knuckles turning white.

The old worker watched the distant children:

"I've borne it for decades, my son for decades as well, surely can't let my grandson grow up to be just like me, continue bearing for a lifetime."

"After a lifetime of bearing, not daring to speak a single fair word?"

"What's it all for after living a lifetime?"

"Agonizing."

No one answered, but everyone's breath was heavy.

The distant laughter of children weighed on the hearts of all, being parents, who would want their child to live a life just like theirs.