As the cry of that frail man fell, a flame instantly ignited in the eyes of the previously numb disaster victims.
That flame is called hope!!!
At this moment, with Heaven above, illuminating everything, it seemed like an endless blessing descended from the sky, shining upon this group of refugees.
The weak became strong, the cowardly became brave, the mournful roared in fury!!!
With the shout 'The blue sky is dead, the yellow sky shall stand!!!'
The 'peasants' brandished slaughtering knives and charged towards the butchers wielding sickles.
The soldiers riding warhorses, from initial disdain, mockery, to eventual full panic, bewilderment.
The refugees, like madmen, with no fear of death, no fear of threat, stood in front of their blades with their mortal bodies, wanting to tear them apart completely.
